Harry walked through the many double doors and saw a rickety staircase.

On the wall of the staircase that climbs upwards hangs a portrait of a healer with a hideous face.

The therapists were debating and shouting about strange illnesses and coming up with terrible cures.

A strange wizard wrapped in bandages scoffed, "Muggles are so stupid, the immune disease they discovered decades ago called 'AIDS' still has no cure, and countless people die every year because of it." ”

"Ho, if I were to cure them, I would be able to heal them easily with the blood of Octagonal Poison. A witch said in the portrait.

"I'll just look at the Rayla Magic Flower. A wizard said unwillingly.

"You're all too complicated, I ......"

Harry broke away from the nervous healers and made his way to the fifth floor.

A double door labeled Spell Damage Section, through the glass it was possible to see that there were several beds inside, but there were only two patients.

"Son, are you here to visit?"

A motherly healer with a filigree garland on his head came out of the door at one end of the hallway and saw Harry looking at the room, smiling warmly at Harry.

"It's not. Harry shook his head.

......

The therapist pointed his wand at the door of the ward and chanted "Alaho Cave Open", and the door opened, and she walked in, her enthusiastic voice coming from the room.

This room is a long-stay ward on this floor, meaning that the patient is permanently spelled.

Of course, with the accumulation of magical healing and the luck of his character, there is still a little bit of luck that can improve his condition......

In the ward, since it was the patient's long-term home, the empty beds around the bed and even next to it were filled with personal belongings, much more than the other wards Harry had just seen passing by.

Two patients can be seen in the room, a man and a woman.

The wizard lay on the bed with a pale face and a sad face, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, as if unaware of the things around him.

Two beds away was a hairy witch, which was probably an unacceptable disease for any witch.

In fact, there are two beds at the other end of the ward, but they are surrounded by flower curtains to give patients and visitors some privacy.

When the therapist came in, he greeted the hairy woman happily, "Agnes, how are you feeling today?"

She handed her a letter and said, "Look, your son has sent an owl to come and see you at night, and that's nice, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly, and it seemed that she didn't just have animal hair on her body.

The therapist walked over to the window and pulled the curtain open completely.

Warm sunlight filled the room.

The therapist walked up to the man who was talking to himself, and placed a pot of strange and ugly plants on his bedside table, with long tentacles on the plants swinging around, and a beautiful calendar at the bedside, circled with a red pen for each day of the August calendar: "Broderick, it's the end of the month, and in September, remember to lift the calendar to the next month." ”

The therapist couldn't help but look at the two beds surrounded by curtains, and there was only the voice of a witch who spoke in an old but tough voice.

It was inhabited by a mentally disturbed couple, whom she respected, even though they were a few years younger than her.

For the witch who kept talking, she admired it from the bottom of her heart.

The husband died, and the son and daughter-in-law were caught by a mysterious person, and they were tortured crazy by digging out their bones with their hearts, and they didn't even remember their families, but the old man did not collapse, but tried to raise his grandson who was still in infancy.

“...... Alice, Neville is going to be in fifth grade this year, and school starts tomorrow, do you understand?"

"He's always been healthy, you don't have to worry about him. ”

Minerva said Neville's grades were good, especially since he had a great talent for potions. In this year's general wizard level exam, Neville should have a good score. ”

"Frank, I used to worry that Neville was too timid and cowardly, he didn't look like you at all when he was a kid, but he's changed a lot since he was in second grade, and I hope he'll be like you when he graduates. ”

"And the Bellatrix Lestrange and the other Death Eaters who have harmed you like this, because Dumbledore destroyed Azkaban, so they were all sentenced to death, and I went to see them when they were executed, and I looked very carefully, their blood and bones were worn into powder, and your revenge has been avenged. ”

"Well, what am I talking to you, you don't even know who Neville and I are......" the old man sighed.

The curtain at the head of the bed was opened, and two people came out of the bed.

One was a silver-haired old witch dressed in a green robe and moth-eaten fox skin, with a pointed hat apparently adorned with a specimen of a bald bird, followed by Neville, who looked dull.

"Mrs. Longbottom, are you leaving?" the therapist asked cautiously.

"Hmm. Mrs. Longbottom said casually.

"Then I'll send you. The therapist said.

At some point, a boy stood at the door of the room.

Neville was shocked and winced at the sight of the comer, as if a bullet had just grazed past him.

"Hello, Neville. Harry said softly.

"Is he your friend, Neville, little girl?" said Neville's grandmother kindly, as she walked over to Harry.

Neville's expression seemed to be like he would rather be anywhere in the world than be here. His swollen face flushed purple, and he didn't dare to make contact of Harry's calm gaze.

"Ah, yes. His grandmother looked at Harry carefully and held out a withered, talon-like hand for Harry to shake, "Yes, yes, of course I know who you are, Harry Potter." Neville has a very high opinion of you, he said that you took care of him a lot at school and I thank you for his parents. ”

Harry shook her hand, and from this old witch with a serious face and a straight spine when she spoke, Harry felt something that young people rarely possessed, backbone.

Neville didn't look at Harry, just at his feet, his face purple.

Grandma Neville looked down her pointed nose with a stern scrutiny of Neville, a little disappointed, Neville's performance was very different from Harry's.

You must know that Harry Potter is an orphan, and he grew up in a worse environment than Neville, but he is much better than her.

She said regretfully: "It's a pity that he doesn't have his father's talent, which he ...... than Frank"

"I don't see it that way, ma'am. Harry interrupted Neville with a smile, "At least I know Neville is very kind, and this quality is more precious than gold. ”

"What...... Grandma Neville looked at Harry in surprise, then smiled.

Neville gave Harry a grateful look, he had never dared to contradict his grandmother, but Harry had praised him in front of his grandmother.

"Neville, go and say goodbye to your mom and dad, we're leaving. Grandma Neville said.

Neville lowered his head with low self-esteem, his face was hot, and he didn't dare to walk over, for fear that Harry would know the biggest scar in his heart.

Neville's actions angered his grandmother, and Mrs. Longbottom snapped, "Why don't you dare to go over, haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville?"

Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head.

Harry knew how ashamed Neville was, but he didn't help him out.

"It's not a shame!" said Mrs. Longbottom, angrily.

"You should be proud, Neville, proud! They sacrificed their health and sanity not to make their only son ashamed of them!"

"I'm not ashamed. Neville said weakly, still not looking at Harry.

"But you're disappointing!" said Mrs. Longbottom.

Mrs. Longbottom pressed Neville with a stern gaze, and Neville gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "My father and my mother were tormented mad by the Death Eaters of the mysterious people......"

After his confession, Neville suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if the world had become lighter.

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Harry with some haught.

"I've heard of it. Harry said.

Mrs. Longbottom was about to say something, when she suddenly saw a woman come out of it, and she said, "Alice, what's the matter?"

Neville's mother was seen walking slowly in her pajamas, and she no longer had the round and happy face that Harry had in his photo with his parents.

Her face was now emaciated and haggard, her eyes were particularly large, and her hair was gray, disheveled and dry.

She didn't seem to want to speak, or she couldn't speak, she couldn't speak, she didn't know who to talk to, but she drew timidly at Nevilleby, holding something in her hand.

"Another one?" said Mrs. Longbottom, a little tiredly, "Very well, Alice, very well, Neville, take it, whatever it is......

Neville had reached out, and his mother had given him a wrapper of Super Bubble Gum.

"Good, kid. Neville's grandmother patted her on the shoulder, feigning joy.

Neville whispered, "Thank you, Mom." ”

His mother staggered back, humming a song.

She didn't actually know that this was her son, but she instinctively felt that she liked him, so she gave him a gift of Super Bubblegum Candy Paper, which children should love to collect.

"Well, it's time for us to go back. Mrs. Longbottom sighed, putting on her long green gloves.

"Neville, throw that candy wrapper in the trash, she'll give you enough plasters to fill your bedroom......"

But when the two left, Harry believed he saw Neville shove the clenched candy wrapper into his pocket.

Neville actually wanted to ask Harry what he was doing in the hospital, but thinking that maybe Harry didn't want others to ask about it, like what happened to him, so he didn't say anything and left with his grandmother.

With only four patients left in the room, Harry walked into the innermost two beds.

Neville's father, Frank, is worse than Alice.

Their problem is not only that they are mentally disturbed due to severe mental damage, but also that they lack vital energy.

I'm afraid that even if there is a therapist who cures their mental illness, with their bodies, they will not last ten years.

Harry stood between the two beds, and Frank and Alice looked at Harry dumbly.

Harry first used the Sleep Charm, telling them to close their eyes and lie quietly on their beds.

Then pull out the Elder Wand.

I don't know what magic was used, but a pale green glow burst out from the tip of the wand, and the light became thicker, split into two strands, and spun in a circle in the air, piercing Frank and Alice's foreheads.

The rays seem to have a perspective function, and their frontal bones all become clearly visible.

Supported by Harry's massive mana, the green bands grew brighter and brighter, even obscuring the harsh sunlight outside, and the room was filled with green light.

The two patients on the bed outside, a man talking to themselves and a hairy woman, shivered as they stared at Harry standing in a swirl of green mana.

Unaware of it, they were bathed in this magic and were becoming more and more mentally normal, covered in hairy women, her hair slowly fading, revealing the human skin below.

The bedside plant of the self-talking man suddenly grew suddenly, and in an instant, it occupied half of the space of the ward.

The beam of light that had taken root in Frank and Alice's brains almost became substance, and finally condensed into a finger-sized green sapling full of life.

The sapling glowed, and as the two of them breathed, the green glow flickered and flickered.

Slowly, their bodies changed, their dry white hair turned black again, their old faces and thin palms became full and vibrant.

Eventually, they seemed to be twenty years younger, and they reverted to the appearance of normal people in their thirties.

The small saplings on their foreheads also dimmed, turning into green starlight and dissipating.

The so-called rejuvenation is nothing more than that.

Isn't that magic like that?

Then Harry vanished.

Until darkness falls.

Two pairs of clear eyes opened together, and then the healer's screams of shock and the brightly lit St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic and Wizardry became bright again.

......