Zhang Xiao sat on the bench in the hall of St. Mungo, looking at this famous magical hospital in the wizarding world.

There is no way, the ward really can't stay any longer, and the messengers are used one by one, and they are noisy.

The Dragon Tiger Mountain side has already decided to wait for them to go back and go side by side.

In their parlance, 'I can't beat you alone, can't I beat you in a group?' ’

Anyway, seeing the happy appearance of his parents rolling up their sleeves, Zhang Xiao was not ready to interrupt the couple, so she had to hide.

I just haven't seen what St. Mungo looks like.

There were a lot of wizards in the hall, and they seemed to be in a crowded reception area.

There are also rows of witches and wizards sitting on rickety wooden chairs, some looking completely normal, reading an expired issue of Wizarding Weekly.

Others have terrible appearances, such as damaged tusks or a hand on their chest.

For example, behind Zhang Xiao's diagonal slanted sits a person with a pig's head, who is drooling and staring at another person who can't hold a hot soup pot on his head.

Listening to the therapist's inquiry, it should be that he secretly practiced the crash version of 'Animagus' that he didn't know where he got it, and caused it to be what it is now.

The room is not quiet because most patients are making very distinctive noises:

A wizard sitting in the middle of the front row, sweating profusely, was fanning herself vigorously with a Daily Prophet, and when the steam poured out of her mouth, it whistled sharply, like the whistle of a train;

A filthy-looking wizard sat in the corner, jingling every time he moved, and his head vibrating so violently that he had to hold on to his ears to keep it steady.

Witches and wizards in orange-green robes walked around, asking questions and recording them on a notepad.

These people are just like their healers, with badges pinned to their chests: crossed wands and bones.

In front of the information desk. On the wall behind her are various notices and posters: a clean cauldron to prevent reagents from turning into poison, prescription antidotes, and a large portrait of a witch with her iconic silver curls:

Dalyse Devante

The witch was not only a famous healer, but also served as Headmaster of Hogwarts from 1741-1768.

Zhang Xiao had also seen her portrait in the principal's office, and at this moment the silver-haired old lady was winking at him.

Aside from these strange injuries to the wizards, St. Mungo's was like an ordinary hospital.

The floor notice board next to you reads the tips for each floor:

Artefact accidents – bottom: crucible explosions, wands with bad consequences, broom crashes, etc

Animal-induced injuries – first floor: bites, stings, burns, bone wounds, etc

Defects of Magic - 2nd Floor: Contagious diseases such as dragon pox, vanishing disease, scrojungulus, etc

Poisoning of potions and plants - 3rd floor: a chain of events that erupted, reflux, uncontrollable, etc

Spelling damage – 4th floor: Spells, curses, improper use of mana, etc

Visitors' Lounge/Hospital Shop – 5th Floor.

If you don't know how to get around, have a language barrier, or don't remember why you're here, our receptionists are happy to help.

Just as Zhang Xiao was bored looking at the crowd and wondering when her parents would end the call, a familiar figure walked in through the gate of the hospital.

"Neville?"

Zhang Xiao was a little surprised, waved his hand in Neville's direction, and shouted:

"Here, Neville!"

Neville was dazed, and he looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

Soon saw Zhang Xiao, a happy smile suddenly appeared on his round face, and he also waved at Zhang Xiao.

At this moment, another strangely dressed old woman also walked in, and she saw Zhang Xiao waving in her direction at a glance, and whispered something to Neville.

Then the two walked in the direction of Zhang Xiao together.

There was still a short distance away, and Neville couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, so he just trotted a few steps and rushed up to hug him.

Only then did he say happily: "Zhang, I still want to give you a surprise!" ”

Then take a closer look at his state:

"Are you alright? That's great! ”

Zhang Xiao patted him on the shoulder, bent his arm and made a movement to show his muscles:

"I'm so good, I guess I'll be back in school after two days of observation!"

His gaze turned to the old woman beside Neville, who was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned green robe, with a fox fur scarf around her neck, and the fox's head resting over her shoulders.

Carrying a large red bag with a taxidermy of an eagle on his hat.

Even in the wizarding world, where fancy dresses are common, her dress is quite 'clear and refined'.

"Oh yes, I forgot to introduce you, this is my grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, grandma, she's the Zhang I often tell you about!"

"Well, yes," his grandmother stared at Zhang for a moment, then held out her wrinkled hand to him, "yes, yes, of course I know who you are."

Neville thinks very highly of you. ”

She smiled gently at Zhang:

"I've always wanted to say thank you in person for last year, but Neville doesn't want to, he says you're his true friend."

Neville focused his eyes on his feet, and didn't look at Zhang, just sneaked a look at him with an embarrassed and expectant look, his face already flushed.

"Of course!" Zhang Xiao showed a sincere smile: "Of course you don't need to thank you for this, just like Neville said, we are real friends." ”

The smile on Mrs. Longbottom's face suddenly became more pronounced:

"Neville keeps telling me about you, how good you are, how good you are, how much you've helped him, for sure, kid.

I have seen your brave act in the newspapers, very brave.

Neville"

The old woman's gaze suddenly became stern, and she turned to Neville:

"But I'm afraid I have to say that my grandson really didn't inherit his father's talents—"

She jerked her head in the direction of the fourth floor, the vultures in her hat vibrating violently with her movements.

Mrs. Longbottom said in a high-pitched voice, "Have you told your friends about your parents, Neville? ”

Neville took a deep breath, looked up, and glanced at his grandmother with a pleading gaze, his originally rosy cheeks turning a little white:

"I'm about to tell him when I visit Zhang this time."

Zhang Xiao looked at Neville and wanted to help him out of the siege, but Mrs. Longbottom had already said it loudly:

"Nope! You should have told your friends about these things a long time ago!

That's not something to be ashamed of! Mrs. Longbottom said with annoyance:

"You should be proud, Neville! Proud! You see, the loss of their health and sound mind is not to make their only son ashamed of them. ”

Neville's body trembled slightly, and he was silent for a moment, as if he was suddenly relieved:

"Well, although I was going to do this, I have one more thing besides visiting you this time - and that is to visit my parents.

They lived in a long-term ward here, tormented mad by the Death Eaters. ”

Saying this, Neville glanced back at the location on the fourth floor, his eyes became extremely gentle, and said softly:

"Today. It's Mom's birthday. ”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

It's almost the foreshadowing, Neville's highlights

(End of chapter)