Vol 2 Chapter 907: Neville's parents

In fact, the Magic Hospital of St. Mungo was worse than expected.
　　 Ron was really angry when a psychiatrist like a medieval wizard said that Ron was suffering from "dead-spot high skin" disease.
　　 As the doctor pushed away the other portraits, he chased Ron. After chasing six portraits in a row, Ron asked angrily, "What the is that?"
　　 "This is a rare skin disease that people can't bear to mention, little master, it will make you full of pimples and make you look even more hateful than you are now."
　　 "Look clearly at who you are talking about being disgusting!" Ron's ears were red with anger.
　　 "The only cure is to tie the liver of a toad tightly to your throat and stand in a bucket full of eel eyes at the full moon..."
　　 "I don't have'dead spots and high skin' disease at all!"
　　 "But those dirty pimples have damaged your appearance, little master..."
　　 "It's just freckles!" Ron was mad with anger, "Now roll me back to your original portrait, as far as possible from me!"
　　 Terrible treatment plan, anyway, what Fanlin saw in the eyes of other people was all smiles.
　　 Freckles?
　　 Oh, that's a lot. The Weasley family is like this, but it's almost time to subside by Fred and George's grades, but it seems that Ron will have to endure for a few years.
　　 Spend your puberty?
　　 Well, this is indeed a tempting thing.
　　 But before that, Ron still had to bear with him.
　　 Surprisingly, when I arrived on the fifth floor, I met Neville by chance.
　　 Fanlin immediately recalled that Neville's parents, Longbottom and his wife were also at St Mungo's Hospital, of course, in the original, they should have been with Guidro Lockhart.
　　 But now Professor Lockhart should be staying in the United States well, not in the ward of St. Mungo Hospital.
　　……
　　 "Is it your friends? Neville!"
　　 Neville's grandmother said kindly, and approached them.
　　 That was an old witch who looked terrifying. She was wearing a long green dress, a fox fur with moth-eaten spots, and a pointed hat that was undoubtedly decorated with a full-fed vulture.
　　 This is the same as Neville’s description for a long time. In Fanlin's view, Neville’s grandmother is a typical traditional witch, which is different from the current one, completely wizarding style.
　　 "Hello, madam." Fanlin said politely, and several people responded and followed suit.
　　 And Neville now really hopes that there is a hole to go down. A dark purple blush climbed on his chubby face, and he didn't look directly at any of them.
　　 "Hey, yes," Neville said falteringly. When he met his friends in Saint Mungo, this was not what Neville wanted to see.
　　 Not surprisingly, Neville's grandmother turned her gaze on Harry as soon as she came over. This is easy to identify. The scar on Harry's forehead has been so red these past two days.
Neville's grandmother stared at Harry for a while, and stretched out her wrinkled claw-like hand to Harry: "Yes, yes, of course I know who you are. Neville commented on you. very high."
　　 "Well, thank you," Harry said and shook her hand. And Neville focused his eyes on his feet, did not look at Harry, his face darkened.
"You two are obviously Weasley children," Mrs. Longbottom continued, and at the same time stretched out your hands to Ron and Ginny like a great man: "Yes, I know your parents, of course they are not very familiar, but They are good people, good people. Then you must be Hermione Granger and Fanlin El"
　　 Hermione and Fanlin looked surprised. Fanlin couldn't think of how Mrs. Longbottom would know her name, but she shook hands with Mrs. Longbottom as usual.
　　 "Neville mentioned you to me. You helped him out a few times, didn't you? He is a good boy." Neville's grandmother said, her stern look went over her skinny nose to Neville.
　　 "But I am afraid to say that he did not inherit his father's talents." At this point, she suddenly turned her head to the direction of the two beds at the end of the nursing room, and the bald eagle on her hat trembled violently with her movements.
　　 "What?" Ron was taken aback.
　　 "Is your father lying on that bed, Neville?"
　　 "What's the matter?" Mrs. Longbottom said in a sharp voice, "Have you not told your friends about your parents, Neville?"
　　Navi took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and shook his head. Fanlin had never felt this regret for anyone before, but he couldn't think of any way to help Neville out of the predicament.
　　 The Longbottoms are now lying on the bed, tortured by the curse.
"This is not something to be ashamed of!" Mrs. Longbottom said angrily. "You should be proud, Neville! Proud! You must know that they did not lose their health and sound mind to make their only son They are ashamed."
　　 "I am not ashamed." Neville said vaguely. He still wandered around, just unwilling to face Fanlin and the others.
　　 Ron stood on tiptoe now, looking at the person lying on the two beds.
"Well, you have got a funny way of showing it," said Mrs. Longbottom. "That's my son and his wife." She turned arrogantly to Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione. With Ginny, "They were tortured by that man's believers to a derangement."
　　 Hermione and Ginny covered their mouths with their hands. Ron drew back his neck, and tried not to look at Neville's parents anymore.
"They are all Aurors, you know, they are respected in the magical world," Mrs. Longbottom continued: "Their couple are very talented. I..., ah, Alice, my dear~www.mtlnovel. com~what's the matter?"
　　Navi’s mother has walked slowly in her pajamas. The vibrant and cheerful face that Harry had seen in Moody's old photo of the original Phoenix Order members no longer existed; it was replaced by a thin, haggard face. Her eyes looked big, and her pale hair looked dry and fragile.
　　 She does not seem to want to speak, or that she is unable to speak. She stretched out her hand and moved gingerly towards Neville, holding something in her hand.
　　 "Here again?" Mrs. Longbottom said in a tired voice, "Very good, Alice, dear, very good. Neville, take it, whatever it is."
　　Navi has stretched out his hand, and his mother threw an empty chewing gum wrapper into his palm.
　　 "Very well, dear." Neville's grandmother pretended to be very happy and patted Neville's mother on the shoulder. Neville said calmly, "Thank you, Mom."
　　His mother staggered back to the nursing bed and began to mutter to herself. Neville looked around the people provocatively, as if afraid that they would laugh, but Fanlin felt that there was nothing more ridiculous than this in his life.
　　 "We are sorry, Longbottom..."
"Okay, we should go." Mrs. Longbottom sighed while putting on long green gloves. "It's nice to meet you. Neville, throw that candy paper into the trash can. The candy paper she gave you should be Enough for you to fill up your bedroom."
　　 But when they left, Fanlin clearly saw Neville put the chewing gum wrapper in his pocket.
　　Obviously, this is precious to Neville, this is not rubbish...