HP Magic Biography

In fact, St. Mungo's Hospital is even worse than imagined.

Ron got really mad when a medieval wizard-like traveling doctor said Ron was suffering from dead spots.

The wandering doctor chased Ron while pushing away other portraits. After chasing six portraits in a row, Ron asked angrily, What the hell is that disease?

It's a rare skin disease that you can't bear to mention, young master. It will make you full of acne and make you look even more hideous than you are now.

See who you're talking about! Ron's ears turned red with anger.

The only cure is to tie a toad's liver tightly around your throat, and stand in a bucket full of eel eyes on a full moon...

I don't have 'dead spots and high skin' disease at all!

But those dirty acne have damaged your appearance, young master...

Those are just freckles! Ron was so angry that he went crazy, Go back to your original portrait now, and get as far away from me as possible!

Terrible treatment plan, anyway, what Fan Lin saw in other people's eyes was all smiles.

freckle?

Oh, that's a lot, it's like that in the Weasleys, it's just that it should subside when Fred and George are in grade, but it looks like Ron will have to endure it for a few more years.

Going through your adolescence?

Well, this is indeed a tempting thing.

However, before that, Ron still had to be patient.

Surprisingly, when he reached the fifth floor, he ran into Neville by chance.

Fan Lin immediately recalled that Neville's parents, the Longbottoms, were also at St. Mungo's Hospital. Of course, in the original, they should have been with Gilderoy Lockhart.

But now Professor Lockhart should be well in the United States, not in the ward of St. Mungo's Hospital.

...

Your friends? Neville!

Neville's grandmother approached them, speaking kindly.

It was a frightful-looking old witch in a long green dress, a moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat no doubt decorated with a well-fed vulture.

This is consistent with Neville's long-term description. In Fan Lin's view, Neville's grandmother is a typical traditional witch, which is different from the current one, completely in the style of a wizard.

Hello, ma'am. Fan Lin said politely, and several people responded accordingly.

And Neville wished now that there was a hole in the ground to go down. A burgundy blush crept up his chubby face, and he didn't look either of them directly.

Hey, yes, Neville stammered, meeting his friends in St. Mungo's was not what Neville wanted to see.

Unsurprisingly, as soon as Neville's grandmother came over, she set her eyes on Harry, which was very recognizable, the scar on Harry's forehead was very red in the past two days.

Neville's grandmother stared at Harry for a moment, then stretched out her wrinkled, claw-like hand to Harry: Yes, yes, of course I know who you are. Neville's evaluation of you very high.

Well, thanks, said Harry, shaking her hand. Neville, on the other hand, focused his eyes on his feet instead of looking at Harry, his face getting darker and darker.

You two are obviously the children of the Weasley family, Mrs. Longbottom continued, and at the same time extended her hands to Ron and Ginny in turn like a giant: Yes, I know your parents, not very well, of course, but They are good people, good people. Then you must be Hermione Granger and Vallein Eyre.

Hermione and Fan Lin looked surprised, Fan Lin couldn't figure out how Madam Longbottom knew her name,

But she shook hands with Mrs Longbottom as usual.

Neville's mentioned you to me. You've helped him out a few times, haven't you? He's a good boy, said Neville's grandmother, casting her stern gaze over his bony nose to Neville.

But I'm afraid to say that he really didn't inherit his father's talents. At this point, she turned her head sharply to the direction of the two beds at the end of the nursing room, and the vulture on her hat trembled violently with her movements.

What? Ron was taken aback.

Is that your father lying on that bed, Neville?

What's the matter? said Mrs. Longbottom in a shrill voice. Didn't you tell your friend about your parents, Neville?

Neville took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and shook his head. Fan Lin had never felt so sorry 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.

It's not something to be ashamed of! said Mrs. Longbottom angrily. You should be proud, Neville! Proud! You see, they didn't lose their health and sanity to make their only son They feel ashamed.

I'm not ashamed. Neville said vaguely, he was still looking around, but he didn't want to face Fan Lin and the others.

Ron stood on tiptoe now, looking at the people lying on the two beds.

Well, you've got a comical way of showing it, said Mrs Longbottom, that's my son and his wife. She turned haughtily to Harry, Ron, Valentin, Hermione and With Ginny, they were tortured to the point of insanity by followers of that man.

Hermione and Ginny put their hands over their mouths. Ron flinched, trying not to glance away at Neville's parents.

They're both Aurors, you know, well respected in the wizarding world, continued Mrs. Longbottom. They're very talented couple. I... oh, Alice, dear, what's the matter?

Neville's mother was already walking slowly in her pajamas. Gone was the lively and cheerful face Harry had seen in Moody's old photo of the original Order of the Phoenix; in its place was a thin and haggard face. Her eyes looked large and her graying hair was dry and brittle.

She seemed unwilling to speak, or rather she was incapable of speaking. She reached out and moved cautiously towards Neville, holding something in her hand.

Again? said Mrs Longbottom in a weary voice. Very well, Alice, dear, very well. Neville, take it, whatever it is.

Neville had already held out his hand, and his mother dropped an empty gum wrapper into his palm.

Very good, dear. Neville's grandmother put on a happy face and patted Neville's mother on the shoulder. Neville also said calmly, Thank you, Mum.

His mother staggered back to the nursing bed and began to mutter to herself. Neville looked around at everyone provocatively, as if he was afraid they would laugh, but Fan Lin felt that there was nothing more funny than this in his life.

We're sorry, Longbottom...

Okay, we should go. Mrs. Longbottom said with a sigh as she put on her long green gloves. It's a pleasure to meet you. Neville, throw that candy wrapper into the trash can. The candy wrapper she gave you should be Enough for you to plaster your bedroom.

But when they left, Fan Lin clearly saw Neville put the chewing gum wrapper into his pocket.

Obviously, this is a very precious thing to Neville, this is not rubbish...