Hogwarts God of Ice and Fire

Harry and others naturally recognized Lockhart's identity, and they looked at Lockhart with some caution.

If Linn and Irina hadn't exposed Lockhart's true identity, they might have thought that Lockhart was just an ordinary idiot professor by the end of the semester!

Harry and others did not expect that Lockhart, who seemed to be an incomparable waste, was actually so accomplished in the Oblivion Curse, and even used it to steal the experiences of many powerful wizards and make them his own.

Even those powerful wizards were unprepared and successfully attacked by the villain Lockhart. So what about these little wizards who never had any precautions against the professor? !

After seeing Lockhart looking foolish and unable to speak a complete sentence, Harry and others finally relaxed their vigilance a little.

"This guy really deserves it!"

Ron said disgustedly.

Harry and Hermione also nodded.

Just when Harry and others were about to avoid Lockhart, another head popped out of the ward and called out: "Gilderoy? Naughty boy, where have you gone?"

Lockhart, who has now lost his mind and turned into an idiot, is nothing more than a naughty child in the eyes of these dedicated therapists.

Although these therapists also hated Lockhart's behavior, now he was just their patient.

I saw a therapist with a maternal aura wearing a gold and silver garland on her head hurriedly ran from the ward. She took Lockhart's arm and looked at him kindly, as if he was just a two-year-old child. generally.

"Oh, are you here to visit Gilderoy?" the healer asked.

Irina said: "Oh, we don't..."

But before Irina could finish speaking, the therapist hurriedly took Lockhart's hand and led him into the ward, and said: "Great, you know, never Someone visited him! Poor little lamb..."

"Please go this way. He lives in a closed ward. He must have slipped out while I was getting gifts. That door is usually locked... Merlin bless him... He doesn't know who he is. He walked out I don’t remember how I came back... It’s great that you guys came to see him..."

The healer babbled as he used the unlocking spell to open the door to the ward and brought him in.

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally chose to enter it to find out.

Lin En looked at the environment in the ward and said thoughtfully: "If I remember correctly, this is the long-stay ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and all the patients here have been permanently harmed by spells... ...So, besides Lockhart, there seems to be..."

Irina seemed to have thought of it, but she didn't say anything more, but her expression became a little disappointed.

At this time, after pressing Lockhart onto the chair, the therapist began to take care of other patients in the ward.

Everyone also followed the therapist's movements and looked at the other patients in the ward.

I saw a wizard with a sallow complexion and a sad face lying on the bed opposite Lockhart, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, as if he was not aware of anything around him.

Two beds apart was a woman with a hairy face, and the two beds at the other end of the ward were surrounded by floral curtains to give the patients and visitors on the other side some privacy.

"This is for you, Agnes," the therapist greeted the hairy-faced woman cheerfully, handing her a small pile of Christmas gifts. "See, it wasn't forgotten, was it? Your son sent the owl It's nice that he comes to see you tonight, isn't it?"

Agnes's language function also seemed to be damaged by the spell, and she could only make a few bark-like sounds.

Then, the therapist quickly walked over to the man who was talking to himself, placed a strange and ugly plant on his bedside table, and used a wand to hang the calendar on the wall. The long tentacles on the plant Swinging around.

The therapist gently said to the patient who was talking to himself: "Broderick, you see, someone gave you a plant and a beautiful calendar. Each month is a different Hippogriff. The beast will bring you a good mood, right?"

After speaking, the therapist turned his attention to the two hospital beds covered by flower curtains and said, "And... Oh, Mrs. Longbottom, are you leaving now?"

Upon hearing the therapist's words, Harry, Ron and Hermione all turned their heads sharply.

The flower curtain at the other end of the ward has been opened, and two people walked out from the bed.

The two men were an old witch who looked very scary. She was wearing a green robe and a moth-eaten fox fur. Her pointed hat was obviously decorated with a stuffed vulture. She was followed by a gloomy-looking woman. boy.

As for that boy's identity, they were naturally very familiar with it.

Yes, that boy is Neville Longbottom.

"Hello, Mrs. Longbottom."

Linn stepped forward and said hello to the old witch next to Neville, Neville's grandmother Mrs. Longbottom.

When Lynn and Irina were discussing the Barty Jr. case with Dumbledore, Dumbledore also showed them the memories of that trial.

After they killed Barty Jr., Mrs. Longbottom also met the two of them and thanked them sincerely.

Therefore, Linn and Irina knew Mrs. Longbottom.

"Hello, Lynn, Irina...um...are they your friends too, Neville, little dear?"

Mrs. Longbottom said kindly, looking at Harry and others again.

Neville looked at the friends he spent day and night with in front of him, but his face turned purple. He didn't want his friends to appear here, just like he didn't want them to know about his parents.

"Ah, yes," Mrs. Longbottom stared at Harry and gently grabbed his hand, "Yes, yes, of course I know who you are. Neville thinks very highly of you."

"And you, the children of the Weasley family..."

Mrs. Longbottom naturally knew Ron and Ginny who came here. After she greeted them, she turned her attention to Hermione.

What was surprising was that Mrs. Longbottom actually called Hermione by her name: "You must be Hermione Granger, right?"

Hermione was also surprised and a little happy when she heard Mrs. Longbottom directly call her name.

She didn't expect that Mrs. Longbottom would know her, and the only source of Mrs. Longbottom's knowledge of her was Neville.

It was obvious that Neville truly regarded her as a friend.