A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 244: What Neville discovered

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is in a festive spirit ahead of Christmas.

The light source in the waiting room was replaced by gold and red crystal bubbles, which hung from the ceiling like giant Christmas balls, twinkling non-stop.

Neville held his grandmother's hand in one hand, and held his schoolbag tightly with the other.

As they made their way up to the fifth floor, every ward door they passed was decorated with holly trees, and colorful ribbons were wrapped around the trees.

"Neville, come on—"

Old Madam Longbottom said to him, Neville quickly followed two steps, they walked into Janus Sitch's ward, all the way to the innermost bed, opened the flower curtain, a pair of witches and wizards were lying bed.

If one ignores their pale, sickly faces and gray, dry hair, they look like a young couple who snooze and wake up late, with a natural smile on their lips, but Neville just looks at them sadly, looking at them from his schoolbag. He dug out a bouquet of flowers and put them in a vase on the bedside table.

Neville was just about to throw away the withered flowers, but the grandmother said with a straight face, "I'll do it." She snatched the flowers away, and gave him a complicated look, "Neville—" But she didn't say anything just left.

Neville sat quietly for a while. He had already helped his mother cut her hair, helped her father tuck in the quilt, and folded the towels, but after a long time, grandma still didn't come back.

He hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards the door, two beds away, a woman with long hair on her face suddenly barked at him, so frightened that he almost hit the wall on the other side.

Neville, who was still in shock, opened the door and looked left and right, but there was still no sign of his grandmother. The golden stars on the top of the holly tree at the door were twinkling, shaking him so much that he couldn't see the corridor in the distance clearly.

Neville looked hesitant, thinking about whether to retreat, but he suddenly heard a faint voice on the stairs, he remembered this gentle voice - it was his parents' therapist, the one named Merriam aunt.

"Mr. Hype - Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom - two weeks -"

Hearing the familiar name, Neville's curiosity got the better of him, and he tiptoed over, trying not to make a sound. At the corner of the stairs, he saw Aunt Merriam with her back turned to him, chatting with a green-robed therapist.

"No one can guarantee when they will wake up, but Mr. Haipu is full of confidence, and Mrs. Longbottom believes in him..." Merriam said.

Another young therapist couldn't help asking: "It is said that Haipu only published some articles in the newspaper, who knows what his real level is?"

Meliam said with some hesitation: "Ms. Boham also believes in him."

The therapist retorted: "But as you said, it has been two weeks since Haipu came over last time, and the Longbottoms have also been in a coma for two weeks. There is no way to end the trouble, right?"

Melianmu's expression became more worried, but she was still looking for a reason, "The patient's condition is stable..."

"Who can tell clearly about the memory, maybe he won't be able to sleep! That Haip is at most a professor at Hogwarts, after all, he is not a therapist."

Meliam seemed to be persuaded, "You're right, I'll persuade Madam Longbottom when she comes over." The two left together.

Neville leaned against the corner, the smile on his face faded. He thought hard about what he had heard. There was only one Professor Hemp at Hogwarts, so the professor was treating his parents? But why has he never mentioned it to himself?

Neville thought, maybe he was afraid that he would be worried? But he thought of the conversation between the two therapists just now, and he was in a coma for two weeks... His heart suddenly twitched.

He hurried back to the ward, opened the door, and rushed back to his parents' bed—they were still sleeping peacefully.

‘Two weeks in a coma...’

Neville tentatively pushed his mother's arm, but there was no response. He tried a little harder, but his mother remained motionless, even the smile on the corner of her mouth did not change.

He suddenly became flustered, and the words of the strange therapist kept repeating in his heart like some kind of corrosive poison—

"Who can tell clearly about the memory, maybe I won't be able to sleep!"

Neville murmured: "I can't sleep - it's impossible! The professor never does anything he's not sure about, he's so strong and calm..." But he couldn't help but think again: what the therapist said Makes sense, Professor Hype never showed his skills as a therapist.

Just like Harry, he excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he was not as good as himself in Herbology.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, one was his grandmother, and who was the other? It seemed a little familiar... Neville glanced at the gap in the door, and saw a pair of exquisite black and brown shoes, it was Professor Haipu!

He realized belatedly that he came in in a hurry and forgot to close the door.

Neville lay on the schoolbag at the end of the bed, pretending not to notice anything, his ears perked up quietly.

"Professor Haipu, we need to talk."

This is the voice of grandma, she sounds anxious, what happened?

"There's nothing to talk about! I should have quit long ago, and if you hadn't found Dumbledore, I wouldn't have come tonight." A man's voice said.

It's Professor Haipu... Neville thought to himself, why does the professor feel a little strange to him, a little...indifferent?

"Oh, Frank and Alice haven't woken up yet, they, they—"

Neville heard his grandmother's sobs, and his heart skipped a beat. The words of the green-robed healer entered his ears again, making it impossible for him to ignore them.

The conversation outside the door became quieter, and Neville couldn't help raising his head, only the silhouette of his grandmother could be seen through the window above the door, she looked very sad, an expression he had never seen before.

In his heart, grandmother has always been strict and arrogant.

"Don't cry! You will be seen by others, let's find a hidden place and talk about it at once." The man said impatiently.

A shadow passed by the window, and the footsteps moved away~IndoMTL.com~ Neville's heart was pounding, he couldn't believe the conversation just now, the man's voice sounded like a villain.

He jumped up suddenly, not even realizing that he was holding the schoolbag in his hand. He tiptoed to the door, poked his head out along the crack of the door, just in time to see the backs of the two people turning around at the end of the corridor.

Neville took a deep breath and ran out quickly, shutting out the barking of the long-haired witch in the ward. An abnormal flush suddenly appeared on his face, and he didn't realize that his footsteps were too loud until he chased to the end of the corridor, maybe the two of them heard it.

He leaned against the wall and waited quietly for a few seconds. There was no sound of footsteps turning back. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked like a thief. It was a row of vacant wards, and the light in the corridor was very weak. .

Neville walked over bravely. He didn't know which room his grandmother and the professor were in, so he could only look for them one by one.

He leaned his head sideways against the first door, his ears hurting from the pressure, but there was no sound from inside.

He tiptoed to the door of the second room again, and before he got close, there was a clear voice from inside——