Hogwarts of a certain magic

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Ron can only see the results forever: 20,000 gold gallons, the Italian Magic Medal, the reputation of Nuo Da...

It seemed that these were easy to get, but he couldn't see the danger behind it.

In the Paris incident in France last year, Ron asked Hermione many times for details.

I want to try to prove that if he is by William's side, he can also stop Arya and become the youngest recipient of the Medal of Valor!

Today, it is the same again.

In Ron's eyes, a dragon of more than 100 meters, like a fire dragon of more than ten meters, seemed nothing.

Just feed some strong sleeping pills.

He just said: Isn't it enough to have a hand?

Ron was at home, and he had to compare with so many good brothers; he was so famous as his best friend beside Harry.

A genius like William... Before Ron knew him, he had already held the title of the youngest Merlin Medal winner.

It made him have no intention of catching up.

But Hermione is different.

As one of a few good friends, Ron didn't like her very much at first, only thinking that she would die studying.

What a great grade?

Ron didn't think that Hermione was much better than himself in actual combat, but his memory was better.

But she and William traveled several times and became famous again and again, even more famous than Harry Potter all over the world.

Ron could tolerate Harry wherever he went, which was the focus of the wizard; he could frankly admit that William was an existence he could not catch up with.

But he couldn't accept it immediately... Hermione, who was as unknown as him, became more and more famous.

This is an inexplicable psychological gap.

In short, it can be described in one word-jealousy.

Hermione might understand it, but it doesn't mean she can accept it.

Because the so-called fame is not what she wants, but the additional burden every time she risks her life.

This kind of life danger is different from the'danger' of the school.

Most of the school’s “dangers” are under the control of Dumbledore, which is a relatively safe “danger”.

There is also William as a guarantee.In the past few years, except for teachers who have died, no students have died.

But Paris, Venice and Hogwarts are different.It was a real desperation, an accident, or a wrong guess...more than one or two people died.

And Ron... couldn't see this.

Walking on the road, several people did not mention the unpleasantness just now, but chatted about the Quidditch World Cup.

As a 50-year-old Scottish fan, Charlie still hopes that Scotland can win this year.

In the last World Cup, Scottish seeker Hector Lamont lost a few minutes to the Golden Snitch and lost by 30 points.

But William is not optimistic about Scotland, and of course he is not optimistic about Canada's defending champion.

To put it more bluntly: The quarterfinals of the two teams pecking at each other are expected to struggle, so don't expect the championship.

When they were about to separate, William urged:

"Charlie, when you go back, please tell Mr. Weasley. It means Bertha has been seriously injured and has been hospitalized.

Ask him to inform Bertha’s boss... Mr. Ludo Bagman."

"Bertha Jorkins?" Charlie nodded, "I see. I will bring the news."

Bertha is an official of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo must be notified of this matter if it is reasonable.

As for the final characterization, it depends on Minister Fudge.

If he accepts Voldemort's work as quickly as Clegane, naturally everyone is happy.

If he is unwilling to accept it, William may have to think about... the candidate for the next minister.

Precaution is a good Ministry of Magic; when the eyebrows are on fire, the Ministry will basically be abandoned.

In this regard, William was optimistic about Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office.

Charlie walked downstairs, and William and Hermione continued along the fifth floor corridor.

Soon, they came to Janus Sic's ward.

The so-called Janus Sic ward is a closed ward of the Curse Injury Department.

Its doors are usually locked to prevent patients from walking around.

The brains of the patients in this ward have been permanently damaged by the curse.If Bertha is not well treated, she will also be transferred here.

Holding his magic wand, William said "Alaho Cave Open", and the door opened.

A gray-faced and frowning wizard lay on the opposite bed, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself, as if he didn't know what was around him.

Don't think this wizard is not normal, but he has actually learned'Magic Hemp'.

It is said that he and Professor Babji are alumni and both graduated from Claydon University.

Professor Babji was less proficient and went to Hogwarts to teach ancient magic texts.

The wizard continued to study advanced knowledge.

He tried to use magic as the fifth interaction force between microscopic particles.

Further study the relationship and unity between the five forces, and find a unified theory of the five forces...the grand unified theory!

Then, after 30 years of painstaking research, he was always...hospitalized.

How can a tragic word be!

"Long time no see, William, are you two coming to visit the Longbottoms?"

Mrs. Straw sitting in the chair said with a smile.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Straw," Hermione said softly.

Melim Straw is in charge of caring for the long-lived patients in the hospital. She is a very gentle witch.

During the first-year summer vacation, William and Hermione lived in St. Mungo for a while because of the Gringotts incident.

At that time, I met Neville, so I came here often.

The two beds at the other end of the ward were surrounded by flower curtains.591 read novel network www.591kxs.com

There are the Longbottoms, Neville's parents.

They were tortured by the drill curse, and eventually went crazy.

Hearing the sound, the curtain in the distance was suddenly pulled open, revealing the old and solemn face of Mrs. Longbottom.

She was wearing a green robe and a pointed hat decorated with a specimen of a vulture.

"Mrs. Longbottom, good noon." William nodded.

Seeing William and Hermione, the expression on the old man's face suddenly softened.

"William, Hermione, good noon. Neville, come and see who is here."

Neville is holding a bowl and spooning a little bit of food to his mother.

It was also extremely pleasant to see the two of them suddenly.

"Why are you here? Have you had lunch yet?"

Neville pointed to the table on one side. There was a big lunch box full of food.

In an expectant tone, he invited: "If you haven't eaten, you can eat here."

Mrs. Longbottom also nodded.

William and Hermione did not refuse, gathered around the small table, and then simply ate.

After eating, the Longbottoms were put to sleep by Mrs. Longbottom, and several people left the room.

They did not leave the hospital immediately, but sat down in the corridor.

Mrs. Longbottom asked the two of them why they were here.William mentioned about Bertha.

"That fool Ludo." Mrs. Longbottom snorted coldly."Unexpectedly, before the World Cup, I gave the Sports Department a holiday."

"Back then, Crouch said that Ludo's coming to work at the Ministry of Magic would be the beginning of the Ministry's misfortune... Sure enough, he was right.

"Of course, Crouch is also a complete fool."

Mrs. Longbottom was wrapped in a robe and seemed a little cold.

Speaking of Crouch, she leaned back on the bench with a sense of interest, half-squinting her eyes, as if sleepy.

Seeing that grandma fell asleep and feared Neville, her words became more frequent.

"Are you two hurt? I read the newspaper and said that Venice was ruined." Neville said with concern.

"No, I brought you a gift." William blinked and took out a model of a gondola.

"Thank you." Neville took it, a little bit fond of it.

"Have you seen Ron?"

William nodded: "I've seen it, but I don't get along well."

"Indeed." Neville whispered: "He has a bad temper recently. The last time I met Ginny, she was so angry that she was crying."

"Ron also asked me, why did you come to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital? After inquiring about it many times, he secretly followed me and was thrown away by me..."

Neville's face was gloomy.He doesn't like being known by his classmates about his parents.

"What?" Mrs. Longbottom suddenly opened her eyes and said sharply:

"Why not tell your friends about your parents, Neville?

What are you afraid of?Feel inferior?"

Neville took a deep breath, looked down at the gondola, and shook his head.

"Huh, this is not a shame!" Mrs. Longbottom said proudly:

"Child, remember...no one can make you feel inferior without your consent!"

Mrs. Longbottom criticized for a while, then squinted again and fell asleep.

Neville didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, fearing that his grandma would pretend to sleep on purpose.

"Neville, are you going to watch the Quidditch World Cup?" William changed the subject.

"Grandma doesn't want to go," Neville said pitifully. "She didn't buy a ticket."

"You can go with us," Hermione suggested."We can get extra tickets."

"But..." Neville hesitated.

William turned to Mrs. Longbottom Nunu.

Neville opened his mouth as if he was constipated. After five minutes of brewing, his face turned purple and he did not dare to say anything.

Hermione was about to help speak, and William took her hand and shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Longbottom might not be unwilling to buy tickets, she was just waiting for Neville to speak up.

A Gryffindor, if you don't even have the courage to speak... it's better to transfer to the hospital as soon as possible.

Anyway, in Mrs. Longbottom’s view:

Whether it's going to the Stupid Badger's Yard or dropping out of school and going home; whether it's going to the Green Snake Yard or entering Azkaban... it's no difference.

"Grandma, can I go together? Watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Neville's voice was like a mosquito, but he still said it.

Mrs. Longbottom gave an impenetrable'um'.

"Okay, let's go." William smiled and stood up.

After the three of them left, Mrs. Longbottom opened his eyes that had been closed tightly, and a smile came up at the corner of his mouth.

But it quickly disappeared.

Of course she will not go.

Because, Minerva must be there!

Didn't she lose in gambling a few decades ago and lose Garon?

As for every time you meet, you talk about it?

Minerva Petty McGonagall!

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