Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 762 Awakening

It took Hermione several minutes to open her eyes before she realized that she was still alive.

Everything in front of her was in hazy light and shadow, and she couldn't see clearly. Moreover, she was so weak that she couldn't even turn her head, and the sound coming into her ears was buzzing. So, although she wanted to figure out what was happening while she was standing Who are the three people beside her bed and what are they saying to her? She is also helpless.

Hermione lay quietly on the bed, staring at the several rotating crystal bubbles under the ceiling that provided lighting for the ward.

She had never seen such bubbles with a halo, which meant that she was not in the dormitory of Hogwarts or the campus hospital. She was now in a completely unfamiliar place.

How did she get here and why is she here?

Hermione knew nothing about all this, and her memory ended when Professor Blaine appeared next to her and told her not to worry, he could save her.

Thinking of the young professor, Hermione felt her weak heart beat powerfully, and the warmth flowing from her heart quickly spread throughout her body. This warm current accelerated her recovery. Hermione felt that the turbid white light in front of her eyes faded faster, and the voice that sounded like a dream in her ears became clearer.

One of the three people standing beside her bed seemed eager to help her up, but the other person slapped the back of the hand of the person who was about to help her hard and reprimanded him severely.

Is it Professor McGonagall?

I remember

Hermione's dry lips wriggled, wanting to say this, but what came out was only a very slight purr.

Next, many people in dark robes poured into the narrow room and drove out all three people in front of her hospital bed. Then, these people took off the cup covering her body and untied her. The buttons of her clothes left her smooth body exposed to the air.

"Congratulations on your survival, Hermione -"

The St. Mungo's healer solemnly said to Tonks and Sirius,

Hermione's back was cushioned by thick, fluffy pillows. Although she had already guessed where this place was, she nodded slightly.

"How long have I been asleep, Sirius?"

"--She'd better get out of bed and walk every day. This will help her body stay active, but the time cannot exceed half an hour because she is still very weak--"

"Oh, you finally woke up--"

Sirius hid his sadness and heavy heart, walked to the hospital bed with a smile and sat down, "I guess you don't know where this is - St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. To be honest, I've been here for a long time." It’s a bit much here, but it must be your first time here, right?”

This was a stern-looking old witch, wearing a green robe, moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat apparently decorated with a stuffed vulture - this very stylish outfit made Hermione feel familiar, She seemed to have seen it there, but due to the injury, her mind was obviously not as bright as usual.

Hearing that the other party was sent by the Ministry of Magic to protect her, Hermione was a little panicked. Could it be that she was still not out of danger? However, she still nodded gratefully to this young lady who seemed to be easy to get along with.

"Thank you -" said Hermione.

"Sirius--" Hermione called out.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the three people waiting outside the door were let go.

"In addition, her right arm probably doesn't work right now. You need to pay attention to this-"

A strong sense of shame filled Hermione's heart. She closed her eyes not to see this scene, but the feeling of the delicate skin being touched became clearer. The sense of shame accelerated her recovery of body control. Hermione hid in The toes in the quilt were curled up.

"Tonks is an Auror in the Ministry. She is now partnered with me. We were sent here together to keep you safe-" Sirius explained.

"Probably less than twenty hours—"

It was Tonks who answered the question. Seeing Hermione looking at her a little cautiously, Tonks smiled brightly,

"Hello, Hermione, I'm Nymphadora Tonks, you can call me Tonks--"

said the tall old lady next to Tonks.

Then the therapists and nursing staff left the beds. In this hospital, there were many dying patients waiting for treatment.

"Oh, thank you too, ma'am—"

Hermione, who was leaning on the bed, nodded with difficulty towards the old witch. She guessed that the old witch might be an official of the Ministry of Magic and the boss of Sirius and Tonks, and she was because of when she was in the Daily Prophet. She only felt familiar after seeing her photos online. Just when Hermione was hesitating to ask the old lady's name, Sirius, who saw her confusion, smiled and explained,

"This is Lady Augusta Longbottom, Neville's grandmother--"

"Thank you, Sirius—" Mrs. Longbottom said to Sirius,

"I was going to introduce myself--"

The moment she heard the word 'Longbottom', two thoughts popped into Hermione's mind. First, she figured out why she felt familiar with the old lady's dress. She had indeed seen it, just last year. In the class where Remus taught them how to deal with Boggarts, the Boggarts turned into Professor Snape wearing this costume when facing Neville.

The second thing Hermione realized was even more horrifying!

"Mrs. Longbottom?" Hermione's weak face turned pale, "Neville?"

"Oh, don't be nervous, Hermione -" Sirius immediately reassured, "Neville was not attacked. Augusta is here to take care of him. By the way, Harry and Ron are also fine - -"

"There's nothing you can't say, Sirius—"

Mrs. Longbottom glanced at Sirius with dissatisfaction, and said firmly,

"I'm looking after my son and daughter-in-law in the hospital. I heard from the therapist that you were being sent here, so I came over to see you. Neville told me a lot about you. Helped him through some Difficulty, oh, yes, I understand, you are exactly what Neville said, you are a kind girl--"

Hermione whispered thank you again, but she was thinking, Mrs. Longbottom is here to take care of her son and daughter-in-law, aren't they Neville's parents?

"Neville didn't tell you about his parents?"

Mrs. Longbottom's sharp gaze seemed to notice what Hermione was thinking, and she frowned.

Sirius and Tonks' expressions were a little dull, and they did not intervene in this topic.

Hermione was sure that Neville had not mentioned anything about his parents to her, nor to Harry or Ron, but from Mrs. Longbottom's tone, there seemed to be something going on.

"Oh, I have to write Neville and ask!"

Mrs. Longbottom said angrily,

"Humph, this is not something to be ashamed of. He should be proud of it. His parents sacrificed their sanity and health to not make their only son feel ashamed of him!"

Then, Mrs. Longbottom looked at Hermione with pride on her face,

"My son and daughter-in-law are also Aurors. They are very respected in the wizarding world because they bravely stood up to resist the mysterious man when he persecuted the wizarding world, and then--"

"Mrs. Longbottom!"

At this time, a nurse rushed in hurriedly outside the door. She had an anxious look on her face. When she saw Mrs. Longbottom, she immediately broke into the hospital bed, interrupted what Mrs. Longbottom was about to say, and grabbed her hand without any explanation. Pull your arms outward,

"Hurry up, Mrs. Longbottom. Alice has woken up. She is looking for you everywhere. She is crying in fear and won't let anyone get close to you!"

Mrs. Longbottom was taken away before she could even say goodbye. Looking at her back, Sirius and his class both looked unbearable.

"what happened?"

With only one arm left to move, Hermione struggled to support her sliding body with her hands, and she asked dizzily.

"Oh——" Sirius pursed his lips,

"Well, since Augusta is willing to tell you, her son and daughter-in-law - that is, Neville's parents, they were tortured crazy by Death Eaters, it was the Cruciatus Curse -"

Under Hermione's surprised gaze, Sirius said with a gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)