Hogwarts Homecoming

At dawn in the east, the warm spring breeze gradually awakens the sleeping city.

It is now impossible to determine the specific time when St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies was founded. People only know that it was founded by Mungo Bohan in the early 16th or early 17th century. Initially, it was just a small hospital composed of several people. A small hospital consisting of two old brick buildings.

Due to Mungo Bohan's superb treatment skills, the reputation of this magical hospital for injuries and illnesses became more and more famous, and more and more like-minded wizards joined Bohan's team. After becoming famous, many people traveled thousands of miles to come here. Heal yourself from injuries and illnesses caused by various magical accidents.

Thanks to the vigorous publicity of these recovered patients, the reputation of Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries gradually spread throughout the British wizarding community, and the hospital expanded rapidly. Eventually, it was recognized by the Ministry of Magic and given the 'Holy Name'.

But Bohan made a mistake when building the hospital.

In order to avoid Muggles, when he first built the hospital, he chose a remote area outside London. However, the Muggles expanded much faster than he imagined. When the wizards came to their senses, the hospital they trusted was The hospital was surrounded by Muggle buildings.

This led to the fact that St. Mungo's, which needed to create a peaceful healing environment for its patients, could not even find a piece of land to build a garden with fresh air, and all the patients had to stay in cramped and cramped wards.

Perhaps in order to completely isolate the daily activities of Muggles from interfering with the convalescing wizards, and at the same time, taking into account the needs of the patients to bask in the sun, the windows in all wards are set high on the walls, so when the windows are through the room, It was already bright when the sunlight shining into the room from a window about the same size as the observation window on the door moved to Neville's face.

In the golden light, Neville's eyelashes moved and he let out a few indistinct grunts.

Sitting on a low stool with the side of your face against the hospital bed and sleeping is definitely not a comfortable experience, and it is incomparable to the four-poster bed at Hogwarts.

Therefore, when Neville tried to raise his head and stand up for the first time, the stinging pain in his shoulders and neck, and the soreness in his waist and legs pinned him firmly to the bench, unable to move.

After several struggles, the sleepy Neville stood up unsteadily, but a night of poor sleeping posture made his mind dizzy, his vision blurred, and his stomach was still filled with nausea.

But thanks to the physical training in physical education class, after regaining consciousness, the physical discomfort subsided like a tide, and Neville finally realized that the ward was strangely quiet.

Realizing that Neville blinked hard to get rid of the haziness in his eyes, when he discovered the empty bed in front of him, he exclaimed uncontrollably,

"Mother!"

Then, Neville suddenly turned around and looked at the hospital bed behind him, which was also empty.

Not only that, except for grandma, Professor Black, who knew his parents were about to receive treatment and insisted on coming to take care of him, the female Auror named Tonks, and Hermione were also not in the ward.

Bang——

After being stunned for a few seconds, Neville seemed to realize what had happened. His violent movements overturned the bench. He jumped directly from his mother's bed and rushed towards the door with a pale face.

However, when his palm touched the slightly cold door handle, Neville retracted his hand as if he had been burned and took several steps back.

Already started

Staring at the closed door, Neville's white lips moved but did not make any sound. The only sound in the ward was Neville's heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart.

Will it succeed?

Uncontrollably, Neville's arm hanging by his side trembled.

Even if he fails, there is nothing to be afraid of. His parents can still accompany him. Even if he is unconscious, he can still see the infinite love for him from the cloudy eyes of his parents. He does not feel that his father is at all His mother's condition is a drag on him, and he still has a complete family, albeit, not so perfect.

But what if. what if, the ending will be even worse?

No one knew, including his grandma, that he had been secretly studying papers on the Cruciatus Curse.

Every article about this was obscure and difficult to understand, and the whole article was full of professional vocabulary that he had never heard of. He couldn't understand it at all. But from the profundity of these articles and the centuries mentioned in them, Since then, so many outstanding therapists have been working hard to treat the worldwide problem of the Cruciatus Curse, but the fact that they have never made any breakthrough has made him deeply panicked and deeply regretted his decision.

It was after consulting his opinion that grandma made up her mind to let Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain try treatment. If something happened, he would never be able to forgive his 'selfishness' for the rest of his life!

In the warm room, Neville felt a chill from the inside out. It was colder than Hogwarts around Christmas, and it seemed that even his soul was frozen.

Neville stepped back step by step, staggering and slumped down on his mother's hospital bed, covering his face with his hands and shrugging his shoulders slightly.

Suddenly, a scent of fragrance poured into the nostrils of Neville, who was deep in self-blame, saving him from endless annoyance and panic.

There was a dinner plate on the small cabinet next to my mother's hospital bed. On the porcelain plate, there were oily sausages and fried bacon, golden potato cubes sprinkled with fine salt, and crispy Danish rolls. Some other food, and a hot cup of soybeans in tomato sauce.

It's so rich that some of the meals have never been seen before at Hogwarts.

Neville stared blankly at the plate and realized that the breakfast with its unusually alluring aroma had always been there, but he had ignored it, and now he was close enough to notice it.

A trace of doubt flashed through the heart of the man who was immersed in a depressed mood.

He guessed that maybe it was grandma, but it was more likely that the attentive Hermione brought it back to him when he went to St. Mungo's restaurant for breakfast. But this was the source of his doubts. He had stayed at St. Mungo's. The days are not limited to the last two or three days. The only consideration for the food in the hospital is the patient's nutrition and ease of eating and digestion. Taste is no longer a consideration.

Neville looked away. He was touched by Hermione's careful attention, but to be honest, he had no appetite at all now.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

It was definitely not because of hunger, but by some strange coincidence, Neville rubbed his red eyes, brought the dinner plate over, and placed it carefully on his knees.

After hesitating for a moment, Neville picked up a potato nugget and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

The crispy potato pieces exploded with rich aroma under the engagement of lips and teeth, causing the dull Neville to open his eyes slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

He has never eaten anything so delicious!

As if Slytherin's hated Crabbe and Goyle were possessed, Neville couldn't control his movements at all. His hands quickly moved between the food on the plate and his lips. He had lost weight due to exercise. Her cheeks were bulging with all kinds of delicious food.

Neville devoured the food, chewing hard but still refusing to slow down the pace of stuffing into his mouth.

The red eyes gradually became wet, and big drops of hot tears fell from the eyes onto the dinner plate.

The plate was quickly empty, but Neville did not stop. He even used his fingers to twist the remains of the food and put it into his mouth, crying softly as he continued to cry.

The food is delicious not because the person who made it is good at cooking, but because when cooking this breakfast, the person who made it is filled with infinite gratitude and love. Neville tasted it.

click

The door opened slightly, and a shadow enveloped the doorway.

Neville didn't dare to raise his head. He mechanically repeated the action of twisting the residue with his fingers, but his body trembled slightly.

Hermione at the door covered her mouth and started crying. The old lady who had been strong all her life and never gave in was also crying. Tonks blew her nose hard. Sirius's eyes were red, but there was a hint of loss in his gray eyes. .

Dumbledore also took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes sadly.

"Dad, Mom!"

When two warm arms hugged his shoulders, Neville finally couldn't bear it anymore, dropped his dinner plate, hugged the two people in front of him tightly, and cried loudly.