days at Hogwarts

Chapter 260 Return to St. Mungo’s

"Before the banquet begins, let us applaud Professor Sprout, Professor Snape, and Madam Pomfrey. The mandrake juice they prepared successfully cured all the petrified victims..."

Dumbledore's words drew thunderous applause.

Colin and Justin opened the door and appeared in front of people, triggering another round of cheers.

When they returned to the long tables in their respective academies, the little wizards around them chattered around them, with Ernie MacMillan's voice being the loudest among them:

"What does a living basilisk look like?"

"How does it feel to be petrified?"

"Were you conscious when you were lying in the hospital? Could you hear other people talking?"

"Are you hungry, are you thirsty, are you bored?"

"To be honest, I'm a little envious," Ron said, picking up the chicken drumstick in front of him. "You don't have to go to class or have a final exam. This is actually pretty good, isn't it?"

Loren swallowed the baked snails in his mouth and said quietly: "I can help you stay in the school infirmary for a year. Do you want to try it next school year?"

Ron stuffed chicken legs in his mouth and shook his head wildly.

Dumbledore waited patiently for them to quiet down, and announced in a high voice that Gryffindor had once again won the House Cup, causing the Gryffindor table to burst into cheers.

Padma of Ravenclaw remembered what she heard in the Quidditch auditorium, and couldn't help but quietly raised her eyes to look at the guest of honor.

Professor McGonagall smiled brightly and frequently toasted with Professor Flitwick beside him.Dumbledore still had a gentle smile and nodded towards her when he met her eyes.

Professor Snape's face was expressionless. He seemed to notice the gaze and turned his head to look at her, but glanced away and looked away.

"It was Loren's joke to tease Hermione. How could it be true?"

Padma felt a little amused by her ridiculous idea, shook her head and put away her thoughts, and began to concentrate on enjoying the food of the banquet.

The celebration lasted for a long time, and in the second half, the little wizards ran around in the auditorium after eating, chasing and screaming.

Colin squeezed between Harry and Ron, cheerfully pestering them for details about the basilisk incident.

"The basilisk is so hateful. It actually broke my camera. Harry, don't worry, I will get a new camera next semester and I will continue to take pictures of you." Colin yelled.

Harry's smile was stiff and he felt that the food in front of him seemed to have no taste.

Justin hurried over from the Hufflepuff table, held Harry's hand, and apologized endlessly, saying that he shouldn't have doubted him in the first place.

Ginny didn't know when she touched the Ravenclaw dining table and talked to Luna absentmindedly, her ears always looking towards Qiu Zhang next to her.

The faculty and staff at the guest table looked at the little wizards below with gentle smiles in their eyes, regardless of how their noise almost shook the stars on the dome.

Professor Kettleburn said with a smile: "This is what makes people miss Hogwarts. The students are always full of energy. Sometimes they are cuter than magical animals."

"Sylvanus, even if you say so, I have to ask you to retire and spend some time enjoying your old arms and legs." Dumbledore raised the goblet to signal to him.

"Yes, yes..." Professor Kettleburn murmured. His mind was not on eating and drinking. His eyes were full of nostalgia for this castle and these noisy little wizards.

"I think animals are cuter." Hagrid's mouth was full of red wine beef stew, and his words were a little slurred.

Professor Kettleburn's eyes fell on the hybrid giant and stayed for a brief moment.

Loren has attended several banquets at Hogwarts. This was the second year-end banquet. He noticed many things that he didn't notice last time. For example, the graduating students roared the loudest and the first-year wizards were all there. Looking curiously...

There is a scene like this every year, batch after batch of little wizards come here in boats, and then leave when another group of people come in boats, leaving behind seven years of memories.

When the bright sunshine came to Hogwarts again, their final grades were handed out. Percy held a stack of thick parchment grades and handed them out one by one. He seemed to enjoy the job.

The transcripts are all marked "O (Excellent)".

Loren glanced at it casually before covering his face with the report card, lying back, sinking into the sofa and continuing to sleep.The sunlight coming through the window makes people feel lazy, and it is the most comfortable time to sleep.

After Hermione read her transcript, she naturally turned her eyes to him. The little witch rolled her eyes a few times, then tiptoed over and took off the transcript.

As if he was not used to the sudden bright sunlight, his eyelashes trembled a few times. Hermione directly covered his eyes with her hands, gently shielding him from the dazzling sunlight.

Tiptoeing, she sat down on the armrest of the sofa and checked his report card with her other hand. A joyful smile appeared on Hermione's face: "Tie for first place..."

After receiving the transcript from Percy, Neville automatically skipped the Potions column. When he saw the big "O" (outstanding) behind Herbology, his smile almost reached his ears.

Harry stepped on his feet and peeked at his report card from behind, and angrily condemned: "Snape actually gave you a 'P (failed)'? If he hadn't been standing behind you during the exam, at least he would have been Should have gotten an 'E (Exceeds Expectations)'!"

"That's right!" Ron agreed.

Both passed the exam with high marks.

But Neville himself didn't feel regretful. He smiled happily: "As Ron said, everything in life cannot go smoothly."

At this time, Percy returned after handing out the transcripts: "By the way, Neville, Professor McGonagall said that Principal Dumbledore is looking for you and wants you to go to the principal's office. The password is "Zi Zi Honey Candy". "

Neville blinked and asked in a panic: "Did Professor McGonagall tell you what happened?"

"No. But don't worry, your grades are very good and you'll be fine."

"I know, I know."

……

Not long after, Neville came back in despair. His eyes were red, and he walked to the sofa where Loren was sleeping in a daze.

He opened his mouth, then closed it hesitantly.

He turned around and wanted to leave, walked a few steps and then came back.

When Hermione came to her senses and was about to put the report card back on Loren's face, she looked up and saw Neville pacing back and forth around her and Loren.

"Neville, are you looking for Loren?" Hermione's face felt a little hot, and she gently pressed Loren to wake him up.

"I, I..." Neville hesitated.

Loren opened his eyes and saw Neville's expression next to him - timid joy, hesitation in need of confirmation, and some frightened disbelief.

Neville met his gaze and shouted in surprise: "Loren, I——"

<divclass="contentadv">"It's true. If you're not sure, just give it a try."

Neville stood there blankly, feeling the same confusion as Harry. Could he really read minds?

Loren didn't have to think twice to know what Dumbledore must have said. He sighed: "Neville, don't worry, it's going to be a holiday soon, and there will be results soon."

"There will be results soon..." Neville muttered these words and left.

The bright and warm sunshine shone on him through the window, but Loren could no longer sleep.

Hermione asked softly: "Why don't you give him a positive answer? With Principal Dumbledore involved, Neville will believe it, which will make him feel much better."

"Because I cannot guarantee success, it is the cruelest thing to give people hope that is within reach and then extinguish it."

……

Amid Neville's restless anticipation, the whistle of the Hogwarts Express sounded.

In front of the gates of Hogwarts.

"Why do you guys have to stay a few more days?" Ron asked depressedly, "I also want to play Bibi's multi-flavored beans with you in the carriage."

He pushed the suitcase irritably: "Forget it, Loren and Hermione, you two are always mysterious. Harry and I are used to it."

Harry didn't understand either. He scratched his head and said, "Although I don't know what you are going to do, I wish you all the best."

He took out a quill and a piece of parchment, wrote a series of numbers on it twice, then tore it in two and handed it to both of them: "Remember to call me at the Dursley's, okay? Sirius I don't know what I'm busy with. I said I won't necessarily go home during the summer vacation. I only talked to Dudley for two whole months. I can't stand it..."

"Loren and I are neighbors, just one serving is enough." Hermione nodded with a smile and put the note into the pendant.

"Emmm" Harry said with a complicated expression, "Okay, then I'll see you next semester."

"goodbye!"

Harry and Ron dragged their luggage and followed the group. Ron excitedly reached out and put his hand on Harry's shoulder: "Write down your phone number for me too, quickly! My dad can definitely get through to your home."

They were laughing and joking, and the suitcase seemed to weigh almost nothing.

After the two left, Draco emerged from nowhere, dragging his weightless suitcase to say goodbye to Loren and Hermione.

"Are the storage scales useful?"

"very convenient."

"I wish you a happy summer vacation." Draco showed a hesitant look on his face, but in the end he said nothing more, "Well, see you next semester."

Loren and Hermione nodded: "Have a nice summer vacation, see you next semester."

Like an ancient behemoth falling into a deep sleep, Hogwarts became quiet, quietly revealing a different atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a loud whistle, a burst of white water vapor rose from the direction of the platform, and the two watched the Hogwarts Express roar away.

"Professor Flitwick is going to inspect my Apparition at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It will be over before lunch!" Hermione said first, the smile on her lips showing undisguised pride.

"Then you wait for me back at school, and we will apparate home together." Loren smiled, "I will go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore and Neville, and then go to St. Mungo's Hospital."

The two separated in the foyer, one heading towards the Forbidden Forest and the other heading upstairs.

Half an hour later, an old man in a white robe and a beard and two children, one fat and one thin, appeared in an old red brick department store.

A big sign saying "Closed for Renovation" hangs on the dusty door, and the name of Taotao Co., Ltd. is vaguely written on the old signboard.

The scene was the same as the last time Loren came here. It looked deserted and decayed and had never been open. There were only a few cracked mannequins in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different poses, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago.

Dumbledore nodded to the ugliest model in the middle: "Hello, let's visit Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom."

Neville was extremely familiar with this place, and Loren had already been here once. When they saw the dummy nodding and waving, the two of them consciously grabbed Dumbledore's clothes, and the three of them disappeared through the glass.

Entering the crowded waiting room, the sounds in my ears suddenly became noisy. The waiting witches and wizards sat on rows of rickety wooden chairs, with extra eyes and noses on their faces, even elephant noses, fish Eye.

All kinds of strange sounds came from all over their bodies, such as whistles and elephants...

Male and female healers in green robes walked among the waiting patients, with St. Mungo's emblem embroidered on their chests: a wand and a cross of bones.

After entering St. Mungo's Hospital, Neville, who had been restless, suddenly calmed down. Looking at these patients with horrific symptoms, Neville tilted his head and said, "I have always hoped that my parents would also suffer from these strange diseases. I mean. , they look weird at first sight, and the therapist knows what’s wrong and how to treat it.”

Loren said softly: "Then you may get your wish. You can see the lesions on your parents today."

Dumbledore heard it, his blue eyes flashed with complicated light and shadow, and he did not participate in the conversation between two young wizards of the same age.

Behind the fat blond witch sitting at the information desk, Principal Delise Derwent opened her eyes from the portrait frame, nodded and smiled at them.Dumbledore nodded in return.

The first floor - Artifact Accident Department, the second floor - Biological Hazards Department, the third floor - Strange Bacterial Infections Department, the fourth floor - Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Department, the fifth floor - Magic Injury Department, the sixth floor - Tea Room and Shop.

There are some unknown stains on the sign, but it doesn't affect reading.

"If I usually come alone, then I will definitely go to the sixth floor to buy some gifts for visiting patients, but today I may be rude and we have to go directly to the ward." Dumbledore said, leading the two of them all the way there Fifth floor.

An old woman wearing a green robe and a pointed wizard's hat was guarding the stairs.

Neville saw it from a distance: "Grandma!"

"Albus!" The old woman came forward, touched Neville's forehead, and pulled him behind her. "This must be the Mr. Morgan you mentioned."

"Augusta." Dumbledore shook hands with her.

Loren nodded politely: "Hello, Mrs. Longbottom, we met here last time."

"Good boy, good boy..." Mrs. Longbottom pursed her lips into a straight line, and her solemn expression tightened her muscles, making the old wrinkles on her face more obvious.

None of the many questions that had been brewing in her heart for a long time were asked. She was silent for a moment: "We don't need to waste time, let's get started."