Chapter 514

No one expected that the snowstorm stopped the next morning after a whole day. Today, the thick clouds in the air miraculously moved away, and the long lost sunshine again fell on the earth and into the window of the ward.

The golden sunshine is particularly beautiful in the room. In the light column through the window, small dust flashes a little brilliance, which brings an indescribable sense of sanctity.

This is the spell injury Department of St. Mungo magic injury hospital, on the fifth floor of the building. The window in the ward is bright and clean. It is cleaned every day to maintain the most basic comfort and cleanliness.

However, in such a seemingly enjoyable ward, there is only one thing missing, that is, the patient.

"Miss Lovegood?" Tonks looked left and right, then asked in surprise at the blonde sitting by the window. "Where's McLean? Where has he gone?"

Yes, right by the sunny window, Luna was reading a magic book with relish. Her long blond hair was bathed in the sun and reflected a soft luster.

Since Marca was sent to San Mungo yesterday, she has been here without leaving once. But now she is still here. Marca, who was originally the protagonist today, has disappeared. Tonks looks very surprised.

"Marca?"

Luna heard the sound and looked up at Tonks in a trance. But then, as if she had just understood what Tonks said, she tilted her head and looked blankly into the hospital bed.

"Oh... Where's Maka?"

"Hey, miss Lovegood," Tonks said silently, "I'm asking you - haven't you been with him all the time? Why doesn't he know where he is?"

"Hmm..." Luna sat in the sun and narrowed her eyes for a long time. Then she shook her head and said, "it seems... Well, it seems that Maka said she was going next door?"

As she spoke, she seemed to find someone behind Tonks, stretched her neck and looked curiously.

"Hermione?"

Hearing Luna calling her name, Hermione was about to say hello, but before she could say it, she heard Ron calling at the door next door.

"Is Marca really over there?" Hermione looked at Luna and seemed to hesitate, but finally ran to the next door, "Marca? Ma -"

To tell the truth, Maka doesn't look well because he still turns white and coughs from time to time. But now he is still standing between the two beds, talking frequently with a witch in a green robe.

Hermione's anger flared up at the sight of her. She immediately withdrew her call and strode into the ward with a dissatisfied face.

The others who came with her stood at the door of the ward, looking left and right, wondering whether they should follow.

"... yes, this... Cough... This is no longer the damage to the soul. The heart drilling mantra lasted too long on them, resulting in considerable brain damage..."

"Maka!"

Marca, who was communicating with the female therapist, was interrupted by Hermione's cry. He blinked, then turned around reluctantly and smiled at Hermione.

"What's the matter? Cough... Who made you angry?" Marca looked at her innocently.

"Who else can there be?" Hermione frowned and said angrily. "Why don't you lie down in the hospital bed? Instead, you come here to chat with others... Don't you remember how you were carried over?"

"Oh, my injury has nothing to do with standing and lying..." Maka spread her hands and said, "cough... It's okay..."

"Look!" Hermione pointed at him angrily. "Does it look like it's all right? Look outside the door. Everyone comes to see you. How do you know you're sick and running around! The patient should lie in the hospital bed!"

When Maka heard the speech, she couldn't help turning around and looking at the door. She found that a large group of people had come. He nodded slightly apologetically, and then his eyes returned to Hermione.

"OK, OK, I see! Cough..." he stretched out his hand and said, "let's go! I'll go back now..."

Seeing that Hermione was not moved at all, he just closed his mouth and stared at him, which made him show a helpless smile again.

"Ms. straw, I've gained a lot from communicating with you. Thank you for talking with me... Cough... I'll go back to the next door with them first..." Maka looked back and nodded politely to the witch.

"No, I am... I didn't expect Mr. McLean to have such an in-depth study of soul damage. The views you just said have brought me great inspiration. I believe that even if the longbartons can't recover, they will bring a lot of hope to other patients in the future!"

The female therapist looked quite gentle, with a special warmth in her conversation. She was a witch who felt as kind and trusted as her mother. In fact, even Maka felt that she was a natural healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Maka followed Hermione, who looked unhappy, to the door.

However, as soon as she got to the door, Marca found Neville standing outside, stunned. The other party's eyes obviously always stay on their own.

"Neville?" Marca called to him.

"Ah!"

Neville seemed to be startled. He recovered and opened his mouth to Marca again, but he couldn't say anything.

"Do you care about my conversation with Ms. straw?" Maka subconsciously looked back, because he had guessed some of Neville's thoughts.

Just now he was discussing Neville's parents with merlem straw.

There are actually many wizards in the magic world who know about the longbartons. At the beginning, Neville's parents were quite famous Aurors in the British magic world. In terms of strength, they didn't lose to Kingsley and other elites, and even escaped from Voldemort three times.

Unfortunately, things were changeable. After Voldemort's sudden fall, they were caught by those crazy death eaters who were going crazy in search of their master. Two heart drilling spells that exceeded the limit tortured them to leave permanent brain damage.

This time, since Maka lived in San mango and lived in their next ward, she naturally wanted to come by to see the specific injury.

Looking at some silent Neville, Maka had to shake her head gently.

He believed that his dialogue with Ms. straw must have made Neville look forward to it. Even if there is only a little hope, he must never want to miss it.

"Sorry, I can't help it," makatan said. "It's not just magic damage, but... Time has passed for too long."

"HMM." Neville looked gloomy, lowered his head and answered softly.

His parents have been like this since he was sensible. It is conceivable that although their close relatives are still alive, they still don't recognize themselves. This feeling is more cruel than Harry's loss of both parents.

But no matter how cruel the fact is, it will gradually become dull with the passage of time. To tell you the truth, he's actually used to it.

He was used to his father's indifference to himself and his mother's daze all day. This habit is not indifferent to it, but an escape based on self numbness.

However, when the father occasionally glanced at himself and the mother occasionally handed him a piece of sugar paper, the sour pain and grievance at the tip of the nose always made the depressed sadness burst out and blew him black and blue.

Grandma always asked him to throw the sugar paper his mother handed him into the dustbin, but he didn't throw it once, but silently stuffed them into his pocket. Although he is not good at words and sometimes stupid, he also knows that there is nothing wrong with his grandmother asking him to do that.

He had heard from his grandmother before that his parents were strong and brave Aurors. It was her pride as a mother to sacrifice everything in order to fight evil. As their children, they should also inherit their courage, not show their weakness for a piece of sugar paper.

But Neville put every piece of sugar paper into his pocket and saved it one by one. This is just because it is the only "gift" he has received from his parents since he was a child.

"Thank you, Maka..." Neville suddenly recovered from silence and nodded solemnly to Maka, "but it doesn't matter. After so long, I know it's probably impossible to recover."

After that, he looked into the ward again, but there was no feeling of giving up in his expression.

"Marca! Neville! Come here!" Hermione seemed to find that they didn't follow, and suddenly turned and shouted again.

"Ah! It's coming!" Neville seemed to have recovered his mind. His look returned to his usual clumsiness and hurried over there, "Marca, go quickly! They're calling us!"

Seeing that Neville ran two steps before he remembered himself, he couldn't help laughing. Maka no longer thought much. After answering, she followed her to the door next door.

Neville and Snape can't be compared together, but just now Marca thought of Snape on Neville.

It's also the missing of close relatives and loved ones. Snape can desperate for a chance to meet, but Neville may not make the same choice as Snape.

The similarities and differences between people are probably the direction Dumbledore explored. But even if we put aside the road of magic, the subtle changes are also the mystery that is worth thinking about.

"Cough... Yo, so many people?"

As soon as Maka entered the door, she found that her ward was full of people. The originally large room seemed a little crowded.