v5 Chapter 41: No one can make you feel inferior without your consent!

Name:A Magical Hogwarts Author:Crows
Hermione was so angry for a reason.

Ron can only see the results: twenty thousand Galleons, the Italian Order of Magic, the fame of Noah...

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

Last year's event in Paris, France, Ron asked Hermione for details many times.

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

Today, again.

In Ron's view, a dragon of more than 100 meters, like a fire dragon of more than ten meters, seems to be nothing.

Just give some strong sleeping pills.

He was just about to say: Isn't it enough to have a hand?

Ron was at home, compared with so many good brothers; with Harry, as his best friend, he was so famous.

A genius like William... Before Ron knew him, he was already the youngest recipient of the Merlin Medal.

It made him have no intention of chasing after him.

But Hermione was different.

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

Your grades are good, aren't you?

Ron didn't think that Hermione was much better than him in actual combat, but only had a good memory.

But she and William traveled a few times and became famous again and again, even more famous around the world than Harry Potter.

Ron could tolerate that wherever Harry went, it was the focus of the wizard; it was safe to admit that William was something he couldn't catch up with.

But he couldn't accept it immediately... Hermione, who was originally 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, but that didn't mean she could accept it.

Because those so-called reputations are not what she wants, but an additional burden after risking her life every time.

This kind of danger to life is different from the "danger" of the school.

The 'danger' of the school, most of which is under the control of Dumbledore, is a relatively safe 'danger'.

And William as a backstop. In the past few years, except for the teacher who died, no student died.

But Paris, Venice and Hogwarts are not the same. It was a real desperate situation, an accident, or a wrong guess... More than one or two people died.

And Ron... couldn't see it.

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

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

In the last World Cup, Scottish Seeker Hector Lamont missed the Golden Snitch by 30 points.

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

To put it more bluntly: two teams pecking at each other, the quarter-finals are estimated to be struggling, so don't expect the championship.

When they were about to part, William warned:

"Charlie, when you go back, please tell Mr. Weasley. Bertha was seriously injured and was hospitalized.

Ask him to tell Bertha's boss... Mr. Ludo Bagman. "

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

Bertha was an official at the Ministry of Magic, and it was logical to inform Ludo about it.

As for the final characterization, it is up to Minister Fudge.

If he accepted what Voldemort did as quickly as Clegane did, everyone would be happy.

If he doesn't want to accept it, William may have to think about... the next minister.

A good Ministry of Magic is to plan ahead; when the fire burns, the Ministry of Magic is basically useless.

In this regard, William favored Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror's office.

Charlie walked downstairs, and William and Hermione continued to walk down the corridor on the fifth floor.

Soon, they came to Janus Sitch's ward.

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

Its doors are usually locked to prevent the patients inside from wandering around.

The patients in this ward have suffered permanent spell damage to their brains. If Bertha is not well treated, she will also be transferred here.

William carried his wand and read "Araho Caves open", and the door opened.

A sallow-faced, frowning wizard, lying on the opposite bed, stared at the ceiling and muttered to himself, as if he was unaware of the things around him.

Don't look at this wizard as abnormal, but in fact, he has learned "magic hemp".

It is said that he and Professor Babuji are alumni and both graduated from Clayton University.

Professor Babuji was inferior, and went to Hogwarts to teach ancient runes.

And the sorcerer continued to study advanced knowledge.

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

Further study the connection and unification between the five forces, looking for a unified explanation of the five forces of interaction... Grand Unified Theory!

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

What a terrible word!

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

Mrs. Straw, who was sitting in the chair, said with a smile.

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

Meliam Straw, who takes care of the hospital's long-term patients, is a gentle witch.

During the summer vacation of the first grade, William and Hermione lived in St Mungo for a period of time because of the Gringotts incident.

It was also at that time that I met Neville, so I came here often.

The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by flower curtains.

There were the Longbottoms, Neville's parents.

They were tortured by the Cruciatus and eventually went mad.

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

She wears a green robe, and her pointed hat is adorned with a stuffed vulture.

"Mrs Longbottom, good noon." William nodded.

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

"William, Hermione, good afternoon. Neville, come and see who's here."

Neville was holding a bowl, spooning a little bit of food to his mother.

It was a surprise to see the two of them suddenly.

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

Neville pointed to the table to the side, where there was a large lunch box full of food.

In a tone of anticipation, he invited: "If you haven't eaten, you can eat here."

Mrs Longbottom nodded too.

William and Hermione did not refuse, they gathered around the small table and ate briefly.

After the meal, the Longbottoms were coaxed to sleep by Mrs. Longbottom, and they left the room.

Instead of leaving the hospital immediately, they sat down in the corridor.

Mrs Longbottom asked them why they were here. William brought up Bertha.

"Ludo that fool." Mrs Longbottom snorted coldly. "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 unfortunate beginning of the Ministry of Magic... Sure enough, he was right."

"Of course, Crouch is a total idiot too."

Mrs Longbottom, wrapped in her robes, seemed a little cold.

Speaking of Crouch, she leaned back on the bench with some disinterest, half-squinting her eyes and seemed sleepy.

Seeing that Grandma was asleep and Neville, who was afraid of her, spoke more.

"Are you two injured? I read the newspaper and said that Venice is ruined." Neville asked concerned.

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

"Thank you." Neville took it, and couldn't put it down.

"Have you seen Ron?"

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

"Indeed," Neville whispered. "He's been in a bad temper lately. The last time I met Ginny, she was crying."

"Ron also asked me, why did you come to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital? I asked many times out of curiosity, followed me secretly, and was thrown away by me..."

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

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

"Why don't you tell your friends about your parents, Neville?

What are you afraid of? Feeling ashamed? "

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

"Hmph, this is not a shameful thing!" Mrs Longbottom said proudly:

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

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

Neville didn't dare to talk nonsense any more, for fear that his grandmother pretended to be asleep on purpose.

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

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

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

"But..." Neville hesitated.

William pursed his lips towards Mrs Longbottom.

Neville opened his mouth, as if he was constipated.

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

Mrs. Longbottom was not necessarily reluctant to buy a ticket, she was just waiting for Neville to speak.

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 Silly Badger House, or dropping out of school and going home; going to Green Snake House, or entering Azkaban... it's all right.

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

Mrs. Longbottom gave a faint "um" Okay, let's go. ' William stood up with a smile.

After the three of them left, Mrs. Longbottom opened her closed eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

But it soon disappeared.

Of course she won't go.

Because, Minerva must be there!

Didn't she lose a gamble a few decades ago to Galleon?

As for every time we meet, are you talking about it?

Minerva Cheapskate McGonagall!

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