Chapter 918

In fact, the San Mungo magic hospital is worse than it would have been.

Ron was really angry when a medieval wizard like doctor said Ron had "dead spot and high skin" disease.

After the traveling doctor pushed away other portraits, pursued Ron and pursued six portraits in a row, Ron asked angrily, "what is that ghost disease?"

"It's a rare skin disease that can't be said, young master, which will make you full of acne and make you look more disgusting than you are now."

"See who you're talking about!" Ron was red with anger.

"The only way to treat it is to tie a toad's liver tightly to your throat and stand in a bucket full of eel eyes during the full moon..."

"I don't get" dead spot and high skin "disease at all

"But those dirty acne have damaged your appearance, young master..."

"That's just freckles!" Ron was mad at it. "Now roll me back to your original portrait, the farther away you are, the better!"

The terrible treatment, anyway, in the eyes of others, all is not a smile.

Freckles?

Oh, it's a little bit more, and the Weasleys are all like this, but it's almost time for Fred and George to get rid of them, but Ron, it looks like, will have to endure for a few years.

Through your adolescence?

Well, it's really a tempting thing.

But Ron had to endure it before that.

Surprisingly, just on the fifth floor, Neville was accidentally encountered.

Van Lin recalled immediately that Neville's parents, the rumbatons, were also at San Mungo hospital, and, of course, it was supposed to be with gidero loharte.

But now professor loharte should be in the United States and not in the ward of the San Mungo hospital.

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"Your friends? Neville! "

Neville's grandmother said kindly, approaching them.

It was an old witch who looked terrible. She was wearing a green dress, a moth - infested fox skin, and a pointed cap with a full-fledged vulture.

This is a long-standing description of Neville. In the eyes of van Lin, Neville's grandmother is a typical traditional witch, and is different from the present, perfect wizard style.

"Hello, ma'am." As van Lin politely said, several people responded to it and followed suit.

And Neville really wants a hole to drill down. A faint of dark purple rose to his fat face, and he did not look directly at any of them.

"Oh, yes," said Neville, hesitating, meeting his friends in San Mungo, which Neville would not want to see.

No surprise, Neville's grandmother came and looked at Harry. It was very recognizable. The scar on Harry's forehead was very red these two days.

Neville's grandmother stared at Harry for a while, and reached out to Harry her wrinkled claw like hand: "yes, yes, I certainly know who you are. Neville has a very high opinion of you. "

"Well, thank you," Harry said, shaking her hand. Neville focused on his feet, not Harry, and the color of his face was getting deeper and deeper.

"You two are obviously Weasley's children," continued Mrs. longbarton, holding her hand like a great man to Ron and Ginny in turn: "yes, I know your parents, of course, not very familiar, but they are good people, good people. Then you must be Hermione Granger and van Lynn al? "

Hermione and van Lin were surprised. Van Lin could not think how Mrs. rumbaton knew her name, but she still shook hands with Mrs. rumbaton as usual.

"Neville mentioned you to me. You helped him get around a few times, didn't you? He is a good boy. " Neville's grandmother said her stern eyes crossed her bony nose and turned to Neville.

"But I'm afraid he did not inherit his father's talent." When it comes to this point, she turns her head sharply towards the two beds at the end of the nursing room, and the vultures on her hat quiver violently with her movements.

"What?" Ron was surprised (Harry tried to step on Ron's foot, but it's hard to keep others' attention off when you're wearing jeans instead of a robe).

"Is that your father lying on that bed, Neville?"

"What's the matter?" "You haven't told your friends about your parents, Neville," said Mrs. rumbaton in a sharp voice

Neville took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling and shook his head. Van Lin had never felt such a regret for anyone before, but he could not find any way to help Neville out of the dilemma.

The rumbatons are now lying in bed, and they are not so tortured by the curse.

"It's not a shame!" "You should be proud, Neville," said Mrs. rumbaton in anger! proud! You know that they lose their healthy and sound minds not to shame their only children. ""I'm not ashamed." Neville said vaguely, still wandering around, but unwilling to face up to Fanlin and the others.

Ron now stands on tiptoe and looks at the people in the two beds.

"Well, you've got a funny way to show it," Mrs. Longbottom said. "That's my son and his wife." She turned haughtily to Harry, Ron, Vaseline, Hermione and Ginny, "they've been tortured to the point of insanity by the man's followers."

Hermione and Ginny covered their mouths with their hands. Ron drew back his neck and tried to stop looking at Neville's parents.

"They're Aurors, you know, well respected in the wizarding world," Mrs. Longbottom went on. "They're very talented. I Ah, Alice, dear, what's the matter

Neville's mother was walking slowly in her pajamas. The face of life and joy that Harry saw in Moody's old photo of the original order of the Phoenix no longer exists; it is replaced by a thin and gaunt one. Her eyes looked large, and her white hair looked dry and fragile.

She doesn't seem to want to talk, or she doesn't have the ability to speak. She reached out and moved cautiously to Neville, holding something in her hand.

"Again?" Mrs Longbottom said in a tired voice, "very well, Alice, dear, very well. Neville, take it, whatever it is. "

Neville had reached out and his mother dropped an empty gum wrapper into his hand.

"Very well, dear." Neville's grandmother put on a happy look and patted Neville's mother on the shoulder. Neville said calmly, "thank you, mom."

His mother hobbled back to the nursing bed and began to mutter to herself. Neville looked around the crowd defiantly, as if afraid of their laughter, but Fanlin felt that there was nothing more ridiculous in his life.

"We're sorry, Longbottom..."

"Well, we should go." Mrs. lombarton, putting on her long green gloves, sighed, "nice to meet you. Neville, put that sugar paper in the dustbin. She should have given you enough sugar paper to cover your bedroom

But when they left, van Lin saw Neville put the gum wrapper in his pocket.

Obviously, this is a precious thing for Neville, it's not rubbish

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