Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry walked through many double doors and saw a rickety staircase.

On the wall of the stairs that climb up, there is a portrait of a therapist who can be called a grim face.

The therapists debated and yelled nonstop, talking about bizarre ailments and coming up with horrific remedies.

A strange wizard wrapped in bandages laughed and said: "Muggles are so stupid. The immune disease called AIDS they discovered decades ago has no cure until now, and countless people die from it every year." people."

"Hey, if you let me treat them, you can easily cure them with just the blood of the poisonous star anise." A female witch said in the portrait.

"I just look at the Rila Magic Flower." A wizard said unwillingly.

"You are all too complicated, I..."

Harry broke away from the group of neurotic therapists and came to the fifth floor.

A double door marked Spell Injuries, several beds could be seen through the glass, but there were only two patients.

"Son, are you here to visit someone?"

A mother-like therapist with a filigree garland on her head came out of the door at the end of the corridor, saw Harry looking at the ward, and smiled enthusiastically at Harry.

"No." Harry shook his head.

...

The therapist pointed at the door of the ward with a magic wand, and said "Alahoo hole open", the door opened in response, she walked in, and her enthusiastic voice came from the room.

This ward is a long-term ward on this floor, which means that the patient is permanently cursed.

Of course, relying on the accumulated magical treatment and the luck of the character, there is still a little possibility that the condition can be improved...

In the ward, since it was the patient's long-term home, the vacant beds around the bed and even next to it were filled with personal items for daily use, which was much more stuff than the other wards Harry had just seen on the way.

Two patients can be seen in the room, a man and a woman.

The wizard was lying on the bed with a sallow complexion and a sad face, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, as if he was unaware of the surrounding things.

Two beds away is a witch with a long hairy face, which is probably an unacceptable disease for any witch.

In fact, there are two beds at the other end of the ward, but they are surrounded by floral curtains to give patients and visitors some privacy.

After the therapist came in, he greeted the hairy woman happily: "Agnes, how are you feeling today?"

She handed her a letter and said, "Look, your son sent an owl to say he's coming to see you in the evening, and it's nice, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly a few times, and it seemed she had more than just animal hair growing out of her body.

The therapist goes to the window and draws the curtains all the way back.

Warm sunlight flooded the entire room at once.

The therapist went to the man who was talking to himself again, and put an ugly plant on his bedside table. The long tentacles on the plant were swinging around. There was also a beautiful calendar beside the bed, August Every day that has passed in the calendar is circled with a red pen: "Broderick, it's the end of the month. In September, remember to flip the calendar to the next month."

The therapist couldn't help but cast his eyes on the two beds surrounded by curtains. There was only a witch with an old but tough voice inside.

It lived with a deranged couple whom she respected even though they were a few years younger than her.

For the witch who kept talking inside, she admired it from the bottom of her heart.

The husband passed away, and the son and daughter-in-law were captured by the mysterious man again, tortured them madly, and even the family members were forgotten. However, the old man did not recover from the setback, but worked hard to raise his infant grandson.

"...Alice, Neville will be entering fifth grade this year, and school will start tomorrow, do you understand?"

"He has been in good health, you don't have to worry about him."

"Minerva said Neville's grades were good, especially his talent in Potions.

Neville should have done well in this year's Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination. "

"Frank, I was worried that Neville's character was too timid and cowardly. He was not like you at all when he was young, but he has gradually changed a lot since the second grade. I hope that when he graduates, he will be like you."

"There are also Bellatrix Lestrange and other Death Eaters who hurt you like this. Because Dumbledore destroyed Azkaban, they were all sentenced to death. When executing I went to see it, and I looked very carefully, their blood and bones were wiped into powder, and your revenge has been avenged."

"Oh, what am I talking to you, you obviously don't know who Neville and I are..." the old man sighed.

The curtain at the head of the bed was pulled open, and two people came out from the bed.

One was an old silver-haired witch in a green robe, moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat apparently decorated with a stuffed bald duck, followed by a gloomy-looking Neville.

"Mrs. Longbottom, are you leaving now?" the therapist asked cautiously.

"Yes." Mrs. Longbottom said casually.

"Then I'll see you off." The therapist said.

At some point, a boy stood at the door of the room.

Seeing the person coming, Neville shuddered and flinched, as if a bullet had just passed him.

"Hello, Neville," Harry said softly.

"Is he your friend, Neville, sweetie?" Neville's grandmother said kindly, walking towards Harry.

Neville looked as if he would rather be anywhere in the world than here. The plump face was flushed with purple, and he dared not meet Harry's calm eyes.

"Ah, yes." His grandma looked at Harry carefully, and held out a withered, claw-like hand for Harry: "Yes, yes, of course I know who you are, Harry Potter. Neville spoke highly of you, he said that you took care of him a lot at school, and I thank you on behalf of his parents."

Harry shook hands with her. From this old witch with a serious face and a straight spine when speaking, Harry felt a kind of backbone that young people seldom possessed.

Neville didn't look at Harry, just stared at his feet, his face getting more and more purple.

Grandma Neville looked down at Neville with stern eyes along her pointed nose, a little disappointed. Compared with Harry, Neville's performance was very different.

You must know that Harry Potter is an orphan, and he grew up in a worse environment than Neville, but he is so much better than Neville.

She said with regret: "It's a pity that he doesn't have the talent of his father. In this respect, he is better than Frank..."

"I don't think so, ma'am." Harry smiled and interrupted Grandma Neville, "At least I know that Neville is very kind, and this quality is more precious than gold."

"What..." Grandma Neville looked at Harry in surprise, and then smiled.

Neville gave Harry a grateful look. He had never dared to contradict his grandma before, but Harry praised him in front of her grandma.

"Neville, go and say goodbye to your parents, we're leaving," said Granny Neville.

Neville lowered his head in low self-esteem, his face was hot, and he didn't dare to walk over, for fear that Harry would know the biggest scar in his heart.

Neville's behavior angered his grandma, and Mrs. Longbottom asked sharply, "Why didn't you dare to go there? Haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville?"

Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head.

Harry knew how ashamed Neville was, but he didn't help Neville out.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of!" said Mrs. Longbottom angrily.

"You should be proud, Neville, proud! They didn't sacrifice their health and sanity so that their only son would be ashamed of them!"

"I'm not ashamed," said Neville weakly, still not looking at Harry.

"But your performance is very disappointing!" said Mrs. Longbottom.

Mrs. Longbottom pressed Neville with stern eyes. Neville gritted his teeth and finally said: "My father and my mother were tortured by You-Know-Who's Death Eaters and went mad..."

After confessing, Neville suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if the world had become lighter.

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Harry somewhat haughtily.

"I've heard it before," said Harry.

Mrs. Longbottom was about to say something, when she suddenly saw a woman coming out, and she said, "Alice, what's the matter?"

I saw Neville's mother walking slowly in her pajamas, she no longer had the round and happy face in the photo with his parents in Harry's hand.

Her face was thin and haggard now, her eyes were very large, and her hair was gray, disheveled and dry.

She didn't seem to want to speak, or she couldn't speak, couldn't speak, and she didn't know who to talk to, but she timidly gestured to Neville, holding something in her hand.

"Another one?" Madam Longbottom said wearily, "Very good, Alice, very good, Neville, take it, whatever it is..."

Neville had already held out his hand, and what his mother had given him was a wrapper for Blowing Super Bubblegum.

"Very good, son." Neville's grandmother patted her on the shoulder, pretending to be happy.

Neville said softly, "Thanks, Mum."

His mother staggered back, humming.

She didn't actually know that this was her son, but she instinctively felt that she liked him, so she gave him Chubao super bubblegum wrappers as gifts. Children should like to collect these.

"Well, it's time for us to go back," sighed Mrs Longbottom, pulling on her long green gloves.

"Neville, throw that candy wrapper in the dustbin, she gave you enough to plaster your bedroom..."

But as the grandma and grandson left, Harry believed he saw Neville stuff the wrapper he was clutching into his pocket.

Neville actually wanted to ask Harry what he did in the hospital, but thinking about it, maybe Harry didn't want others to ask, just like what happened to him, so he left with his grandma without saying anything.

When there were only four patients left in the room, Harry went into the two innermost beds.

Neville's father, Frank, was more serious than Alice.

Their problem is not only the mental disorder caused by severe mental damage, but also the lack of vitality.

I'm afraid that even if a therapist cured their mental illness, their bodies wouldn't last ten years.

Harry stood between the two beds, Frank and Alice looked at Harry stupidly.

Harry first used the Sleeping Charm and made them lie quietly on the bed with their eyes closed.

Then drew out the Elder Wand.

I don't know what kind of magic was used, a light green brilliance shot out from the top of the wand, the light became thicker, divided into two strands, circled in the air, and pierced into the foreheads of Frank and Alice.

The light seemed to have a see-through function, and their frontal bones became clearly visible.

Under the support of Harry's huge magic power, the green magic belt became brighter and brighter, covering even the dazzling sunlight outside, and the room was filled with green light.

The two patients on the outer bed, the man talking to himself and the hairy woman, stared at Harry standing in the green magic vortex with wide eyes, trembling.

They didn't realize that they were bathed in this magic power, and their spirits became more and more normal. The girl was covered with hair, and her hair slowly faded away, revealing the human skin underneath.

The bedside plant of the man who was talking to himself suddenly grew rapidly, occupying half of the room in an instant.

And the beam of light rooted in the foreheads of Frank and Alice almost turned into substance, and finally condensed into a finger-sized green sapling full of vitality.

The sapling radiated light, and as the two breathed, the green light flickered on and off.

Slowly, their bodies changed, their dry white hair became black again, their old faces and thin hands became full and full of vitality.

In the end, they seemed to be twenty years younger and returned to the normal appearance of people in their thirties.

The small saplings on their foreheads also became dim, turning into dots of green starlight and dissipating.

The so-called rejuvenation is nothing more than that.

Magic, isn't it so magical.

Then Harry disappeared.

until night falls.

Two pairs of clear eyes opened together, and then, there was the shocked scream of the therapist and the brightly lit St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic.

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