No one expected that after a full day of snowstorm, it stopped early the next morning. Today, the thick clouds in the sky have been miraculously removed, and the long-lost sunlight has once again sprinkled the ground, and it has also poured into the windows of the ward.

The golden sunlight is especially beautiful in the interior. In the beam of light that penetrates through the window, tiny dust flashes a little bit of brilliance, giving a sense of inexplicable sacredness.

This is the Spell Injury Division of the San Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, on the fifth floor of the building. The windows in the ward are clear and cleaned every day, maintaining the most basic comfort and cleanliness.

However, there is only one thing missing in such a ward that seems to be very enjoyable, and that is the patient.

"Miss Lovegood?" Tonks looked around and asked in amazement at the blond girl sitting by the window. "Where is McLean? Where did he go?"

Yes, right next to that sunny window, Luna was reading with interest a magical book. Her long blonde hair was bathed in the sun, reflecting a soft sheen.

Since Maca was sent to San Mungo yesterday, she has been here, never leaving. But now she is still here, but Maca, who is today's protagonist, has disappeared. Tonks looks surprised.

"Maca?"

Luna heard her voice and raised her head to glance at Tonks. But then, she seemed to understand what Tonks was saying, and her head crooked blankly into the bed.

"Oh ... where's Marka?"

"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, squinting and pondering for a while, then shook her head. "Like ... eh, it seems like Maca said she was going to the next door?"

She was talking, as if she found someone behind Tonks, and stretched her neck and looked curiously.

"Hermione?"

Hearing Luna's name, Hermione was trying to say hello, but before she could say it, she heard Ron's call coming from the door next door.

"Is Maca really over there?" Hermione glanced at Luna as if she froze, but eventually ran to the other side first, "Maca? Ma--"

To be honest, Maca's condition didn't look good, because his face was still white and he coughed twice from time to time. But he was still standing between the two beds, talking to a witch in a green robe frequently.

When Hermione saw her, she didn't know what was happening in her heart. She immediately called back the call and strode into the ward with a look of dissatisfaction.

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

"... Yes, this ... keke ... this is no longer a damage to the soul. The diamond-cursing spell has been on them for too long, causing a lot of brain damage ..."

"Maca!"

Hermione interrupted when she was talking to Maca, the female therapist. He blinked, then turned helplessly, and smiled at Hermione by the way.

"What's wrong? Whoops ... who made you angry?" Maka looked at her innocently.

"Can anyone else?" Hermione frowned, and said angrily, "Why don't you lie down on the hospital bed? Instead, come here to chat with people ... don't you remember how you were brought up?"

"Oh, my injury has nothing to do with standing ..." Maca spread his hands, "Ahem ... it's okay ..."

"Look!" Hermione pointed angrily at him, "Is this okay? Look at the door again, but everyone is coming to see you. How could you run around if you were sick! Patient Just be honest on the bed! "

When Maca heard that, she turned her head and looked at the door, and found that a group of people had come. He nodded slightly apologetically, and then turned his gaze back to Hermione.

"Okay, I understand! Keke ..." He reached out and said, "Let's go! I'll go back ..."

Seeing Hermione was unmoved, just pouting and staring at him, which made him helpless smile again.

"Ms. Straw, I have learned a lot from communicating with you. Thank you for accompanying me ... Ahem ... Then I will go back to them next ..." Maca turned her head, politely nodding at the witch.

"No, I am ... I did not expect that Mr. McLean has such an in-depth study of soul damage. The ideas you just mentioned have inspired me a lot. I believe that even if the Lombartons cannot recover from this, In the future, it will definitely bring a lot of hope for healing to other patients! "

The female therapist seemed quite gentle, with a special warmth between the talks, and a witch who was as gracious and trusted as her mother. In fact, even Maka felt that she was a wizard who was a natural healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Marka followed Hermione's unpleasant face toward the door.

However, just after walking to the door, Maca noticed that Neville was standing outside and froze in a daze. Obviously, the other person's eyes always stayed on him.

"Neville?" Marka called him.

"what!"

Neville seemed startled. He turned back and opened his mouth at Maca, but couldn't say anything.

"Are you concerned about my conversation with Ms. Straw just now?" Marka turned back subconsciously, because he had already guessed some of Neville's thoughts.

Just now he was talking to Melim Straw about Neville's parents.

About the Long Bartons, in fact, many wizards also know in the magic world. At the time, Neville's parents were all well-known Aurors in the British magic world. In terms of strength, they were not lost to elites such as Kingsleyna. They even escaped three times in the hands of Voldemort.

It is a pity that things are impermanent. After Voldemort's sudden downfall at that time, they were caught by the enthusiastic Death Eaters who were approaching madness in search of their masters. Two heart-cursing spells that exceeded their limits, tortured them, leaving permanent brain damage.

Since Maca lived in St. Mungo this time, and lived in their ward next door, naturally she wanted to drop in to see the specific injuries.

Looking at Neville's silence, Maca shook her head slightly.

He believed that the conversation he had just had with Ms. Straw must have given Neville some expectations. Even if there was only a little hope, he would never want to miss it.

"Sorry, I can't do anything about it," Makatan said. "It's not just magical damage, but ... time has passed too long."

"Well." Neville bowed his head darkly and responded softly.

His parents have been like this since he was sensible. It is conceivable that although one of his close relatives is still alive, he still does not recognize himself. This feeling is a more cruel reality than losing his parents like Harry.

No matter how cruel the truth, it will gradually become dull under the passing of time. To be honest, he is actually used to it.

He was used to his father's indifference to himself, and his mother was in a daze all day long. This habit is not light on this, but an escape based on self-numbness.

However, when the father occasionally glanced at himself, and when the mother occasionally handed herself a piece of sugar paper, the pain and grievance of the sore nose caused the sadness in the bottom of his heart to burst out suddenly, blasting him all over.

Grandma always asked him to throw the sugar paper that his mother handed him into the trash can, but he didn't throw it all at once, but silently stuffed them into his pockets. Although he was not good at words, he was still stupid, but he also knew that his grandmother didn't do anything wrong.

He had heard his grandmother say before that his parents were strong and brave Aurors, and that everything she could sacrifice to fight against evil was her mother's pride. As their children, they should also inherit their courage ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ instead of showing their weakness for a piece of sugar paper.

However, Neville put each piece of sugar paper in his pocket and kept it one by one. This is just because it was the only "gift" he had received from his parents since childhood.

"Thank you, Maca ..." Neville suddenly returned to God from the silence, and nodded solemnly to Maca. "But it doesn't matter. After a long time, I know that it is probably impossible to recover. "

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

"Maca! Neville! Come here!" Hermione seemed to find that they hadn't followed, and suddenly turned around and shouted again.

"Ah! Here it is!" Neville seemed to have returned to God, and saw that his expression returned to his awkwardness on a weekday, and hurried to the other side, "Maca, go away! They are Call us! "

Seeing that Neville ran two steps before she thought of herself, she couldn't help smiling. No longer thinking about it, Maca followed the door to the next door.

Neville and Snape, they can't be compared in any way, but Maca just remembered Snape on Neville.

It is the same for the loved ones. Snape can desperately change for another opportunity that may be met, but Neville may not make the same choice as Snape.

This kind of similarities and differences between people is probably exactly what Dumbledore is looking for. But even if the road of magic is left aside, the subtle changes are also a mystery worth thinking about.

"Ahem ... yo, so many people?"

As soon as Maca stepped into the door, she found that her ward was already full, and the room that looked quite large was actually a little crowded.