Aiwen looked at the ward, which seemed to be the patient's long-term home.
There were far more personal belongings around the bed than Ron's, and Gilderoy had a picture of himself on the headboard, grinning and waving as before.
Many of the photos bear his childish signature. As soon as he was pushed into the chair by the therapist, he pulled out a stack of photos, grabbed a quill, and signed his name frantically.
"You need to put them in an envelope so I can mail them to my admirers." He threw the signed photos one by one onto Hermione's lap, just like he did back in school, "I Not forgotten, no, I still get letters from many admirers, Gladys Gurgion writes every week, I really don't know why?"
He paused, seemed a little confused, then smiled again and signed vigorously, "I think it's just because I'm good-looking!"
Aiwen looked into the distance. In addition to Lockhart, there were two patients in the room, a man and a woman. They were lying in the corner of the room, staring at the ceiling and talking to themselves, as if they were unaware of the surrounding things. Sleep.
"That's the Longbottoms!" Noticing Ivan's gaze, the therapist explained, "They have been here for a long, long time, more than ten years. Before I came here to work, Here they are."
Aiwen suddenly realized that they were Neville's parents.
They are both Aurors and original members of the Order of the Phoenix. He fought valiantly against Voldemort and the Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War.
After Voldemort's defeat and escape, just when the war was thought to be over, they were captured by Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., and other Death Eaters. The Death Eaters frantically tortured the two of them with the Cruciatus Curse, hoping to get news about Voldemort and where he might have absconded.
In the end, tortured so insanely that they didn't recognize their family or even who they were, they've been treated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.
Needless to say, both of them are heroes, but the ending is very tragic.
"You just said the Longbottoms?" Hermione said in surprise, as if noticing something.
"Yes, they are Mr. Frank Longbottom and Mrs. Alice Longbottom," said the therapist. "Their old mother, Mrs. Longbottom, came to see them every day, and there was a round-faced boy, I remember it was called "
"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed.
At the same time, the door of the ward was opened again.
Aiwen saw a sullen Neville come in, followed by a scary old witch in a green robe, moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat apparently decorated with a stuffed vulture.
"Ivan, Hermione, you, you..." Neville trembled all over, as if a bullet had just passed by his side.
He looked extremely surprised, and then became panicked. Neville looked at Ivan and Hermione with dodge eyes, and looked uncertainly at the parents lying on the back bed. He obviously didn't want to let his classmates Know about your parents.
The atmosphere was so embarrassing, Ivan wished he hadn't come to this ward.
"Is it your friend, Neville, baby?" Neville's grandma said kindly, walking towards Ivan and Hermione.
Neville didn't speak, his plump face was flushed purple, he didn't dare to meet everyone's eyes, he seemed to prefer to be anywhere in the world, but not here.
"Are you Ivan Mason?!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at Ivan carefully, and held out a withered, eagle-clawed hand for him to hold, "Yes, I know you. I wrote about you in the newspaper a few days ago. I’ve seen your photos and reports about your deeds, and it said that you and Harry Potter rescued the kid from the Black family, and you did a great job!”
Mrs. Longbottom patted Ivan on the shoulder, and turned her gaze to Hermione next to her.
"As for you, it must be Hermione Granger." She shook hands with Hermione and continued, "Neville told me about you, you helped him through some difficulties, Neville's evaluation of you two very high."
Neville didn't look at them, just stared at his feet, his face getting more and more purple.
"Neville is a good boy!" Mrs. Longbottom turned her head and looked down at Neville with stern eyes along her pointed nose. "But not as talented as his father, nor as smart as his mother, I have to say."
She turned her head towards the two beds inward, and the vulture on the hat quivered horribly.
Ivan and Hermione were silent, and looked back at the two people lying on the inner bed, not knowing what to say.
"Neville, haven't you told your friends about your parents before?" Mrs. Longbottom asked sharply, noticing something unusual in the atmosphere.
Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head.
Unknowingly, Hermione gently held Ivan's hand, looking very sad. She was worried about Neville's affairs, but she didn't know what to do.
"Well, 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 to make their only son ashamed of them!"
"I'm not ashamed." Neville said weakly, still not looking at Ivan and Hermione.
"The way you behave is very strange!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at him, then turned her head and said proudly to Ivan and Hermione, "My son and daughter-in-law were tortured mad by the mysterious man. They used to be Aurors. Well respected in the wizarding world."
Hermione covered her mouth with her little hand, and she looked back at Neville's parents again.
Hearing the noise, Neville's mother sat up in bed. Her face was thin and haggard, her eyes were very large, and her hair was already gray, disheveled and dry. She didn't seem to want to speak, or couldn't speak, just sat on the bed, timidly drawing towards Navi.
Seeing her movement, the therapist rushed to meet her.
"Alas!" Madam Longbottom sighed, looked at Neville again, and staggered to her son and daughter-in-law.
In her old back, there is an inexplicable loneliness.
Neville didn't move, he took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at Ivan and Hermione challengingly, as if he was ready to accept their ridicule.
Ivan has never encountered anything uglier than this in his life. His eyes moved to other places, and he didn't meet Neville's eyes.
Beside him, Hermione looked at Neville worriedly, tears welling in her eyes.
The two of them ended up leaving the ward somehow, and in the corridor, Hermione said tearfully, "I never knew"
Ai Wen didn't speak, and his heart was also heavy.
Neville's life experience was similar to Harry's, and in a sense, even worse than Harry's. Although he could often see his parents, it was impossible for them not to recognize him. He didn't even dare to ask Friends mentioned them.
For Neville, the incident was a never-ending ordeal.
Ivan sighed, once again realizing the ferocity of Death Eaters and the cruelty of war.
Facing a future full of dangers, only strengthening one's own strength as much as possible is the only guarantee. (.)