Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

On Christmas Eve, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is full of festive atmosphere.

The light source in the waiting room was replaced with golden and red crystal bubbles, which hung from the ceiling like huge Christmas balls, flashing constantly.

Neville is holding his grandmother's hand in one hand, and his school bag tightly in the other.

They went all the way up to the fifth floor. The door of every ward they passed was decorated with holly trees with colorful tapes wrapped around them.

"Neville, hurry up—"

The Longbottom old man said to him, Neville quickly followed two steps, they walked into Janus Sic’s ward and kept coming Go to the innermost bed and lift the curtains. A pair of male witch teachers are lying on the bed.

If you ignore their pale sickness and gray and dry hair, they look like young couples who are sleeping late, with natural smiles at the corners of their mouths, but Neville just looks at them sadly , Dig out a bunch of flowers from the bag and put them in a vase on the bedside table.

Neville just wanted to throw away the withered flower, grandmother said with a straight face, "I'll do it." She chopped her hand to grab the flower and gave him a complicated look, "Neville --" But she does nothing. Left without saying.

Neville sat quietly for a while. He had already helped his mother cut his hair, helped his father tuck the quilt, and folded the towel, but his grandmother did not come back after a long time.

He hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards the door. A woman with hairy face suddenly barked at him on two beds and almost hit the wall on the other side in fright. .

Frightened Neville opened the door and glanced left and right. There was still no grandmother's silhouette. The golden star on the tip of the holly tree at the door flashed and dangled so that he could not see the corridor in the distance.

Neville's expression hesitated, thinking about whether to retreat, but he suddenly heard a faint voice at the top of the stairs. He remembered this gentle voice—it was his father’s mother’s heeler, which was called Mei Lim's Aunt.

"Mister Haip——Longbottom couple——two weeks——"

Hearing the familiar name, Neville’s curiosity prevailed. He tiptoed over and tried his best No sound is made. At the corner of the stairs, he saw Melim Aunt with his back to him, chatting with a heeler wearing a green robe.

"No one can pack a ticket when they wake up, Mister Haip is full of confidence, and the Longbottom old man believes him..." Melim said.

Another young healer couldn’t help asking: “It’s said that Haip just posted some articles in the newspaper. Who knows how he is?”

Melim hesitated and said: "Ms. Boham believes in him too."

The healer retorted: "But as you said, it has been two weeks since Haip came over last time. He showed up, and the Longbottom couple has been unconscious for two weeks. Isn’t he getting into trouble and can’t end up?"

Meerham’s expression is even more worried, but she is still looking for For the reason, "The patient's state is all stable..."

"Who can tell the memory of things, maybe you can't sleep! That Haip is at best a Hogwarts professor, after all It's not a healer."

Merlem seemed to be persuaded, "You make sense. When Mrs. Longbottom comes over, let me persuade her." The two left together.

Neville leaned against the corner, the smile on his face disappeared. He was thinking hard about what he heard. Hogwarts has only one Haip professor, so the professor is treating his parents? But why has he never mentioned it to himself?

Neville thought, maybe he was afraid of worrying? But he thought of the conversation between the two healers just now, unconscious for two weeks...His heart jerked.

He hurried back to the ward, opened the door, and rushed back to his parents’ beds—they were still sleeping peacefully.

'unconscious for two weeks...'

Neville tentatively pushed mother's arm, but there was no response. He used a little bit of strength, and mother was still motionless, with a smile at the corner of his mouth. There is no change.

He suddenly became flustered. The words of the strange healer were like some kind of poisonous poison repeating in his heart——

"Who can tell the memory of things, maybe just I can't afford to sleep!"

Neville murmured: "I can't afford to sleep—impossible! The professor never does anything uncertain. He is so powerful and calm..." But he couldn't bear it. I live and think again: The words of the heeler are also very reasonable. Professor Haip has never shown the ability of the heeler.

Like Harry, he excelled in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but his Herbology is not as good as himself.

There is a sound of footsteps in the distance, one is his grandmother, who is the other? It seems familiar...Neville glanced at the gap in the door and saw a pair of refined black and brown shoes. It was Professor Haip!

Afterwards, he realized that he came in in a hurry and forgot to close the door.

Neville lay on the bag at the end of the bed, pretending to find nothing, his ears quietly pricked up.

"Professor Haip, we need to talk."

This is my grandmother's voice. She sounds a little worried. What happened?

"Nothing to talk about! I should have quit long ago. If you didn't find Dumbledore, I would not come tonight." A man's voice said.

Professor Haip...Neville thought, how did the professor feel a little strange to him, a little...indifferent?

"Oh, Frank and Alice haven't woken up yet, they, they—"

Neville heard the sobbing of his grandmother, his heart lifted up, the one dressed in green Robe's Healer's words came into his ears again, making him unable to ignore it.

The conversation outside the door became even lower. Neville couldn’t help but raised his head. The window on the door only saw the silhouette of her grandmother. She looked sad, which he had never seen before. Expressions.

In his heart, his grandmother has always been stern and arrogant.

"Don't cry! You will be seen. Let's find a hidden place and talk about it all at once." The man said impatiently.

A shadow passed across the window, and the sound of footsteps moved away.

Neville's heart, peng peng, jumped up. He didn't believe in the conversation just now. The man's voice sounded like a villain.

He jumped up abruptly, and didn't even notice the schoolbag in his hand. He tiptoe to the door, and stuck his head along the crack of the door, just to see the two people turning their backs at the end of the corridor.

Neville took a deep breath and ran out quickly, shutting in the bark of the long-haired witch in the ward. There was a sudden flush of abnormality on his face, and he didn't realize that his footsteps were too loud until he chased the end of the corridor. Maybe the two of them heard it.

He leaned against the wall and waited quietly for a few seconds. He turned without footsteps. He sighed in relief and looked at it like a thief. It was a row of vacant wards in the corridor. rays of light are very weak.

Neville courageously walked over. He didn't know which room Daofather's mother and professor were in, so he could only find them one by one.

He tilted his head to the first door, his ears were sore, but there was no sound inside.

He tiptoed to the second door again, and before he could approach, a clear voice came from inside——