Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

No one expected that the blizzard had been going on for the whole day and stopped the next morning. Today, the thick clouds in the air miraculously moved away, and the sun that had not been seen for a long time sprinkled the earth again, and it was also spilled into the window of the ward.

The golden sunshine is especially beautiful indoors. In the light column that penetrates the window, the tiny dust is shining with a little brilliance, which brings a sense of sacredness.

Here is the Spell Damage Ward from St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, just in the 5th-layer of the building. The windows in the ward are clear and clean, and people are cleaned every day to maintain the most basic comfort and cleanliness.

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

“Miss Lovegood?” Tonks looked around and asked, as the blonde young girl sitting at the window asked strangely, “McLorne? Where did he go?”

Yes, just in the sun and the window, Luna is holding a magic book with keen interest pleasure reading. Her pale golden hair is bathed in the sun, reflecting the soft luster.

Since Marx was sent to St. Mungo’s yesterday, she has been here, never leaving. But now she is still here, the Marx of today’s protagonist has lost sight of it, and Tonks’s expression looks surprised.

“Marx?”

Luna heard the sound and looked up and glanced at Tonks. But then, as if she could understand what Tonks said, she looked at the bed with her head blank.

“Oh… where is Marx going?”

“Hey, Miss Lovegood,” Tonks said silently. “I was asking you – didn’t you stay with him all the time? Why didn’t he know where he was?”

“Well…” Luna sat in the sun, squinting for a moment, and then shook his head. “Like… um, as if Marx said he was going next door?”

She spoke and found that there was still someone behind Tonks, and she stretched her neck and looked at it curiously.

“Hermione?”

When she heard Luna calling her name, Hermione wanted to say hello, but before she could tell her, she heard Ron’s call from the door next door.

“Marx is there?” Hermione glanced at Luna, seemingly stunned, but eventually ran to the next door, “Marx?–“

To be honest, Marx’s status doesn’t look good, because his face is still white, and he coughs twice. But now he still stands between the two beds and talks to a witch in a green robe.

When Hermione saw it, she didn’t know what it was, and suddenly there was a burst of fire. She immediately withdrew her call and walked into the ward with dissatisfaction.

The other people who came with her stood at the door of the ward, looking at each other and not knowing whether to follow up.

“…Yes, this…cough cough… This is no longer a damage to the soul. Cruciatus Curse has been on them for too long, causing the brain to suffer a lot…”

“Marx!”

Marx, Hermione, who was communicating with the female healer, interrupted. He blinked, and he turned around helplessly, and laughed at Hermione by the way.

“What’s wrong? Cough cough… Who made you angry?” Marx looked at her innocently.

“Who else?” Hermione frowns, angry and authentic. “Why don’t you lie down on your bed? Instead, come here and chat with people… Don’t you remember how you were lifted?”

“Aiya, it’s okay for me to be lying and lying down…” Marx spread his hand, “cough cough…nothing…”

“Hey!” Hermione pointed at him angrily. “Is it like nothing? You look at the door, everyone is coming to see you, knowing that you are sick and running around! The patient is The honesty is lying on the bed!”

Marx hearing this, could not help but turn his head and looked at the door, and found that it was really a big group of people. He apologized to point nodded to the other side, and then put his eyes back on Hermione.

“Okay, I understand! Cough cough…” He reached out and said, “Go! I will go back…”

Seeing Hermione was not moving at all, just staring at him with a sigh of relief, which made him unable to reveal a helpless smile again.

“Ms. Straw, I have a lot to share with you, thank you for talking with me… cough cough… then I will go back to them next door…” Marx turned back and politely pointed at the witch slightly nodded.

“No, I am… I didn’t expect Mr. McLorne to have such in-depth research on the soul damage. The ideas you just mentioned have inspired me a lot. I believe that even if the Longbottom couple can’t recover, then It will definitely bring many hopes for recovery to other patients!”

The female healer looks quite gentle, with a special warmth between conversations, a witch that feels kind and trustful like mother. In fact, even Marx felt that she was a wizard who was born with healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Marx walked to the door with the unpleasant Hermione.

However, just after walking to the door, Marx found Neville standing outside and stunned. The other’s eyes, obviously, always stay on their own.

“Neville?” Marx yelled at him.

“Ah!”

Neville seemed to be taken aback. He came back to his senses and opened his mouth to Marx, but he couldn’t say anything.

“Is it my mind about my conversation with Ms. Straw?” Marx subconsciously turned back because he had already guessed some of Neville’s ideas.

Just now he was discussing the situation of Neville’s parents with Melanie Straw.

As for the Longbottom couple, there are actually a lot of wizards in the magic circle. At the beginning, Neville’s parents were all well-known Auror in the magic circle of England. When it came to strength, they didn’t lose to elites like Kingsley, and even managed to escape in Voldemort’s hands three times.

It was a pity that the world was impermanent. After Voldemort suddenly fell down, they were caught by the feverish Death Eater who was getting crazy about finding his master. Two Cruciatus Curse, which exceeded the limit, tortured them to leave a permanent brain damage.

This time, Marx lived in St. Mungo’s and lived in their next-door ward. Naturally, I wanted to take a look at the specific injury.

Looking at some silent Neville, Marx had to shake his head gently.

He believes that the dialogue he had with Ms. Strau had definitely made Neville look forward to it. Even if that hope is only a little bit, I think he will never want to miss it.

“Sorry, I have no choice.” Marx said frankly. “That’s not just magic damage, and… time has passed too long.”

“Yeah.” Neville looked down blankly and gently complied.

His parents have always been like this since he was sensible. It is conceivable that although my own relatives are still alive, they never recognize themselves. This feeling is a more cruel reality than the loss of both parents like Harry.

The cruel facts can be gradually flattened by the passage of time. To be honest, he is actually used to it.

He got used to father and ignored him. He was used to mother all day long. This habit is not a bearishness, but an escape based on self numbness.

However, when Father occasionally glanced at himself and when Mother occasionally handed him a piece of candy paper, the pain and grievance of the nose tipped the grief that was suppressed in the bottom of his heart, and it burst into flames.

Grandma always asked him to throw the sugar paper that Mother had handed him into the trash can, but he didn’t throw it at once, but silently stuffed it into his pocket. Although he is not good at words, he is still very dull, but he also knows that Grandma wants him to do so.

He used to listen to his grandmother and said that his parents are strong and brave Auror. In order to fight against evil, he can sacrifice everything. It is her pride in doing mother. As their children, they should also inherit their courage, instead of showing their weakness for a piece of candy paper.

Neville still puts each piece of candy in his pocket and saves it one by one. It’s just because it’s the only “gift” he’ve ever received from his parents.

“Thank you, Marx…” Neville suddenly came back from the silence, and nodded to Marx. “But it doesn’t matter, for a long time, I know that it is probably impossible to recover.”

After all, he looked at the ward again, but there was no feeling in the expression that he wanted to give up.

“Marx! Neville! Come over!” Hermione seemed to have found that they didn’t keep up, and turned and shouted again.

“Ah! Come here!” Neville seemed to be sobered up, only to see his look back to the awkwardness in normally, and rushing to the side, “Marx, let’s go! They are calling us! ”

Seeing Neville, I ran two steps before I remembered myself, and I couldn’t help but smile. Marx no longer thinks, after complied, he followed the doorway next door.

Neville and Snape, these two people can’t compare it, but Marx just remembered Snape in Neville.

Also a miss for a loved one, Snape can desperately change a chance to meet, and Neville may not make the same choice as Snape.

This kind of similarity between people is probably the direction Dumbledore is looking for. Even if it’s a magical way, the subtle changes are also the profound mystery that deserves to be thought-provoked.

“cough cough…hey, so many people?”

Marx just stepped into the door and found that his ward was filled with people, and the originally large room seemed to be a bit crowded.