Rebirth of the Harry Potter

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

On the wall of the upward stairs hung the portrait of a healer with a hideous face.

Those therapists kept debating, yelling, talking about weird diseases, and coming up with terrible treatments.

A bandage-wrapped strange wizard laughed and said, "Muggles are so stupid. The immune disease called AIDS that they discovered decades ago has no cure. There are countless deaths from it every year. people."

"Hey, if you let me cure them, you only need the poisonous blood of the star anise to cure them easily." A witch said in the portrait.

"I think Rilla Magic Flower will do it." A wizard said unwillingly.

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

Harry broke away from the neurotic therapists and went to the fifth floor.

There is a double door marked with the Cursed Injury Section. Through the glass, it can be seen that there are several beds inside, but there are only two patients.

"Child, are you here to visit someone?"

A mother-like therapist with a garland of gold and silver on his head came out from the door at the end of the corridor and saw Harry looking at the ward, smiling enthusiastically at Harry.

"No." Harry shook his head.

...

The therapist pointed at the door of the ward with his magic wand and said "Alaho Cave is open". The door opened in response. She walked in and her warm voice came from the room.

This ward is a long-lived ward on this floor, which means that the patient has been injured by a permanent spell.

Of course, relying on the accumulation of magic treatments and the luck of character overflowing, there is still a little bit of it that can improve the condition...

In the ward, since it was the patient's long-term home, the empty beds around and next to the bed were filled with personal items for daily use. There were a lot more things than the other wards that Harry had just seen.

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

The wizard was lying on the bed with a gray face and a frown, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself, as if unaware of the surroundings.

After two beds, there is a witch with long hair. This is probably an unacceptable disease for any witch.

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

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

She handed her a letter and said, "Look, your son sent an owl to say that he will visit you at night. It's nice, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly. It seemed that she was not just growing animal hair.

The therapist walked to the window and opened the curtain completely.

The warm sunlight flooded the room at once.

The therapist walked up to the man talking to himself again, and put a pot of weird and ugly plant on his bedside table. The long tentacles on the plant were swinging around. There was a beautiful calendar at the bedside. Every day the calendar has passed is circled in 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 gaze on the two beds enclosed by the curtains. There was only one voice of a witch who was old but tough.

There lived a mentally disordered couple, and she respected them, even though they were a few years younger than her.

She admired the witch who kept talking inside.

After the death of her husband, his son and daughter-in-law were caught by mysterious people again. They were digging fractures and mad. Even the family didn't remember them. However, the old man did not feel helpless, but tried to raise his baby grandson.

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

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

"Minerva said that Neville's grades are very good, especially his talent in potions. This year's General Wizarding Examination, Neville should have good results."

"Frank, I used to worry about Neville's character being too cowardly and cowardly. He didn't look like you at all when he was a kid, but he has gradually changed a lot since the second grade. I hope he will be like you when he graduates."

"It also hurts you to become Bellatrix Lestrange and other Death Eaters. Because Dumbledore destroyed Azkaban, they were all sentenced to death. When executed I went to see it and looked carefully. Their blood and bones were all wiped out and turned into powder, and your revenge has been taken."

"Hey, what am I talking to you, obviously you 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 witch with silver hair. She was wearing a green robe and moth-eaten fox fur. Her pointed hat was clearly decorated with a specimen of a bald bird. Behind her was Neville, who looked dull.

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

"Yeah." Mrs. Longbottom said casually.

"Then I will send you." The therapist said.

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

Neville shuddered when he saw the person coming, as if a bullet had just passed him.

"Hello, Neville." Harry said softly.

"Is he your friend, Neville, little boy?" Neville's grandma said kindly, walking towards Harry.

Neville's expression seemed to rather be anywhere in the world than to be here. The swollen face was purplish red, and he dared not touch Harry's calm gaze.

"Ah, yes." His grandmother looked at Harry carefully, and held out a dry, eagle-claw 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 in school. I thank you for his parents."

Harry shook her hand, and from the old witch who had a serious face and a straight spine when she spoke, Harry felt a kind of spine that young people rarely have.

Neville did not look at Harry, but at his feet, his face getting purple.

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

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

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

"I don't think so, ma'am." Harry interrupted Grandma Neville with a smile: "At least I know Neville is very kind, this quality is more precious than gold."

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

Neville glanced at Harry gratefully, he had never dared to refute his grandma, but Harry praised him in front of his grandma.

"Navi, go and say goodbye to your parents, we are leaving." Grandma Neville said.

Neville lowered his head with a low self-esteem, his face was fierce, and he dared not walk over, for fear that Harry would know the biggest scar in his heart.

Neville's actions angered his grandmother, 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.

"It's no shame!" Mrs. Longbottom said angrily.

"You should be proud, Neville, proud! They sacrificed their health and sanity, not to make their only son ashamed of them!"

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

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

Madam Longbottom pressed Neville with a stern look, and Neville gritted her teeth and finally said: "My father and my mother were tortured crazy by the mysterious Death Eaters..."

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

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Harry somewhat proudly.

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

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

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

Her face is now thin and haggard, her eyes are very big, her hair is white, messy and dry.

She doesn't seem to want to speak, or can't speak, can't speak, I don't know who to speak to, but she timidly draws towards Neville, holding something in her hand.

"Another one?" Mrs. Longbottom said tiredly. "Very well, Alice, very well, Neville, take it, whatever it is..."

Neville has stretched out his hand, and what his mother gave him was a piece of wrapping paper for blowing a super bubble gum.

"Very well, boy." Neville's grandma patted her on the shoulder, pretending to be happy.

Neville said softly, "Thank you, Mom."

His mother hobbled back, humming a song.

She didn't actually know that this was her son, but she instinctively felt that she liked him, so she gave him the super bubble gum paper as a gift. Children should like to collect these.

"Well, we should go back." Mrs. Longbottom sighed, putting on long green gloves.

"Neville, throw that piece of candy paper into the trash can. She gave you enough to cover your bedroom..."

But when the nanny and grandson left, Harry believed he saw Neville put the tightly held candy paper into his pocket.

Neville actually wanted to ask Harry what he did when he came to the hospital, but think about it, maybe Harry didn't want others to ask, just like what happened to him, so he didn't say anything about leaving with his grandma.

With only four patients left in the room, Harry walked into the two innermost beds.

Neville's father Frank was worse than Alice.

Their problem is not only the severe mental damage leading to mental disorders, but also the lack of vitality.

I am afraid that even if a therapist cures their mental illness, their body will not last for ten years.

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

Harry first used the Sleeping Curse~www.ltnovel.com~ to let them close their eyes and lie quietly on the bed.

Then he took out the old magic wand.

I don't know what magic was used, a light green brilliance burst from the top of the wand, the light became thick and divided into two strands, and it went around in the air and plunged into the foreheads of Frank and Alice.

The light seems to have a perspective function, and their frontal bones become clearly visible.

Supported by Harry's huge magic power, the green magic belt became brighter and brighter, even the dazzling sunlight outside was covered, and the room was flooded with green light.

The two patients on the bed outside, a man talking to himself and a hairy woman all over, looked at Harry standing in the green magic vortex with wide-eyed eyes, shivering.

They didn't realize that they were bathed in this magical power, and their spirits became more and more normal. She was covered in hair, her hair slowly faded, revealing the human skin below.

The bedside plant of the self-talking man suddenly grew and occupies half of the ward in an instant.

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

The sapling glowed, and as the two breathed, the green light flickered.

Slowly, their bodies changed, their dry white hair became black again, and their old faces and thin palms became full and energetic.

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

The little sapling on their foreheads also became dim, turning into a little green starlight and dissipating.

The so-called rejuvenation is nothing more than that.

Magic, isn't it so magical.

Then Harry disappeared.

Until the night falls.

Two pairs of clear eyes opened together, and then, there were the shocked screams of the therapist and the magical hospital of St Mungo that became brightly lit again.

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