Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Chapter 245 Permanent Magic Damage

Under the surprised gazes of Ivan and Hermione, their former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walked out the door, wearing a lavender robe, looking the same as before.

"Hello!" he said, laughing. "You must be here for my autograph, aren't you?"

Ivan and Hermione shook their heads, indicating that they didn't need it.

Looking at Professor Lockhart in front of her, Hermione didn't have much sympathy.

It just felt absurd. She realized that she was so naive before that she would worship such a person.

Because of the books Lockhart had written, Hermione had thought he was the greatest wizard in the world, and she had even memorized them all.

But it's all fake, Lockhart is just appropriating someone else's experience.

In the Chamber of Secrets a year ago, he was planning to use the Forgetting Curse to erase the memories of Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Fortunately, he used Ron's broken wand, The spell hit himself at last.

In short, Hermione now fully recognized Lockhart's true colors.

To be honest, Ivan somewhat misses the days when Lockhart was there. He may not be a good professor, but he does give himself a lot of convenience.

Whether it is the difficulties encountered in the newspaper business, the approval of the restricted section of the library, the escape from Snape or Filch's punishment, or the extra points for Gryffindor, no matter from which angle you look at it, Lockhart All of them have provided a lot of help to Aiwen.

Of course, in his opinion, Ivan is also his most loyal reader.

"Are you okay?" Ai Wen hesitated and asked softly.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" Lockhart said enthusiastically, taking out a frayed peacock quill from his pocket, "How many autographs do you want? You know, I can write cursive characters now !"

"Oh, we don't need it now, thank you!" Hermione shook her hand hastily.

At the end of last term, she threw all of Lockhart's autographs she had collected into the stove and burned them without leaving a single one.

"Professor, why are you wandering in the corridor, shouldn't you be in the ward?" Ivan looked around, Lockhart's ward should be nearby.

"You call me Professor, have we met before?" The smile on Lockhart's face gradually disappeared, and he stared at Ivan and Hermione carefully for a while.

"Yes, you taught us at Hogwarts, remember?"

"Taught you?!" Lockhart said suspiciously, "Is it me?"

After getting the yes answer, the smile returned to his face almost instantly, looking suddenly scary.

"I see, I have taught you all the knowledge, right?" Lockhart said with a smile, "In this case, how many autographs do you need? How about a dozen, you can give it to all the children, without missing a single one! "

Ivan and Hermione looked at each other, and the two took a step back quietly.

"We have to go, Professor!" Ivan said, "You know, the two of us just came out to buy drinks, and our friends are still waiting for us."

"Are they Hogwarts students too?!" Lockhart said happily, "I can go with you, maybe they will need my autograph too."

No one would ask for his autograph. With Sirius' temper, he would definitely throw the crazy Lockhart out.

At this moment, a head popped out from behind the door at the other end of the corridor and shouted, "Gidero, naughty boy, where have you been?"

A motherly therapist with a filigree wreath on her head hurried over, smiling warmly at Alvin and Hermione.

"Oh, Gildero, it's great to have someone to visit you!" said the treatment room kindly. , he's so cute, isn't he?"

Both Ivan and Hermione knew why, and they wanted to tell each other that with Lockhart's current notoriety in the wizarding world, no one would visit him.

Whenever Lockhart is mentioned these days, people usually add the word liar to it.

For Lockhart, it might be the best outcome to go on like this forever.

"We are signing!" Gilderoy smiled brightly, "They want a lot more, if you don't give or agree, I wish I had so many photos!"

"He used to be famous, and we hope this hobby of giving autographs will refresh his memory." The therapist took Lockhart's arm and looked at him lovingly, as if he were a precocious two-year-old. "Please." Going this way, he lives in a closed ward, he must have slipped out while I was taking presents in, the door is usually locked."

"Don't worry, he's not dangerous!" Noticing the expressions of Aiwen and Hermione, she hastily lowered her voice and said, "Maybe it's a little dangerous for him, God bless, he doesn't know who he is, he can't remember how to get back when he goes out, How good of you to come and see him!"

If it weren't for the problem with the wand he was using at the time, Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione would look like this now.

They had just finished fighting the basilisk at that time, and they were all at the end of their strength, and they had no ability to resist at all.

Thinking of this, Ivan and Hermione's sympathy for Lockhart disappeared instantly.

"Sorry, we just happened to pass by!" Hermione shook the drink in her hand, "We're here to finish watching Ron Weasley, and he's in that room."

"I know Ron, a cute red-haired boy, and I heard that he helped the famous Sirius Black to get rid of his grievances. It's really amazing!" , but before going back, can you sit in his ward, he seems to be very familiar with you two. It won't take too long, and this may help his condition. "

Hearing what the other party said, it would be too unreasonable to refuse.

Ivan and Hermione could only nod, and followed Lockhart and the therapist to the opposite direction of Ron's ward.

At the end of the corridor, the therapist pointed his wand at the door of Genesiscitch's ward and said "Alahoo hole," and the door swung open.

She led the way in, holding Gilderoux's arm firmly with one hand, until she seated him in the armchair by the bed.

Compared with Ron's ward, it was deserted here.

Everything is white, and even the temperature is a few degrees cooler than outside.

There are no entertainment facilities in the ward, only cold treatment equipment. Ai Wen couldn't imagine how terrible it would be to live here forever.

"This is our long-term ward." The therapist whispered to Aiwen and Hermione, "Permanent spell damage, of course, relying on intensive treatment and a little luck, the condition can be improved! Guidero really seems Some regained consciousness, but most of the others showed no signs of getting better."

Chapter 246 The Lonely Hero

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 being 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-claw-like hand for him to hold, "Yes, I know you, I wrote 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 a stern look down 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.

Chapter 247 The Judgment of Peter Pettigrew

In addition to forgetfulness, Neville's problem is that he is too inferior. Because of his parents' affairs, Mrs. Longbottom's excessive expectations, and his own poor magical talent, he has always been worrying about gains and losses, self-doubting, and did not realize the deepest feelings in his heart. hidden courage.

But as time goes by, he will slowly grow up.

Ivan and Hermione didn't mention Neville's parents to others. If he could figure it out, he would tell everyone about it himself.

Ron recovered and was discharged from the hospital the next day. Ivan, Harry, and Hermione also moved into the Burrow that afternoon. The Weasley family welcomed the three of them very much.

In the remaining days of the Christmas holiday, Alvin had a good time.

He hadn't been this relaxed in a long time since the incident with Sirius, no plots, no dark wizards, no vampires, no threats of death.

In the cozy and bright Burrow, he completes vacation homework with everyone, plays wizard board games, cleans up goblins in the backyard, or discusses Muggle machines with Mr. Weasley, and sneaks along with Fred and George to carry out new activities. Joke product research.

On the first day of the New Year, Sirius took them to watch the match between Puddlemere United and Wimbourne Hornets.

The game was held deep in the mountains, and everyone planned to spend the night camping in the wild, but the Seekers of Puddlemere United caught the Snitch in just 10 minutes.

Although the game time is short, the process is very exciting.

Needless to say, all kinds of difficult and high-level confrontations between the Quidditch teams, the performance of the fans of the two teams also opened the eyes of Ivan and the others.

Fans of the Wimbourne Hornets uniformly wear yellow and black wizard robes, with a wasp stitched on the chest and back.Every time a player scores a goal, they squiggle and hum rhythmically, looking spectacular.

As Puddlemere United's Seekers caught the Snitch to end the game, the Quidditch field blared in their anthem, "Return the Bludgers, Throw the Quaffle, Boys".The cheerful tune resounded throughout the audience, and Ivan and the others sang a few words along with it.

For fans like Harry and Ron, the game that ended in a hurry was obviously not enjoyable enough.

Aiwen didn't care about this. He paid attention to the setting of the Quidditch venue, the advertisements placed around it, and the souvenirs and badges of the two teams sold by the staff.He was thinking about whether he could use this as a reference for the Hogwarts Quidditch match.

In addition to the above-mentioned things, Ivan spent most of his time in the shop in Diagon Alley, and everyone worked together to clean up and decorate the shop.

Lupine, Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley are mainly responsible for this matter, with the assistance of the house elves Dobby and Kreacher. Ivan and the others will also go to the opposite party via Floo powder every morning after breakfast at the Burrow. Corner Lane to help.