Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

The three students on the side were a little confused. They didn't know what happened to Neville, and they didn't know what nightmare Neville had or what he remembered.

But they could see that Neville was in a lot of trouble and pain.

At this time, the door to the ward was pushed open again, and Madam Pomfrey walked in, followed by an old lady behind her. She was wearing a fox fur scarf and a tall hat with a stuffed eagle on the top. hat and holding a big red handbag.

Her dress was rather aristocratic and elegant, but it was not difficult to see from the details of her dress that she was in a hurry.

Neville, who was hiding under the quilt, shrank his head subconsciously and whispered, "Grandma!"

It turns out that this is Neville's grandma, the whole Gryffindor, no!It should be said that the entire Hogwarts knew that Neville had such a grandmother. Everyone was curious about what kind of grandmother could make Neville so afraid of her.

Now when I saw her, the fantasy in my mind completely coincided with the old lady in front of me. Neville's grandma should have such an old-fashioned and unsmiling look.

"Dean, this is Neville's grandmother." Madam Pomfrey introduced to Kirk.

Kirk stood up and greeted her: "Mrs. Longbottom."

The old Mrs. Longbottom had not looked at her grandson since she walked in the door and glanced at him. When she saw the young dean in front of her, she forced out a stiff smile and said, "Hello, Dean Kirk. .”

Kirk nodded and stepped aside so that the old lady could see her grandson, but unexpectedly she didn't take a step forward at all.

Old Mrs. Longbottom turned to look at Neville, her eyes full of anger: "Neville, have you forgotten what I said?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Neville got out of the quilt reflexively and sat upright on the hospital bed, looking well-behaved.

I have to say that Mrs. Longbottom's aura is really strong. After she said these words, even Harry and the others couldn't help but stand up straight.

Kirk originally thought that the arrival of Neville's grandma would bring some psychological comfort to Neville and make him no longer panic, but seeing that the situation in front of him was completely out of his imagination, he had to stand up.

"Mrs. Longbottom, let's go to the office next to us to talk." Kirk stood back between Neville and his grandmother.

Madam Longbottom nodded, glanced at Neville again, and then followed Madam Pomfrey out of the ward.

Kirk looked back at the frightened Neville: "If you don't want to forget those memories, you might as well talk about them with your friends. That way, you might feel better."

After saying that, he also left the ward.

In the ward, Neville relaxed again. He thought about what Professor Kirk had just said. Maybe he really should tell those bad memories, but he quietly glanced at Harry and Ron around him with his peripheral vision. and Hermione, but couldn't speak.

In his heart, he regarded these three people as friends, otherwise he would not have blocked the door of the Gryffindor common room to prevent them from venturing out because he was worried about their safety.

But Neville couldn't guess what these three people were thinking. Do they regard him as friends?Neville didn't know, could a person like him really have friends?

"Neville, go ahead, we're listening!" Seeing Neville hesitate, Hermione sat next to him and patted his back.

Harry sat on the other side of him: "Yes, tell me, aren't we friends?"

Ron sat on the hospital bed opposite and nodded.

Neville raised his head, tears on his face again, but this time it was not because of fear, but because of emotion.

Choking with sobs, he recounted to his three friends the horrific memory he thought he had forgotten.

Neville spoke slowly, often pausing because of choking.

But Harry and the three of them listened extremely carefully and with great concentration, because the person involved in this story was Voldemort, whom they had just fought against. Although Voldemort himself did not appear in this story, it was just a group of Death Eaters. It's scary enough.

Voldemort is terrifying, Death Eaters are hateful, Neville's parents are respectable, and Neville is also very sympathetic. They never knew that Neville had such a miserable energy when he was a child.

After Neville finished speaking, the three of them fell into obsession. Ron and Hermione did not know how to comfort him for a while; while Harry was struck with resonance. Neville's experience was almost like that of his childhood. After listening to Neville's story, he also remembered that when he saw Voldemort that night, the green light that flashed back in his mind was still the same shrill scream.

The image of his mother in the Mirror of Erised came to mind. His mother must have been in pain at that time...

Thinking of the Mirror of Erised, Harry thought of what Professor Kirk said to him that night, and suddenly woke up from his memories. This was not the time to be sentimental.

"You should know about me. Your parents are at least still alive, right?" Harry planned to use his own experience to comfort Neville.

Almost everyone in the wizarding world knows about Harry Potter, but most of what everyone pays attention to is the fact that the savior Potter defeated Voldemort. As for the Potters who died in the story, everyone did not care; in that case In the new year, any wizarding family will have tragedies, big and small, and everyone is numb.

Neville was a little flustered. He heard the helplessness in Harry's words. He was kind-hearted and didn't want his friends to fall into grief. He turned to comfort Harry: "Although my parents are still here, they have gone crazy. I have been being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, and they...don't remember me anymore..."

Harry interrupted him: "But you still remember them, don't you? I lived in my aunt's house since I was a child. They told me that my parents died in a car accident, and I don't even know about magic!"

"I do know magic, but I have no magic talent, so my family has always regarded me as a squib." Neville sighed: "My uncle doesn't think so. He has been forcing me to show some magic abilities, but what do I really think? I didn’t even understand, but once again he pushed me off the Black Lake Pier and almost drowned me.”

Harry slumped against the guardrail of the hospital bed: "My aunt's family has treated me very badly. I have been living in the storage room under the stairs... I also have a cousin who often bullies me. I wear clothes It's all he has left..."

"I know, it's not easy for both of you, but you have to look forward in life, right?"

Hermione quickly interrupted them because the scene had inexplicably turned into a competition.

Harry stopped talking. He also realized that his words were a little too decadent: "Sorry, Neville."

Neville shook his head. After he had said so much, the depression in his heart had indeed dissipated a lot.