[HP] Born to be a pair

There were also quite a few people in the elevator, mixed with strangely shaped patients and family members who came to visit their loved ones.They talked freely behind Renee, and no one paid attention to the lonely girl standing in the front.

As if she had already reached the sixth floor, she followed several wizards in black robes and walked out of the elevator. Even though St. Mungo's elevator was not a completely sealed cabin, Renee felt short of breath for no reason.

As soon as she walked into the narrow corridor, she immediately ran to the wedge-shaped window at the end.The sky outside the window was clear and cloudless, but it was not a pleasant sky blue, but the color of candle wax.

It was as white as the source of the cold in the whole world, and the cold zenith also froze her original fresh heart.

One mystery has not been solved yet, and another mystery follows one after another. When will Amelia Hawke's life and events be solved by her?

Renee tightened her fur coat, and her hot and confused mind gradually calmed down. She breathed out a breath of hot air, and temporarily waved away the shadows in front of her eyes, trying to scare away the anxiety with a smile.

When she turned around, she found that there was no tea room or shop on this floor. Instead, like the third floor, it was covered with many ward doors, and there were green-robed therapists coming in and out, and faint wailing could be heard from time to time. .

"This is not the sixth floor." Renee stared at the card inlaid in a copper frame on the wall, which read: Fifth Floor - Spell Injury Division.

What the hell, she thought angrily, how did she get off the elevator in a daze?Fortunately, it was only one floor away, and she could follow the stairs next to her to find her father.

As soon as he took a step, the double doors of the ward not far away were pushed open, and an old witch in a dark green robe and a moth-eaten fox fur came out of it, counting someone while walking, and the hat on her hat The vulture decoration also trembled accordingly.

Isn't that - Neville's grandma?

Before Renee had time to think, she saw the scolded person coming out behind Mrs. Longbottom, sullen and purple-cheeked as if frostbitten. It was her boyfriend Neville Longbottom.

He seemed to be in a bad mood, and Renee didn't think about whether to meet at such an uncoincidental time, but Mrs. Longbottom, who was the leader, cast her sharp eyes over.

"Neville, is that the girl you and I mentioned?" Mrs. Longbottom narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Neville raised his head abruptly, and Renee saw a panicked expression. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he kept breathing heavily from his nostrils.

At this time, it was too late to pretend that they hadn't seen them, so Renee could only put on her polite and sweet smile towards the elders again, and hurried forward to greet them.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Longbottom, Neville."

"Good afternoon, Miss Hawke." Mrs. Longbottom shook hands with her cordially, holding Renee's skinny, silky little hand with her thin, withered hand like an eagle's claw. "Neville talks about you every day at home! You correspond almost every day, don't you?"

Renee blushed appropriately, and then retracted her hand and turned her gaze to Neville, who was silent with his head down: "We are very good friends..."

"Oh, don't fool me, good girl." Mrs. Longbottom treated her very gently, and put on her short green gloves again, "I knew you were a lovely couple, and Neville couldn't hide it from me. "

Renee's face was really red now, as was Neville who was standing opposite her.The faces of the two were red, and they quietly raised their eyes to look at each other at the same time, their eyes collided, and they fled away as if flying away.

"Thanks to you, Neville's subjects have improved a lot." Madam Longbottom said with satisfaction, "You are a smart and considerate little witch. I have already seen it from his letters!"

"Grandma!" Neville finally spoke. He tugged on Mrs. Longbottom's cuff anxiously and frantically, his exposed hands were also unbelievably rosy.

"Okay, Neville, my little boy." Mrs. Longbottom suddenly seemed to remember something, observing his expression suspiciously, "Tell me, you won't and haven't told Renee about your parents, have you?"

She changed her name to Renee and became more affectionate as if accepting her existence, which made Renee secretly relieved.

But Neville's face suddenly turned pale, and he mustered up the courage to look at Renee, and muttered, "Not yet..."

"Not in time? Hmph...you didn't tell your friends, and you didn't tell your girlfriend. What do you mean by that? Are your parents so brave just to shame their only son?!"

"No... I didn't..." Neville murmured with blank eyes.

"Then tell her about it!" Mrs. Longbottom snapped. "Since you feel nothing to be ashamed of, tell Renee who you are!"

Renee had a vague suspicion in her heart. Neville had accidentally revealed that his parents lived in St. Mungo's. Although she didn't know the reason, his unspeakable appearance still remained in her mind, which made her feel sympathetic. heart of.

"Mrs. Longbottom—"

"You can also call me grandma." Mrs. Longbottom looked at her hesitantly, with expectation in her eyes.

Such a request is actually quite rude, but her care and sincerity were conveyed to Renee, and in order to rescue Neville, she bit her lip and yelled with a flushed face, "...Grandma?... "

Mrs Longbottom smiled contentedly again, and when she turned to Neville, her face became annoyed again.

"What? Do you have to organize the language?"

"I—" Neville lifted his head weakly, his listless eyes met Renee's, his lips murmured for a moment, and finally he mustered up the courage to continue.

"My parents were Aurors who were - then were - tortured out of their minds by Death Eaters... the Cruciatus Curse... now living in a closed ward behind us."

Renee stared at Neville with calm eyes, she didn't dare to look away, and she didn't want to show any movement or expression that might be misunderstood by Neville.

Under the double scrutiny of Neville and Mrs. Longbottom, she chose to make the most appropriate performance: a moderate inhalation sound, two seconds later immediately replaced the furrowed eyebrows and sympathetic eyes. After softly saying: "Oh...Neville, I never knew...", Renee showed a trace of longing and determination, and then added.

"Your parents are really a pair of heroes, able to stand their ground under the hands of You-Know-Who - they are too powerful!"

A smile appeared on Mrs. Longbottom's face, she proudly patted her grandson on the shoulder, and said proudly: "You stay and have a few words with Renee - finish what you said in today's letter, and you don't have to let the soldiers Flying around, isn't it? I'll wait for you in the lobby."

After finishing speaking, she turned to Renee and said, "Nice to meet you, dear. I am very grateful that Neville has a good girlfriend like you at school. He is about to grow into an Auror like his father." ... If you have a chance, please come to our house for a cup of tea."

Seeing Renee nodding, Mrs. Longbottom left. She didn't choose to take the elevator, but walked down the stairs step by step.

"How are you, Neville?"

After watching Mrs. Longbottom leave, Renee quickly stepped forward to support Neville, who seemed to be crumbling, and comforted him softly.

"Are you a little hypoxic? I'll help you stand by the window for a while."

"What's missing?..." Neville was dragged by her to the window at the end in a daze, his eyes fixed on the dangling drop-shaped earrings on her earlobe.

"You have it on!—do you like it?" he asked pleasantly.

The light outside the window casts on Renee's face. The solemn dark green round hat, melancholy gray-green eyes and soft light green earrings paint the beauty of the Christmas winter afternoon, and Neville can't help but lose his mind for a moment.

"I really like it."

Renee stroked her earlobe, and suddenly touched Neville's hand again.It turned out that he was staring, and stretched out his index finger, covering her warm earlobe with his cold hand.

The hot eyes collided, and the boredom in her heart was temporarily suppressed in the deepest part.Neville always had this magical ability to make her forget all her troubles and worries, especially when they were together.

"Cough cough."

The bright red lips hadn't overlapped yet, but a dry cough came from not far away.

Renee thought it was a patient passing by the corridor, but Neville bounced away instantly like an electric shock, his back pressed against the wall, and he looked behind her in shame.

She also turned her head, and was surprised to find that Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were all standing outside the double ward doors, looking at them with strange eyes.

"Neville, you, you haven't left yet?" Hermione said with a dry laugh in a shrill voice. "Where's your grandma - oh, hello, Renee, who are you visiting?"

"My aunt, she has dragon pox," said Renee, holding Neville's hand firmly under their gazes. "What about you?"

"My dad, he's got a little injury too," said Ron vaguely, looking as if he wanted to leave.

"Well...Merry Christmas, I hope Mr. Weasley gets well soon."

"Well, you too, Merry Christmas...and your aunt, I hope she recovers soon too." Hermione said dryly.

Immediately afterwards, they scrambled to rush down from the landing, as if if they stayed, they would be infected with some kind of disease.

Neville blushed and turned to look at her, instead of trying to lean in to continue the interrupted kiss, he whispered to her.

"Then... I have to go to the lobby first. Grandma must be getting impatient. Goodbye, Renee."

"Goodbye, Neville, we'll see you after the holidays." Renee stepped forward, kissed him lightly on his flushed cheek, and watched him go down the landing with a smirk.

Afterwards, Renee came to the correct sixth floor again, and found Old Hawk in the tea room who had drunk a full stomach of free black tea. He followed Renee and asked in a joyful tone.

"How is it? Have you asked all the questions?"

"I'll talk to you when I get back." Renee said, the elevator stopped again to the third floor, and she pulled Old Hawk into it again.

Sitting behind the duty desk was the therapist they met for the first time. He spotted Renee and the two walking towards him, and said to them with a frown.

"I'm sorry, Abigail Shafik is very tired after two visits, you can't go in and see her."

"I know," Renee said nervously. "I just wanted to ask... is she okay? When I left, she looked very distressed."

"Oh, yes, she has recovered a little now." The therapist said, "The phenomenon was caused by the conflict of ingredients in the potion just now. She just drank the medicine we prescribed, and she didn't know whether she ate or drank something. , mixed with—”

He stopped suddenly and looked at Renee suspiciously: "I remember you sent a basket of gingerbread, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry! I will never drug her!" Renee said indignantly.

Old Hawk was also a little angry. He slapped the table and wanted to grab the therapist's collar, but Renee stopped him.

"Anyway, we are still investigating." The therapist said indifferently, "Now, please leave and don't disturb other patients' rest!"

The author has something to say:

Neville's secret was out, Renee's hadn't.