A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

On Christmas Eve, the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries was filled with a festive atmosphere.

The light source in the waiting room was replaced with golden and red crystal bubbles, which hung from the ceiling like giant Christmas balls, shining non-stop.

Neville held his grandmother's hand in one hand, and tightly held the schoolbag in the other.

They went up to the fifth floor. Holly trees were decorated at the door of every ward that they passed by, and colored tapes were wrapped around the trees.

"Neville, hurry up—"

The old lady Longbottom told him that Neville hurriedly followed two steps. They walked into the Janus Sitch ward and went to the innermost bed. They opened the curtains, and a pair of wizards and wizards were lying on the bed.

If you ignore their pale sickness and gray and dry hair, they look like young couples who are sleeping late, with a natural smile on the corners of their mouths, but Neville just looks at them sadly and pulls them out of the bag. A bunch of flowers were placed in a vase on the bedside table.

Just as Neville was about to throw away the withered flowers, her grandmother said with a straight face, "I'll do it." She chopped off the flowers and gave him a complicated look. "Neville--" But she left without saying anything. .

Neville sat quietly for a while. He had already helped his mother cut his hair, helped his father tuck the quilt, and folded the towel, but his grandmother did not come back after a long time.

He hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards the door. A woman with a hairy face suddenly barked at him on two beds, and he almost hit the wall on the other side in fright.

Neville opened the door in a panic and glanced left and right. There was still no grandmother. The golden stars on the holly tree at the door flashed and dangled so that he couldn't see the corridor in the distance.

Neville looked hesitant, thinking about whether to retreat, but he suddenly heard a faint voice at the top of the stairs. He remembered this gentle voice-his father and mother's therapist, the aunt named Mei Limu.

"Mr. Haipu—the Longbottoms—two weeks—"

Hearing the familiar name, Neville's curiosity prevailed, and he tiptoed over, trying not to make a sound. At the corner of the stairs, he saw Aunt Melim with her back to him, chatting with a therapist in a green robe.

"No one can pack a ticket when they will wake up, Mr. Haipu is full of confidence, and the old lady Longbottom believes him..." Melim said.

Another young therapist couldn't help asking: "But it is said that Haipu only posted some articles in the newspaper. Who knows how his true level is?"

Melim said hesitantly: "Ms. Boham also believes him."

The therapist retorted: "But as you said, since the last time Haipu came over, he hasn't shown up for two weeks, and the Longbottoms have also been in a coma for two weeks. He shouldn't have caused trouble. There is no way to end it, right?"

Mei Limu's expression is even more worried, but she is still looking for a reason, "The patient's state is all stable..."

"Who can tell me about the memory, maybe I can't sleep! That Haipu is at best a Hogwarts professor, after all, he is not a therapist."

Melim seemed to be persuaded, "You make sense, when Mrs. Longbottom comes over, let me persuade her." The two left together.

Neville leaned against the corner, the smile on his face disappeared. He thought hard about what he had heard. There is only one Professor Haipu at Hogwarts, so the professor is treating his parents? But why has he never mentioned it to himself?

Neville thought, maybe he was afraid of worrying? But he thought of the conversation between the two therapists just now, and he was in a coma for two weeks... His heart was jerked.

He hurried back to the ward, opened the door, and rushed back to his parents' beds-they were still sleeping peacefully.

"Two weeks in a coma..."

Neville tentatively pushed his mother's arm, but there was no response. He tried a little bit of strength, and his mother remained motionless, even the smile on the corner of his mouth did not change.

He suddenly became flustered, and the words of the strange healer kept repeating in his heart like some kind of poisonous poison--

"Who can tell the memory thing clearly, maybe you can't sleep!"

Neville murmured: "I can't sleep--impossible! The professor never does anything uncertain, he is so strong and calm..." But he couldn't help thinking: The therapist's words also make sense. Ah, Professor Haipu has never shown what a therapist can do.

Just like Harry, he was outstanding in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but his herbal medicine class was not as good as his own.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, one was his grandmother, who was the other? It seems familiar... Nawei glanced at the gap in the door and saw a pair of exquisite black and brown shoes. It was Professor Haipu!

He later realized that he had come in in a hurry and forgot to close the door.

Neville lay on the bag at the end of the bed, pretending to find nothing, his ears quietly pricked up.

"Professor Haipu, we need to talk."

This is my grandmother's voice. She sounds a little anxious. What happened?

"Nothing to talk about! I should have quit long ago, and if you hadn't found Dumbledore, I wouldn't have come tonight." said a man's voice.

It was Professor Haipu...Neville thought, how did the professor feel a little strange to him, a little...indifferent?

"Oh, Frank and Alice haven't woken up yet, they, they—"

Neville heard the sobbing of his grandmother, his heart lifted, and the words of the therapist in the green robe slid into his ears again, making him unable to ignore it.

The conversation outside the door became even lower, and Neville couldn't help but raise his head. The window on the door only saw the silhouette of her grandmother. She looked sad, an expression he had never seen before.

In his heart, his grandmother has always been stern and arrogant.

"Don't cry! You will be seen. Let's find a hidden place and talk about it all at once." The man said impatiently.

A shadow passed across the window, and the sound of footsteps moved away from ~www.novelmt.com~ Neville's heart pounded. He didn't quite believe the conversation just now. The man's voice sounded like a villain.

He jumped up suddenly, and didn't even notice the schoolbag in his hand. He tiptoed to the door, poked his head along the crack of the door, and just saw the two people turning their backs at the end of the corridor.

Neville took a deep breath and ran out quickly, shutting in the barking of the long-haired witch in the ward. Abnormal flushes suddenly appeared on his face, and he didn't realize that his footsteps were too loud until he chased the end of the corridor. Maybe the two heard them.

He leaned against the wall and waited quietly for a few seconds. There was no sound of footsteps. He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at it like a thief. It was a row of vacant wards, and the light in the corridor was very faint.

Neville walked over with the courage. He didn't know which room his grandmother and professor were in, so he could only look for them one by one.

He tilted his head against the first door, his ears were sore, but there was no sound inside.

He tiptoed to the second door again, and before he could approach, a clear voice came from inside——