harry potter book of crimes

No one expected that the snowstorm that lasted all day stopped early the next morning. Today, the thick clouds in the sky miraculously moved away, and the sunshine that had not been seen for a long time shone on the earth again.

In the window of the hospital room.

The golden sunlight looks particularly beautiful indoors. In the beam of light coming from the window, tiny dust particles sparkle with brilliance, giving people an indescribable sense of sanctity.

This is the Charmed Injuries Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, located on the fifth floor of this building. The windows in the ward are bright and clean, and they are cleaned every day to maintain the most basic comfort and cleanliness.

However, in such a pleasant-looking ward, there is only one thing missing, and that is the patient.

"Miss Lovegood?" Tonks looked around, and then asked in surprise to the blond girl sitting by the window, "Where is McClane? Where did he go?"

Yes, right by the sunny window, Luna was holding a magic book and reading it with gusto. Her long pale golden hair was bathed in the sunlight, reflecting a soft luster.

Ever since Maka was sent to St. Mungo's yesterday, she has been here with her and has never left once. But now she is still here. Maka, who was supposed to be the protagonist today, has disappeared. Tonks'

His expression looked surprised.

"Maka?"

Luna heard the voice, raised her head and glanced at Tonks in a daze. But then, as if she had just understood what Tonks said, she tilted her head and looked blankly at the hospital bed.

"Oh...where did Maka go?"

"Hey, Miss Lovegood," Tonks said silently, "I'm asking you - haven't you been with him all the time? Why don't you know where he is?"

"Hmm..." Luna sat in the sunshine, squinting her eyes and thinking for a while, then shook her head and said, "It seems... um, it seems that Maka said she was going to the next door?"

As she spoke, she seemed to notice someone behind Tonks, and stretched her neck to take a curious look.

"Hermione?"

Hearing Luna call her name, Hermione was about to say hello, but before she could say anything, she heard Ron's call from the next door.

"Is Maka really over there?" Hermione glanced at Luna and seemed to hesitate, but finally ran to the next door first, "Maka? Ma——"

To be honest, Maka's condition doesn't look good, because his face is still pale and he coughs from time to time. But now he is still standing between two hospital beds, talking frequently with a witch in green robes

What are you wearing?

When Hermione saw this, she felt a burst of anger burst out of her heart for some unknown reason. She immediately withdrew her call and strode into the ward with a dissatisfied look on her face.

The other people who came with her were standing at the door of the ward, looking at each other, wondering whether they should follow or not.

"...Yes, this...ahem...this is no longer damage to the soul. The Cruciatus Curse lasted on them for too long, causing considerable damage to their brains..."

"Maka!"

Maka, who was communicating with the female therapist, was interrupted by Hermione's shout. He blinked, then turned around helplessly, and smiled at Hermione.

"What's wrong? Ahem...who made you angry?" Maka looked at her innocently and asked.

"Who else could it be?" Hermione frowned and said angrily, "Why don't you just lie down on the hospital bed? Instead, you came here to chat with others... Don't you remember how you were carried here?"

"Oh, my injury has nothing to do with standing or lying down..." Maka spread her hands and said, "Ahem...it's okay..."

"Look!" Hermione pointed at him angrily, "Does it look like everything is fine? Look outside the door again. Everyone is here to see you. How could they know that you are still running around when you are sick! Patient

You should just lie on the hospital bed!"

Hearing this, Maka couldn't help but turn her head and look towards the door, and found that a large group of people had come. He nodded apologetically over there, and then turned his attention back to Hermione.

"Okay, okay, I understand! Ahem..." He stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go! I'll go back..."

Seeing that Hermione was not moved at all, just staring at him with her lips pursed, he couldn't help but smile helplessly again.

"Ms. Straw, I have learned a lot from communicating with you. Thank you for chatting with me... Ahem... Then I will go back to the next door with them first..." Maka turned around and nodded politely towards the witch.

"No, I am... I didn't expect Mr. MacLean to have such in-depth research on soul damage. The views you just mentioned have inspired me a lot. I believe that even if the Longbottoms cannot recover from this,

It will definitely bring a lot of hope for recovery to other patients in the future!”

The female therapist looked quite gentle, with a special warmth in her conversation. She was a witch who made people feel as kind and trustworthy as a mother. In fact, even Maka felt that she was simply

A wizard born to be a healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Maka followed Hermione who looked unhappy and walked towards the door.

However, as soon as she walked to the door, Maka found Neville standing outside in a daze. It was obvious that his eyes were always on her.

"Neville?" Maka called him.

"ah!"

Neville seemed to be startled. He came to his senses and opened his mouth to Maka again, but nothing came out.

"Are you concerned about the conversation I had with Ms. Straw just now?" Maka turned back subconsciously, because he had already guessed some of Neville's thoughts.

Just now he was discussing the situation of Neville's parents with Meriam Straw.

In fact, many wizards in the wizarding world know about the Longbottoms. At first, Neville's parents were both quite famous Aurors in the British wizarding world. In terms of strength, they were not inferior to Kingsley and other elites, and even

He successfully escaped from Voldemort three times.

It's a pity that things are unpredictable. After Voldemort suddenly fell at that time, they were captured by those fanatical Death Eaters who were gradually going crazy in search of their master. Two Cruciatus Curses that exceeded the limit tortured them forever.

Sexual brain damage.

Since Maka was admitted to St. Mungo's this time and lived in the ward next door to them, she naturally wanted to stop by to see the specific extent of her injury.

Looking at Neville who was a little silent, Maka could only shake her head slightly.

He believed that his conversation with Ms. Straw just now must have created some expectations for Neville. Even if there was only a tiny bit of hope, he would definitely not want to miss it.

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do." Maka said frankly, "It's not just magic damage, but also... too much time has passed."

"Yeah." Neville lowered his head with a gloomy expression and responded softly.

His parents have always been like this since he was sensible. It is conceivable that although his two closest relatives are still alive, they never recognize him. This feeling is even worse than Harry losing his parents.

for the cruel reality.

But no matter how cruel the facts are, they will gradually become dull as time goes by. To be honest, he is actually used to it.

He was used to his father not paying any attention to him, and he was also used to his mother being in a daze all day long. This habit did not mean that he was indifferent to it, but an escape based on self-numbness.

However, when his father occasionally glanced at him, when his mother occasionally handed him a candy wrapper, the pain and grievance that made the tip of his nose sore made the sadness suppressed in his heart always burst out, leaving him covered in bruises.

Grandma always asked him to throw the candy wrappers handed to him by his mother into the trash can, but he never threw them away, but silently stuffed them into his pocket. Although he was not good at words and sometimes very stupid, he also

Knowing that grandma wanted him to do that was actually not wrong.

He had heard his grandma say before that both his parents were strong and brave Aurors. She was proud as a mother to sacrifice everything in order to fight against evil. As their child, he should also inherit their courage.

, instead of showing your weakness just for a piece of candy wrapper.

But Neville still put each candy wrapper into his pocket and kept it one by one. This was just because it was the only "gift" he had ever received from his parents since he was a child.

"Thank you, Maka..." Neville suddenly came back to his senses from the silence and nodded solemnly towards Maka, "But it's okay, it's been so long, and I know it's probably impossible to recover.

"

After that, he looked into the ward again, but there was no feeling of giving up in his expression.

"Maka! Neville! Come here!" Hermione seemed to notice that they were not following her, and suddenly turned around and shouted again.

"Ah! It's coming, it's coming!" Neville seemed to have come to his senses, and his expression returned to his usual clumsiness, and he hurriedly ran over there, "Maka, let's go! They are here

Call us!"

Seeing Neville running for two steps before thinking of him, he couldn't help but smile knowingly. Maka stopped thinking about it, responded, and then followed him towards the door next door.

Neville and Snape, these two people cannot be compared together, but just now Maka thought of Snape in Neville.

Also missing his loved ones, Snape could desperately try to find another opportunity to meet him, but Neville might not make the same choice as Snape.

This kind of similarities and differences between people is probably the direction that Dumbledore is exploring. But even if he abandons the path of magic, the subtle changes in it are still mysterious and worth pondering.

"Ahem...yo, so many people?"

As soon as Maka entered the door, she found that her ward was already filled with people, and the room that originally seemed quite large actually seemed a bit crowded.