Harry Potter Reborn

Harry passed through many double doors and came across a rickety staircase.

On the wall of the stairs leading up, there is a portrait of what can be described as a ferocious-looking therapist.

The therapists debated non-stop, shouted loudly, talked about weird illnesses, and came up with all kinds of terrible treatments.

A strange wizard wrapped in bandages laughed and said: "Muggles are so stupid. The immune disease they discovered decades ago called 'AIDS' still has no treatment, and countless people die from it every year."

people."

"Hoho, if you let me cure them, I can easily cure them with only the blood of Illustrations." A witch said in the portrait.

"I just need to see the Rilla Magic Flower." A wizard said unwilling to admit defeat.

"You are all too complicated, I..."

Harry broke away from the group of nervous therapists and came to the fifth floor.

There is a double door marked "Charmed Injury Department". Through the glass, you can see several beds inside, but there are only two patients.

"Child, are you here to visit someone?"

A motherly therapist with a gold and silver garland on her head came out of the door at the end of the corridor. She saw Harry looking at the ward and smiled warmly at Harry.

"No." Harry shook his head.

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The therapist pointed at the door of the ward with her wand and said "Open the Alajo". The door opened in response, and she walked in, her enthusiastic voice heard in the room.

This ward is the long-stay ward on this floor, which means that the patient has been permanently cursed.

Of course, relying on accumulated magical treatments and good luck, there is still a slight possibility that the condition can be improved...

In the ward, because it is the long-term home of patients, the rooms around the bed and even the empty beds next to it are filled with personal items for daily use. There are much more things than in other wards that Harry just passed by.

Two patients can be seen in the room, a man and a woman.

The wizard looked sallow, lying on the bed with a sad face, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, as if he was unaware of the things around him.

Two beds away is a witch with a hairy face. This is probably an unacceptable disease for any witch.

There are actually two beds at the other end of the ward, but they are surrounded by flower curtains to give patients and visitors some privacy.

After the therapist came in, he greeted the hairy woman happily: "Agnes, how are you feeling today?"

She handed her a letter and said, "Look, it's nice that your son sent an owl to say he's coming to see you tonight, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly several times, and it seemed that she was not just growing animal hair on her body.

The therapist walked to the window and opened the curtain completely.

The warm sunshine filled the whole room at once.

The therapist walked up to the man who was talking to himself again and placed a strange and ugly plant on his bedside table. The long tentacles on the plant were swinging back and forth. There was also a beautiful calendar on the bedside with the month of August on it.

Each day that has passed on the calendar is circled in red pen: "Broderick, it's the end of the month. When September comes, remember to flip the calendar to the next month."

The therapist couldn't help but cast his eyes on the two beds surrounded by curtains. There was only the voice of a witch with an old but strong voice inside.

There lived a mentally disturbed couple, whom she respected even though they were several years younger than she was.

She admired the witch inside who kept talking from the bottom of her heart.

Her husband passed away, and her son and daughter-in-law were captured by a mysterious man, who tortured her to madness. Even her family members did not remember her. However, the old man did not give up, but worked hard to raise his infant grandson.

"...Alice, Neville will be entering fifth grade this year, and school will start tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"He has always been in good health, you don't have to worry about him."

"Minerva said that Neville's grades are very good, especially his talent in potions. Neville should have good grades in this year's Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination."

"Frank, I was worried that Neville was too timid and cowardly. He was nothing like you when he was a child, but he has gradually changed a lot since the second grade. I hope he can be like you when he graduates."

"And Bellatrix Lestrange and the other Death Eaters who caused you such harm, because Dumbledore destroyed Azkaban, they were all sentenced to death. During the execution

I went to see them, and I looked very carefully. Their blood and bones were all ground to powder. Your revenge has been avenged."

"Hey, what am I telling you? It's obvious that you don't know who Neville and I are..." The old man sighed.

The curtain at the head of the bed opened, and two people walked out from the bed.

One was a silver-haired old witch. She wore a green robe and moth-eaten fox fur. Her pointed hat was obviously decorated with a stuffed vulture. Behind her was Neville, who looked depressed.

"Mrs. Longbottom, are you leaving now?" the therapist asked carefully.

"Hmm." Mrs. Longbottom said casually.

"Then I'll see you off," the therapist said.

At some point, a boy stood at the door of the room.

When Neville saw the person coming, he was shocked and flinched, as if a bullet had just passed by him.

"Hello, Neville." Harry said softly.

"Is he your friend, Neville, little dear?" Neville's grandmother said kindly, walking towards Harry.

Neville's expression seemed to be that he would rather be anywhere in the world than here. His round face turned purple, and he did not dare to touch Harry's calm gaze.

"Ah, yes." His grandmother looked at Harry carefully and stretched out a dry, eagle-claw-like hand for Harry to shake: "Yes, yes, of course I know who you are, Harry Potter.

Neville speaks very highly of you. He said you took good care of him at school. I thank you on behalf of his parents."

Harry shook hands with her. From this old witch with a serious face and a straight spine when she spoke, Harry felt something that young people rarely have, backbone.

Neville didn't look at Harry, only stared at his feet, his face getting more and more purple.

Neville's grandmother looked down at Neville from her pointed nose with stern eyes, a little disappointed. Compared with Harry, Neville's behavior was completely different.

You must know that Harry Potter is an orphan, and his upbringing environment is worse than that of Neville, but he is so much better than her.

She said regretfully: "It's a pity that he doesn't have the talent of his father. In this regard, he is better than Frank..."

"I don't think so, madam." Harry interrupted Neville's grandmother with a smile: "At least I know that Neville is very kind, and this quality is more precious than gold."

"What..." Grandma Neville looked at Harry in surprise, then smiled.

Neville glanced at Harry gratefully. He had never dared to contradict his grandmother, but Harry praised him in front of his grandmother.

"Neville, go say goodbye to your parents, we are leaving." Grandma Neville said.

Neville lowered his head in inferiority, his face was burning, and he did not dare to walk over, for fear that Harry would know the biggest scar in his heart.

Neville's actions angered his grandmother, and Mrs. Longbottom asked sternly: "Why don't you dare to go over? Haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville?"

Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head.

Harry knew how ashamed Neville felt, but he did not help Neville.

"This is nothing to be ashamed of!" said Mrs. Longbottom angrily.

"You should be proud, Neville, proud! They didn't sacrifice their health and sanity just to make their only son ashamed of them!"

"I'm not ashamed," Neville said weakly, still not looking at Harry.

"But your performance is disappointing!" said Mrs. Longbottom.

Mrs. Longbottom forced Neville with a stern look, and Neville gritted his teeth and finally said: "My father and my mother were tortured crazy by You-Know-Who's Death Eaters..."

After confessing, Neville suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if the world had become lighter.

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Harry somewhat haughtily.

"I've heard it before," Harry said.

Mrs. Longbottom was about to say something when she suddenly saw a woman walking out. She said, "Alice, what's the matter?"

I saw Neville's mother walking slowly in her pajamas. She no longer had the round and happy face like the photo with his parents in Harry's hand.

Her face is now thin and haggard, her eyes are extremely big, and her hair is white, messy and dry.

She didn't seem to want to speak, or she couldn't speak, couldn't speak, and didn't know who to talk to, but she timidly gestured towards Neville, holding something in her hand.

"Another one?" Mrs. Longbottom said a little tiredly: "Very well, Alice, very well, Neville, take it, whatever it is..."

Neville had already stretched out his hand, and what his mother gave him was a wrapper of Bubble Super Bubble Gum.

"Very good, kid." Neville's grandma patted her on the shoulder, pretending to be happy.

Neville said softly: "Thank you, Mum."

His mother staggered back, humming a song.

She actually didn't know that this was her son, but she instinctively felt that she liked him, so she gave him Chuibao Super Bubble Gum paper as a gift. Children should like to collect these.

"Okay, we should go back." Mrs. Longbottom sighed, putting on her long green gloves.

"Neville, throw that candy wrapper into the trash can. The ones she gave you are enough to cover your bedroom..."

But when the two of them left, Harry believed he saw Neville stuffing the tightly held candy wrapper into his pocket.

Neville actually wanted to ask Harry what he came to the hospital for, but thinking that maybe Harry didn't want others to ask, just like his own experience, he didn't say anything and left with his grandmother.

After there were only four patients left in the room, Harry walked into the two innermost beds.

Neville's father Frank is even more serious than Alice.

Their problem is not only severe mental damage leading to mental disorder, but also a lack of vitality.

I am afraid that even if a therapist can cure their mental illness, their bodies will not be able to survive ten years.

Harry stood between the two beds, Frank and Alice looked at Harry stupidly.

Harry first used the sleeping curse and asked them to close their eyes and lie quietly on the bed.

Then he took out the Elder Wand.

I don't know what kind of magic was used, but a light green light shot out from the top of the wand. The light became thicker, split into two strands, spun around in the air, and pierced into the foreheads of Frank and Alice.

The light seemed to have a see-through function, and their frontal bones became clearly visible.

Supported by Harry's huge magic power, the green magic belt became brighter and brighter, even covering the dazzling sunlight outside, and the room was filled with green light.

The two patients on the bed outside, a man talking to himself and a woman with hair all over her body, looked at Harry standing in the green magic vortex with wide eyes, shivering.

They didn't realize that they were bathed in this magic power, and their spirits became more and more normal. The hair on their bodies gradually faded away, revealing the human skin underneath.

The bedside plant of the man who was talking to himself suddenly grew wildly, occupying half of the ward in an instant.

The beam of light rooted in Frank and Alice's foreheads almost turned into substance, and finally condensed into a green and vibrant sapling the size of a finger.

The saplings emitted light, and as the two breathed, the green light flickered on and off.

Slowly, their bodies changed. Their dry white hair turned black again, their old faces and skinny palms became full and energetic.

In the end, they seemed to be twenty years younger and returned to their normal appearance of people in their thirties.

The small saplings on their foreheads also became dim, turning into little green starlight and dissipating.

The so-called rejuvenation is just that.

Magic, isn't it so magical?

Then Harry disappeared.

Until night falls.

Two pairs of clear eyes opened together, and then there was the therapist's shocked scream and St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic became brightly lit again.

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