On Christmas Eve, the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital is full of festive atmosphere.

The light source in the waiting room was replaced with golden and red crystal bubbles, which hung from the ceiling, like huge Christmas balls, flashing constantly.

Neville held grandmother's hand in one hand and held her schoolbag tightly with the other.

They went all the way to the fifth floor, and the doors of every ward they passed were decorated with holly trees, with colorful straps wrapped around them.

"Navi, hurry up--"

Mrs. Longbottom said to him that Neville quickly followed two steps, and they walked into the Jennasse Sic ward, and went to the innermost bed, lifted the flower curtain, and a pair of male and female witches were lying on the bed.

If they ignore their pale and sick faces and gray and dry hair, they look like young couples who are sleeping late, with a natural smile on their lips, but Neville just looks at them sadly, pulling out a bouquet of flowers from their schoolbag and putting them in a vase on the bedside table.

Neville was about to throw away the withered flowers, but her grandmother said with a stern face, "I'll do it." She snatched the flowers and glanced at him in a complicated way, "Neville--" but she left without saying anything.

Neville sat quietly for a while. He had already helped his mother clean her hair, tucked the corners of her father, and folded the towel, but after a long time, his grandmother still didn't come back.

He hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards the door. A woman with hair on her face suddenly barked at him, scaring him to the other side of the wall.

The shocked Neville opened the door and looked around. There was still no grandmother's figure. The golden stars on the top of the holly tree at the door were flashing, making him unable to see the corridor in the distance.

Navi hesitated, thinking about whether to retreat, but suddenly he heard a faint voice at the stairs. He remembered the gentle voice - it was his parents' therapist, the aunt named Mellim.

"Mr. Hepp-Longbatons-Two weeks-"

Hearing the familiar name, Neville's curiosity prevailed, and he tiptoed over, trying not to make any noise. At the corner of the stairs, he saw Aunt Mellim talking to a therapist in a green robe.

"No one can guarantee when they will wake up, Mr. Hepp is full of confidence, and Mrs. Longbottom believes in him..." said Mellim.

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

Mellim said hesitantly: "Ms. Boham believes in him, too."

The therapist retorted: "But as you said, since the last time Hepp came, it has not appeared for two weeks, and the Longbottoms have been in a coma for two weeks. Could it be that he has caused trouble and cannot end it?"

Melianm's expression was even more worried, but she was still looking for reasons, "The patient's condition is stable..."

"Who can tell the things in memory clearly? Maybe he can't get up! Hepp was at most a professor at Hogwarts, and he was not a therapist after all."

Mellim seemed to be convinced, "You make sense. When Mrs. Longbaton comes, I will persuade her." The two left together.

Neville leaned against the corner of the wall, and the smile on his face disappeared. He thought hard about the news he heard. There was only one Professor Hepp in Hogwarts, so the professor was treating his parents? But why did he never mention it to himself?

Neville thought, maybe he was afraid that he would worry? But he thought of the conversation between the two therapists just now and was in a coma for two weeks... His heart suddenly tugged.

He hurried back to the ward, opened the door, and rushed back to his parents' bed - they were still asleep quietly.

‘Two weeks in a coma…’

Neville tentatively pushed his mother's arm, but there was no response. He used some strength, but his mother still did not move, and even the smile at the corner of her mouth did not change.

He suddenly felt panic, and the words of the strange therapist were repeated in his heart like some kind of poison that corrodes people's hearts-

"Who can tell the things in memory clearly? Maybe he can't get up after a while!"

Neville murmured: "I can't get up after a while - it's impossible! The professor never does things that he is unsure. He is so powerful and calm..." But he couldn't help but think: The therapist's words also make sense, and Professor Hayp never showed the ability of a therapist.

Like Harry, he performed outstandingly in the Dark Magic Defense class, but his herbal lessons were not as good as himself.

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

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

Neville lay on the schoolbag at the end of the bed, pretending to have noticed nothing, and his ears quietly stood up.

"Professor Hayp, we need to talk."

This is the voice of grandmother, she sounded a little anxious. What exactly happened?

"There's nothing to talk about! I should have quit long ago. If you hadn't found Dumbledore, I wouldn't have come tonight." A man said in a voice.

It was Professor Hepp...Nevil thought to himself, why did the professor feel a little strange, a little...indifferent?

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

Neville heard his grandmother's sob and his heart rose, and the words of the therapist in the green robe were penetrated into his ears again, making him unable to ignore it.

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

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

"Stop crying! People will see it. Let's find a hidden place and talk to it at once." The man said impatiently.

A shadow flew across the window, and the sound of footsteps was far away.

Neville's heart thumped, he didn't really believe in the conversation just now, the man's voice sounded like a villain.

He jumped up suddenly, and even grabbed his schoolbag in his hand without notice. He tiptoed to the door and poked his head out through the crack of the door. He happened to see the backs of the two of them turning around the end of the corridor.

Navi took a deep breath, ran out quickly, locking the barking of the long-haired witch in the ward. An abnormal flush suddenly appeared on his face. It was not until he chased to the end of the corridor that he realized that his footsteps were too loud, and maybe the two of them heard it.

He leaned against the wall and waited quietly for a few seconds, without the sound of footsteps turning. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it like a thief. It was a row of empty wards, and the light in the corridor was very faint.

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

He leaned his head to the first door, his ears hurt, but there was no sound inside.
Chapter completed!