Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 507 The Notorious Smith Family

Kate is going crazy when a medieval wizard screams that she apparently has severe dwarfism.

To this end he chased Kate six frames, pushing the subject aside.

"What did you say I got?" Kate stamped her foot angrily, making the already shaky stairs even more shaky.

"This is a hormonal imbalance, miss. It will cause you to have short arms and legs, making you even shorter than you are now——"

"Who are you calling short?" Kate's eyes turned red with anger. She suddenly stopped where she was and looked at the medieval wizard.

"The only way is to take the liver of a toad and put it on the chest, and stand naked in the eyes of a bucket of eels while looking at the sun and moonlight——"

"I don't have dwarfism!"

"But you are obviously very short. Judging from your bones, you are over seventeen or eighty-nine years old. Miss——"

"I was born, and my father is also short!" Kate was furious, "Go back to your own frame and don't pester me!"

She turned to Ryan, who was trying to keep a straight face.

Ryan could only rub his head comfortingly to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

"Which floor are you already on?" Kate said in a muffled voice.

"It's already on the fifth floor." Ryan walked to the platform and pointed to the double doors marked with the words Curse Damage Department.

"Is this right here?"

"Of course not, Kate.

Do you remember what the lady said?

The Longbottoms lived in a closed ward that was usually locked. "Facing Kate's question, Ryan took her little hand and came to a room at the end of the corridor.

Ryan was about to open the door when a therapist with a filigreed wreath on his head hurried over. "Hello, are you two here to visit Frank and Alice?"

The therapist seemed very kind at first glance, with a maternal quality that made people feel happy.

But she looked very nervous at the moment, and her holy face was filled with mundane emotions.

"You know me?" Ryan just noticed that the therapist's attention had been on him.

And this kind of attention is definitely not what a normal woman would get when she sees his handsome face.

On the contrary, it is a kind of vigilance that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"If you want to hurt Frank and the others, you must step over my body first!" The therapist's face was tense as he blocked the closed door.

"Ryan, is your family's reputation not good enough?" Kate jumped up and down happily.

O(∩_∩)O Haha!

Ryan is also unlucky today!

"Madam, look into my eyes." Ryan's words seemed to have magic power.

The therapist, who was very resistant just now, seemed to have lost his soul in the next second, and looked submissively into Ryan's silver eyes.

Then the healer stood frozen.

"What's going on?" Kate asked.

"rumor."

"Rumors about the Smith family, which has always kept its existence secret."

"The Smith family hides itself, continuously accumulates wealth, and uses sophisticated magic contracts to force shares and dividends in various magic industries such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation in the British magic world. It has obviously made some wizards who learned of its existence think the worst." Ryan frowned. Sichuan character.

"Is it wrong for our family to have money?" Ryan exclaimed in his heart.

He never imagined that their Smith's reputation would fall to the level where they were mistaken for Harry, the heir of Slytherin in the original world line.

The fact that the Smith family is actually the controller of St. Mungo's is known to every therapist after joining the company.

But due to the contract, they cannot spread it to the outside world.

Although this contract has no other effect except not spreading news about Smith.

But there are always people who feel it impedes on their freedom.

This negativity is passed down from generation to generation among therapists.

It can be said that Smith's reputation is already worse than Voldemort.

Even the room where Smith stayed on the sixth floor was used as a laboratory for these evil people.

And the reason why St. Mungo's is almost free is because they are collecting information.

The wizards locked in a closed ward are long-term experimental subjects of the Smith family.

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If you were a time traveler without plug-ins, you would be hard-pressed to defend yourself at this time.

Because these rumors focused on the contract in the first place.

No matter how much evidence you present, as long as the contract is not released, these weak-minded therapists will not believe it.

But Ryan is different, if there is any problem that words can't solve.

It was his turn to use his almighty magic.

You don't believe it, "But I can make you believe it." The golden magic light flashed in Ryan's eyes.

The therapist who stood stunned immediately came to his senses.

"I'm so confused that I would believe any rumors." The therapist concluded after a series of 365-degree apologies.

"It's okay, you just have to do what you have to do."

"You are undoubtedly a great therapist who dares to stand up and protect patients in the face of danger."

"Then now -" Ryan indicated with his eyes.

The therapist quickly opened the door.

After entering the door, the healer who came to his home court returned to his original state.

He is no longer the shaky apology machine that always says sorry.

She greeted long-term patients in the ward with an infectious smile.

It's like her family.

From that habitual, almost muscle-memory action, it can be seen that this therapist is not just pretending because Ryan and the others are here.

There were two people in the ward and two beds surrounded by flower curtains at the other end.

The Longbottoms must be behind the flower curtain.

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Because the two wizards outside are obviously not them.

Even if Ryan had not seen the photos of the Longbottoms, he knew that the wizard with a sallow face, a sad face, talking to himself, and indifferent to the therapist's words was not Frank Longbottom.

The woman with a long hairy face and who could only bark two beds away from the wizard was not Alice Longbottom.

There was nothing about them that resembled Neville.

"Agnes," the therapist greeted the woman with a long hairy face gently, "I said you would not be forgotten, right?

Your son just sent an owl to say that he would come to see you tonight. That's great, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly a few times.

"There are fewer and fewer patients here.

Most patients will choose to stay with their families if their illnesses are not cured.

There are very few who do not give up like Agnes's family.

Others are abandoned by their families." The therapist pointed to the wizard who was talking to himself and sighed in a low voice, "His family hasn't visited him for several years."

Ryan nodded on the side.

In the original world line, Harry Potter was in the fifth grade, which was two years later, the long-haired witch and the bitter-faced wizard were still here.

"And Frank and the others, Ms. Augusta has always insisted on keeping her son and son-in-law in St. Mungo's.

She has always believed that one day, her son and son-in-law will recover.

You are telling the truth," the therapist turned his head suddenly, "Frank and Alice will be back to normal today, right?"

"Smith never lies." Ryan smiled slightly and walked to the bed surrounded by flower curtains.