a certain scientific harry potter

If you can move the time forward by an hour now, you must be careful, careful and careful when you start over again...

"Okay, hurry up and knock on the door!" Just as Harry was thinking wildly, Hermione nudged him from behind.

Judging by her expression, it seems that she has chosen to calm down.

However, how much Hermione rolled her eyes in her heart was something only the girl knew.

Although it is indeed an unintentional statement, it may also indicate some kind of expectation from him...

Hehe, man~

"I heard that this ward is usually locked, and the only way to wait for the therapist in charge is to come... Hey, why is the door open?"

Harry reached out to knock on the door, but after touching it, the door opened by itself.

"Maybe the therapist forgot to close it when he left." Luna guessed.

"In short, let's go in and take a look."

Scanning around the corridor and finding no sign of the therapist, Harry thought it would be better to advance to the ward.

In case the therapist was really out, he might have a chance to check on Bertha Jorkins.

He pushed the door in with the two women, and found that the ward was just like the patient's home for a long time. The patients' personal belongings were piled up around the beds, which were even bigger than what Filch had put in the caretaker's cabin. need more.

On a nearby bed lay a sallow-faced, sad-faced wizard. He was staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself, as if he hadn't noticed the arrival of Harry and the others.

Two beds away from him lived a long-haired witch. When she met Harry's eyes, she suddenly barked a few times loudly, which also aroused Harry's agitation. interest.

Looking at her condition, it is very likely that casting an Animagus or similar spell went wrong, so that the body and voice become animalized, and it is difficult to recover.

Harry is now very concerned about the process of transforming from a beast back into a human, so he is also more curious about this case.

"Harry, look over there." At this moment, Hermione pointed to the front.

Following the direction of her finger, Harry saw an acquaintance.

He has blond curly hair, bright blue eyes, and dazzlingly white teeth, but the smile on his face is very blank.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

He was dressed in a lavender robe, and he looked the same as before... if he wasn't grinning silly.

"Haha, do you need my signature?" He asked enthusiastically, and pulled out a broken quill from his pocket. "You don't have a problem with as much as you want! I can write cursive characters now!"

"Forget it, we don't need it at all." Seeing this, Hermione hurriedly shook her head in embarrassment.

A series of elements such as Lockhart's person and signature will remind Hermione of her unreasonable star chasing behavior in minutes.

But it turns out that this guy who seems to be nice to female fans is not a good guy at all... Did you see him end up in jail?

But, Hermione is actually not the most exaggerated star chaser.

Harry later heard that some fans of Lockhart's books wanted to form a group to rob the prison, but unfortunately they couldn't find where Azkaban was, so they had to give up that stupid idea in the end. ~

Of course, the reason why Harry cared about Lockhart was not because he had any interest in this person, but because he found that the other person seemed to be recovering well.

He can at least read, and he can accurately call a fan named 'Gladys Gurgion'.

From this point of view, memory damage is not completely impossible to heal...

Thinking of this, Harry turned his gaze to the bed next to Lockhart, where lay a witch in her thirties, her expression was extremely dull, her eyes were very dull, and she didn't respond to everything around her.

Bertha Jorkins, when Harry saw her last time, she was still a walking dead under the control of the Imperius Curse... But now that the Imperius Curse has been lifted, she has been completely reduced to the point where she is even worse than a walking dead.

As for the corner of the room, there are also two beds, but they are tightly covered by curtains, as if to protect the patient's privacy.

Harry sensed that there were other people there, and one of them was someone he knew, and he immediately remembered whose bed it was.

But just as he was struggling to say hello, the curtains were pulled open all of a sudden.

So suddenly, the three of them saw a scary-looking old witch. She was wearing a green robe, and her hat was also decorated with a stuffed vulture.

And behind him, followed by a sullen boy with a slightly round face.

"Neville?!"

Hermione called out the other person's name in surprise, and the latter's body shrank suddenly, as if a bullet had just passed by.

The people on both sides just looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became extremely awkward...

Chapter 670 Neville's Mother...and the Candy Paper

It was definitely a surprise to visit St. Mungo's by chance at the end of Christmas, only to run into Neville in the ward.

Neville on the opposite side was also unexpected, and he obviously didn't want to see his classmates here, his chubby face had already turned purple, and he didn't even dare to meet the eyes of Harry and the three of them.

However, the old witch beside him didn't think so.

"Is it your friend, Neville, my dear?" The old witch—it should be Neville's grandmother, approached the three of them kindly.

"Ah, by the way..." The other party looked at Harry carefully, and stretched out a hand like an eagle's claw to him, "Of course I know who you are, Harry Granger, Neville has a very good opinion of you. Tall. I'm his grandma, Augusta Longbottom."

"Nice to meet you." Harry hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands with the other party politely.

"As for you... you are Hermione Granger, right?" Madam Longbottom maintained her noble posture and shook hands with Hermione, "It is said that you are also a famous figure in Hogwarts. The last... you are Lovecourt From the De family? Your father’s magazine has gotten much better recently, but it was really a mess before.”

"After someone intervened, it is indeed much more tacky than before." Luna reluctantly shook hands with the other party.

Oops...Harry couldn't help but shrugged slightly when he heard the words.

This girl, she and Mrs. Longbottom got angry with each other with one sentence, but the old lady didn't seem to care.

"I heard from Neville that you have helped him a lot, and you even saved him once not long ago." Mrs. Longbottom looked back at Neville, examining her grandson with stern eyes, "Neville is a good boy , but not as talented as his father, I have to say, his parents..."

She turned her head towards the two beds inside, and the vulture on the hat trembled frighteningly.

"Neville's...parents?" Hermione turned her head to look in astonishment, and only then did she realize that those lying there were Neville's parents.

"Neville, haven't you told your friends about your parents before?" Seeing Hermione's expression, Mrs. Longbottom asked sharply.

And Neville just took a deep breath and shook his head at the ceiling.

He didn't make a sound, but there was a sad breath in the air.

"Hmph, this is nothing to be ashamed of!" Mrs. Longbottom accused angrily, "You should be proud, Neville! They sacrificed their health and sanity, not to make their only son ashamed of them!"

"I'm not ashamed..." Neville lowered his head, defending weakly.

"You act very strange." Madam Longbottom turned her head and looked at the three of Harry proudly, "My son and daughter-in-law were tortured mad by the mysterious man. They used to be Aurors and were very popular in the wizarding world. Respect."

"I know." Harry nodded heavily, "Frank and Alice Longbottom have defeated Voldemort three times. They are undoubted heroes!"

"That's right! That's it...Alice, what's the matter?"

Perhaps hearing the noise from here, Neville's mother came out slowly in her pajamas.

She was a very frail woman, her eyes were very large due to her thin cheeks, and her white hair was messy and dry.

She didn't seem to want to speak, or she couldn't speak, but timidly gestured towards Neville with her hands, as if she was holding something in her hands.

"Another..." Mrs. Longbottom sighed wearily, "Very well, Alice...take it, Neville, whatever it is..."

Neville held out his hand, and his mother gave him a wrapper from Blowbubble's Super Bubblegum, light blue and still smelling of candy.

"Very good, dear." Mrs. Longbottom patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder, pretending to be happy.

"Thank you, mother."

Neville responded softly, carefully clutching the candy wrapper in his hand, and seeing this, his mother staggered back to the bed.

"Neville, throw the candy wrappers in the trash later, she gave you enough to plaster your bedroom..."

Mrs. Longbottom sighed, but her eyes kept looking at Harry. She felt that Harry seemed to be performing some kind of magic, but she was still not sure.

At the same time, Hermione did hear a voice that only she could hear.

"Hermione, go to the sixth floor with Luna to see if there are any suitable gifts, preferably a pot of flowers..."

The latter was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then apologized to Longbottom's grandparents, and hurried out of the ward with Luna.

Neville seemed unaware of the actions of the two women, he just stood there dumbly, as if waiting for Harry to mock him.

But after that, he felt Harry's hand lightly resting on his shoulder.

"Neville, take it easy, at least they're still there, aren't they?"

"Harry..." It was just a short sentence, but Neville broke his guard in an instant, and the circles of his eyes turned red all of a sudden.

And Mrs. Longbottom behind him also remembered at this moment, the young man in front of him who was comforting his grandson, he really lost his parents 13 years ago!

But now, he has achieved far more achievements than his parents, and many people even compare him directly with Dumbledore!

"Well, if my Neville had half your strength and talent..."

"You're wrong, Mrs. Longbottom." Harry shook his head when he heard this, and turned to look at Neville's grandmother seriously, "Neville has always been strong and brave, and at the same time he is even more talented. He is just relatively simple. , Sometimes he accidentally hides the shining points of his body, but his excellence is beyond doubt. And...didn't he tell you that in the second grade, we worked together to solve the school's crisis and won a special Contribution Award?"

"You mean the trophy with many names engraved on it? I thought it was just incidental to you..." Mrs. Longbottom said uncertainly.

"Of course not!" Harry shook his head in denial, "Neville has always been good at herbalism. If it wasn't for his careful cultivation, those life-saving mandrakes would not have matured so quickly. After all, In fact, everyone has their own good and bad things, even Dumbledore can't be completely without flaws...so you don't need to be so strict with him, and you can't always stare at his flaws."

"This..." Mrs. Longbottom's lips moved, but she didn't say anything. After all, she was not like Harry, who could blatantly comment on Dumbledore.

And... she now felt that what Harry said had some truth.

At least this kid has been acknowledging the excellence of his grandson, even if it's just a compliment, it sounds equally comfortable.

Neville, for example, was in complete agitation right now.

"Harry...my mind is messed up today...no, it should be said, my brain has always been poor..." Neville narrated to Harry incoherently, with a trace of sobs in his voice, "I...don't know what to say What would be nice, but... thank you! Thank you for saying these things for me..."

"Isn't everything I said the truth~" Harry smiled and patted Neville on the shoulder, "So you must believe in yourself, and you must also believe in your parents. Everything will be fine, your mother...she Didn't you just express your gratitude in your own way?"

"Mother's… thanks?"

At this moment, Neville looked at the crumpled candy wrapper in his hand, completely dumbfounded...

Chapter 670 Three Potted Plants and The Trick That Was Seen Through

Neville's mother had given him a lot of candy wrappers, enough to cover his bedroom... This should have been a very important point, but Longbottom's grandparents seemed to have ignored them all.

They took it as a matter of course for Alice Longbottom's subconscious behavior, and felt that although she no longer knew Neville, she still vaguely knew that she liked him very much, so they repeatedly gave out candy wrappers as gifts.

There is nothing wrong with attributing this behavior to maternal love, and indeed it is admirable.

However, Harry is more used to thinking about problems in a scientific way.

Alice Longbottom's behavior of repeatedly sending out candy wrappers is the same as Lockhart's behavior of repeatedly signing, and there may be some other incentives hidden in it.

So, when Harry discovered this element, he just used a certain method to explore it a little bit.

"Neville, did your mother like this kind of candy very much before?" Harry asked Neville curiously, as if casually chatting.

"Well, it seems to be..." Neville nodded dully, "Uncle Algie once told me that my mother's favorite is this kind of bubblegum from Honeydukes... Even though she was hospitalized, she didn't seem to forget This kind of preference, sometimes when we come to visit, there will be many blue bubbles floating on the ceiling of the ward, as if they were grown at home..."

"Bluebells."

"Harry... how do you know?" Neville's eyes widened.

"It's a guess, she likes this kind of candy so much, maybe she likes bluebell flowers more."

"yes…"

Honeydukes’ Blowing Super Bubblegum can make people blow out bluebell-colored bubbles, which can float in the room for days without bursting... It’s a bit far-fetched to explain this, but the absent-minded Neville obviously didn’t notice it. .

At the same time, the door of the ward reopened, and Hermione walked in with Luna and another witch dressed as a therapist.

And in Hermione's hands, she was holding a pot of bluebells blooming vigorously!

"Harry, I got it~" Hermione happily introduced, pointing to the therapist behind her, "Thanks to the head therapist here, Mrs. Merriam Straw, this pot of bluebells was carefully cultivated by her. of."

"While I'm away, it's really nice to have another visitor."

Merriam Straw is a therapist with a filigree garland on her head and a motherly radiance all over her body. From the moment she enters the door, she always has a kind smile on her face.

"How are you, Agnes?" After gesturing to Harry, the therapist first greeted the hairy witch happily, and put down a small pile of Christmas presents for her.

"This is a gift from you. Your son also sent an owl, saying that he will come to see you later. It's great, isn't it?"

The hairy-faced witch Agnes yelled loudly at her twice.