Evan looked at the room, which seemed to be the patient's long-term home.

There were far more personal items around the bed than on Ron's, and Gildero's headboard was plastered with a picture of himself, smiling and waving as before.

Many of the photographs bear his childish signatures, and as soon as he is pressed into a chair by the therapist, he pulls over a stack of photographs, grabs a quill, and signs them feverishly.

"You need to put them in an envelope so I can mail them to my admirers. He threw the signed photos into Hermione's lap, just like he had done at school, "I'm not forgotten, no, I still get a lot of letters from admirers, Gladys Gugion writes every week, I really don't understand why?"

He paused, looking a little confused, then smiled again and signed his name vigorously, "I think it's just because I'm handsome!"

Aven's gaze looked into the distance, and in addition to Lockhart, there were two patients in the room, a man and a woman, lying in the corner of the room, staring at the ceiling and talking to themselves, as if unaware of their surroundings.

"That's Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom!" noticing Evan's gaze, the therapist explained, "they've been here for a long, long time, over a decade, and they were here before I came here to work. ”

Evan suddenly turned out to be Neville's parents.

They were both Aurors and original members of the Order of the Phoenix. During the First Wizarding War, fought heroically against Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

After Voldemort's defeat and escape, they were captured by Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., and other Death Eaters just when the war was thought to be over. The Death Eaters frantically torture the two of them with the Mindburner Charm, hoping for news about Voldemort and where he might have absconded.

In the end, they are tortured to the point of madness, not recognizing their own family, not even knowing who they are, and have been being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Needless to say, both of them are heroes, but unfortunately the ending is very tragic.

"You just said Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom?" said Hermione, surprised, as if noticing something.

"Yes, they are Mr. Frank Longbottom and Mrs. Alice Longbottom. The therapist said, "The old mother of the two of them, Mrs. Longbottom, would come to visit them every day, and a round-faced boy, whom I remember as if called."

"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed.

At the same time, the ward door was opened again.

Evan saw a sullen Neville walk in, followed by a terrible old witch dressed in a green robe and moth-eaten fox skin, with a pointed hat apparently adorned with a specimen of a vulture.

"Aven, Hermione, you, you" Neville shuddered as if a bullet had just grazed past him.

He looked extremely surprised, then panicked again, Neville looked evasively at Evan and Hermione, and then uncertainly at his parents lying on the bed in the back, obviously not wanting his classmates to know about their parents.

The atmosphere was so awkward, how Evan wished he hadn't been to this ward.

"Is that your friend, Neville, little girl?" Neville's grandmother said kindly, walking over to Evan and Hermione.

Neville didn't speak, his swollen face flushed purple, he didn't dare to make contact with everyone's gaze, he seemed to prefer himself anywhere in the world, just not here.

"You're Evan Mason, aren't you?!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at Evan carefully, holding out a withered, talon-like hand for him to shake, "Yes, I know you, I saw your photo and related deeds in the newspaper the other day, and it said that you and Harry Potter saved the Black family together, and you did a very good job!"

Mrs. Longbottom patted Evan on the shoulder and turned her gaze to Hermione next to her.

"As for you, it must be Hermione Granger. She shook Hermione's hand and continued, "Neville told me about you, that you helped him through some of the difficulties, and Neville thinks highly of you two. ”

Neville didn't look at them, just at his feet, his face purple.

"Neville is a good boy!" Mrs. Longbottom turned her head and looked down her pointed nose with a stern scrutiny, "but not as talented as his father, nor as smart as his mother, I have to say"

She tilted her head a little towards the two beds inside, and the vultures on her hat shook horribly.

Evan and Hermione were silent, and then looked back at the two men lying on the bed inside, not knowing what to say.

"Neville, haven't you told your friends about your parents before?" asked Mrs. Longbottom, who snapped into the atmosphere.

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

Unconsciously, Hermione gently took Evan's hand, looking very sad, she was worried about Neville's affairs, but she didn't know what to do.

"Well, it's not a shame!" said Mrs. Longbottom angrily, "you ought to be proud, Neville, proud! they sacrificed their health and sanity not to make their only son ashamed of them!"

"I'm not ashamed. Neville said weakly, still not looking at Evan and Hermione.

"You're acting in a strange way!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at him, then turned to Evan and Hermione haughtily and said, "My son and daughter-in-law have been maddened by the men of the mysterious men, who were once Aurors and were highly respected in the wizarding world. ”

Hermione covered her mouth with her small hand, and she looked back at Neville's parents again.

Hearing the noise, Neville's mother sat up from her bed. Her face was thin and haggard, her eyes were particularly large, and her hair was gray, disheveled and dry. She didn't seem to want to speak, or couldn't speak, but sat on the bed and drew timidly at Nevillebi.

Seeing her movements, the therapist hurriedly greeted her.

"Alas!" said Mrs. Longbottom, who sighed, glanced at Neville again, and staggered over to her son and daughter-in-law.

In her old back, there is an indescribable loneliness.

Neville didn't move, he took a deep breath and jerked his head up to look at Evan and Hermione in a challenging manner, as if ready to accept the taunts of both of them.

Nothing could have been more amusing in Aven's life, and he looked elsewhere instead of making eye contact with Neville.

Beside him, Hermione's tears rolled in her eyes as she looked at Neville worriedly.

The two of them ended up not knowing how to get out of the room, and in the hallway, Hermione said with tears in her eyes, "I never know"

Evan didn't speak, his heart was equally heavy.

Neville's background was similar to Harry's, and in a sense, even more pitiful than Harry, although he could see his parents often, they couldn't have recognized him, and he didn't even dare to mention them to his friends.

For Neville, it was a painful ordeal that had no end.

Evan sighed, recognizing the ferocity of the Death Eaters and the cruelty of war.

In the face of a future full of dangers, the only guarantee is to strengthen oneself as much as possible. (To be continued.) )