On Christmas Eve, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was filled with a festive atmosphere.

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

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

They went all the way up to the fifth floor. The door of each ward they passed was decorated with holly trees with colorful ribbons wrapped around the trees.

"Neville, hurry up--"

Old Lady Longbottom said to him, and Neville hurriedly followed him. They walked into Janus Hitch's ward and came to the innermost bed. They lifted the flower curtain and saw a pair of male and female wizards lying on the bed.

If you ignore their pale sick faces and gray and dry hair, they look like a young couple who sleep late, with a natural smile on their lips, but Neville just looked at them sadly, took out a bouquet of flowers from his schoolbag and put it in the vase on the bedside table.

Neville was about to throw away the withered flowers, but his grandmother said with a stern face, "Let me do it." She snatched the flowers from his hand and gave him a complicated look, "Neville--" But she left without saying anything.

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

He hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards the door. A woman with hair on her face suddenly barked at him on the two beds, and he was so scared that he almost hit the wall on the other side

. Neville, who was still frightened, opened the door and looked around. There was still no sign of his grandmother. The golden stars on the top of the holly tree at the door flickered, making it difficult for him to see the corridor in the distance.

Neville hesitated, wondering whether to retreat, but he suddenly heard a faint voice at the stairs. He remembered this gentle voice-his parents' therapist, the aunt named Meliam.

"Mr. Hep - Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom - two weeks -"

Hearing the familiar name, Neville's curiosity got the better of him, and he tiptoed over, trying not to make any noise. At the corner of the stairs, he saw Aunt Meliam with her back to him, chatting with a therapist in a green robe.

"No one can guarantee when they will wake up, but Mr. Hep is full of confidence, and old lady Longbottom believes him..." Meliam said.

Another young therapist couldn't help asking, "But it is said that Hep only published some articles in the newspaper. Who knows what his real level is?"

Meliam said hesitantly, "Ms. Boham also believes him."

The therapist retorted, "But as you said, Hep hasn't shown up for two weeks since the last time he came, and the Longbottoms have been in a coma for two weeks. Could he have caused trouble and couldn't get rid of it?" Meliam's expression became more

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

"Who can tell about the memory? Maybe he will never get up again! Hep is at most a professor at Hogwarts, not a therapist after all." Meliam

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

Neville leaned against the corner, and the smile on his face disappeared. He tried hard to think about the news he heard. There was only one Professor Hep in Hogwarts, so the professor was treating his parents? But why didn't he mention it to himself?

Neville thought, maybe he was afraid that he would worry? But he thought of the conversation between the two healers just now, two weeks of coma... His heart suddenly tightened.

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

'Two weeks of coma...'

Neville tentatively pushed his mother's arm, but there was no response. He used a little force, but his mother remained motionless, and even the smile on her lips did not change.

He suddenly became flustered, and the words of the strange healer kept repeating in his mind like some kind of poison that corrodes people's hearts -

"Who can tell what happened to memory? Maybe he will never wake up!"

Neville murmured, "Will never wake up - impossible! The professor never does anything he is not sure of. He is so powerful and calm..." But he couldn't help thinking again: The healer's words also make sense. Professor Hep never showed his ability as a healer.

Just like Harry, he performed well in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but his Herbology class was not as good as his own.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance. One was his grandmother, and who was the other? It seems familiar... Neville glanced at the gap in the door and saw a pair of exquisite black and brown shoes. It was Professor Hep!

He realized belatedly 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 that he had not noticed anything, and his ears pricked up quietly.

"Professor Hep, we need to talk."

This was the voice of his grandmother. She sounded a little anxious. What happened?

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

It was Professor Hep... Neville thought, why did the professor give him a feeling of being a little strange, a little... indifferent?

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

Neville heard his grandmother's sobbing, and his heart was lifted. The words of the healer in the green robe came into his ears again, making him unable to ignore it.

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

In his heart, his grandmother had always been strict and proud.

"Don't cry! We'll be seen. Let's find a hidden place and talk it out at once." The man said impatiently.

A shadow passed by the window and the footsteps went away.

Neville's heart was pounding. He didn't quite believe the conversation just now. The man's voice sounded like a villain.

He jumped up suddenly, not even noticing that his schoolbag was in his hand. He tiptoed to the door and stuck his head out through the crack in the door, just in time to see the backs of the two people turning around the end of the corridor.

Neville took a deep breath and ran out quickly, shutting out the barking of the long-haired witch in the ward. His face suddenly flushed abnormally, and it was not until he chased to the end of the corridor that he realized that his footsteps were too loud, and perhaps the two people heard it.

He leaned against the wall and waited quietly for a few seconds. There was no footsteps turning back. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked out like a thief. It was a row of empty wards, and the light in the corridor was very dim.

Neville walked over bravely. He didn't know which room his grandmother and professor were in, so he could only look for them one by one.

He leaned his head against the first door, and his ears were hurt by the pressure, but there was no sound from inside.

He tiptoed to the second door, and before he got close, a clear voice came from inside -