themonasnovels Chapter 532 Without your consent, no one can make you feel inferior!
Chapter 532 Without your consent, no one can make you feel inferior!
Chapter 532 Without your consent, no one can make you feel inferior!
Hermione had good reason to be so angry.
Ron could only see the result forever: [-] Galleons, the Italian Order of Magic, a great reputation...
It seemed that these were easy to obtain, but he couldn't see the danger behind them.
Ron asked Hermione many times for details about the incident in Paris, France last year.
I want to try to prove that if he is with William, he can also stop Arya, and then become the youngest winner of the Medal of Valor!
Today, it is the same again.
In Ron's view, a dragon of more than 100 meters is nothing like a fire dragon of more than ten meters.
Just give me some strong sleeping pills.
All he had to say was: Isn’t it enough to have hands?
At home, Ron has to compare with so many outstanding brothers; beside Harry, as his best friend, he is so famous.
A genius like William... Before Ron knew him, he was already the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.
It made him have no intention of chasing after him.
But Hermione was different.
As one of the few good friends, Ron didn't like her very much at first, only thinking that she would die of studying.
Great grades?
Ron didn't think that Hermione was much better than him in actual combat, it was just a good memory.
But she and William traveled several times and became famous again and again, even more famous than Harry Potter in the whole world.
Ron can tolerate that wherever Harry goes, wizards are the focus; he can frankly admit that William is an existence that he can't catch up with.
But he couldn't accept it immediately... Hermione, who was originally as unknown as him, became more and more famous.
This is an inexplicable psychological gap.
In short, it can be described in one word - jealousy.
Hermione may understand, but it doesn't mean she can accept it.
Because those so-called reputations are not what she wants, but just an added burden after risking her life every time.
This kind of life-threatening is different from the "danger" in the school.
Most of the 'danger' in the school is under the control of Dumbledore, which is a kind of 'danger' with relatively high security.
There is also William as a back-up guarantee.In the past few years, except for the death of the teacher, no student has died.
But Paris, Venice and Hogwarts are different.That was a real desperate situation, an accident, or a wrong guess... More than one or two people died.
And Ron... couldn't see it.
Walking on the road, few people mentioned the unhappiness just now, but chatted about the Quidditch World Cup.
As a 50-year-old Scottish fan, Charlie still hopes that Scotland can win the championship this year.
In the last World Cup, Scottish Seeker Hector Lamont narrowly missed the Snitch by [-] points.
But William is not optimistic about Scotland, and of course he is not optimistic about the defending champion of Canada.
To put it more bluntly: two rookie teams pecking at each other, the quarter-finals probably struggle, so don't expect to be champions.
When they were about to part, William exhorted:
"Charlie, please tell Mr. Weasley when you go back. Just say that Bertha was seriously injured and has been hospitalized.
Ask him to inform Bertha's superior... Mr. Ludo Bagman. "
"Bertha Jorkins?" Charlie nodded. "I see. I'll bring the news."
Bertha is an official of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo must be notified of this matter.
As for the final determination, it's up to Minister Fudge.
If he accepted what Voldemort did as quickly as Clegane did, everyone would be happy.
If he is unwilling to accept, William may have to think about... the candidate for the next minister.
It is a good Ministry of Magic to plan ahead; when the fire is imminent, the Ministry of Magic is basically abolished.
In this regard, William is optimistic about Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office.
Charlie headed downstairs, while William and Hermione continued down the fifth-floor corridor.
Soon, they came to the Janus Sitch Ward.
The so-called Janus Sitch Ward is a closed ward of the Curse Injury Department.
Its doors are usually locked to prevent the patients inside from wandering around.
The brains of the patients in this ward have been permanently damaged by the spell.If Bertha's treatment is not good, she will also be transferred here.
William held his wand in his hand and said "Alahoo hole opens", and the door opened in response.
A sallow-faced, frowning wizard was lying on the opposite bed, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, as if he was unaware of the surrounding things.
Don't look at this wizard as abnormal, but he is actually a master of 'magic hemp'.
It is said that he and Professor Babuji are alumni, both graduated from Clayton University.
Professor Babuji's level is inferior, and he went to Hogwarts to teach ancient runes.
And the wizard continued to study advanced knowledge.
He tried to use magic power as the fifth interaction force between microscopic particles.
To further study the connection and unification of the five forces, and look for a grand unified theory that can explain the five forces in a unified way!
Then, after 30 years of painstaking research, he was permanently... hospitalized.
How can it be a tragic word!
"Long time no see, William, are you two here to visit the Longbottoms?"
Mrs. Straw, who was sitting on the chair, said with a smile.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Straw." Hermione said softly.
Meliam Straw, who tended to the hospital's resident patients, was a very gentle witch.
In the summer vacation of the first grade, because of the Gringotts incident, William and Hermione lived in St. Mungo for a while.
It was also at that time that I met Neville, so I often came here.
The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by floral curtains.
There were the Longbottoms, Neville's parents.
They were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and eventually both went insane.
Hearing the sound, the curtain in the distance was suddenly pulled open, revealing Mrs. Longbottom's old and serious face.
She wears a green gown and a pointed hat decorated with a stuffed vulture.
"Mrs. Longbottom, good afternoon." William nodded.
Seeing William and Hermione, the expression on the old man's face suddenly softened.
"William, Hermione, good afternoon. Neville, come and see who's here."
Neville was holding a bowl, spooning his mother a little bit of food.
It was a surprise to see the two of them suddenly.
"Why are you here? Have you had lunch yet?"
Neville pointed to the side table, where there was a big lunch box full of food.
With an expectant tone, he invited: "If you haven't eaten, you can eat here."
Mrs. Longbottom nodded too.
William and Hermione didn't refuse, gathered around the small table, and began to eat simply.
After the meal, the Longbottoms were put to sleep by Mrs. Longbottom, and they left the room.
Instead of leaving the hospital immediately, they sat down in the corridor.
Mrs. Longbottom asked the two why they were here.William brought up the matter of Bertha.
"That fool Ludo." Mrs. Longbottom snorted coldly. "He actually gave the Sports Department a holiday before the World Cup."
"Back then, Crouch said that Ludo's coming to work at the Ministry of Magic would be the beginning of misfortune for the Ministry of Magic... Sure enough, he was right."
"Of course, Crouch is also a complete fool."
Mrs. Longbottom seemed a little cold wrapped in her robe.
When Crouch was mentioned, she leaned on the bench with some disinterest, half-closed her eyes, as if she was sleepy.
Seeing that grandma was asleep, Neville, who was afraid of her, started talking more.
"Are you two injured? I read in the newspaper that Venice was destroyed." Neville asked concerned.
"No, I brought you a gift." William blinked and took out a model of a gondola boat.
"Thank you." Neville took it, and couldn't put it down.
"Have you seen Ron?"
William nodded: "I've seen it, but we didn't get along very well."
"Indeed." Neville whispered, "He's been in a bad temper lately. The last time I met Ginny, she cried."
"Ron also asked me, why did you come to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital? After inquiring many times out of curiosity, he followed me secretly, but was thrown away by me..."
Neville's face darkened.He doesn't like being known by his classmates about his parents.
"What?" Madam Longbottom suddenly opened her eyes and said sharply:
"Why don't you tell your friends about your parents, Neville?
What are you afraid of?Feel inferior? "
Neville took a deep breath, looked down at Gondola, and shook his head.
"Hmph, this is not something to be ashamed of!" Mrs. Longbottom said proudly:
"Children, remember... No one can make you feel inferior without your consent!"
Mrs. Longbottom criticized for a while, then squinted her eyes and fell asleep again.
Neville didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, afraid that his grandma would pretend to be asleep on purpose.
"Neville, are you going to the Quidditch World Cup?" William changed the subject.
"Grandma doesn't want to go," said Neville pitifully. "She didn't buy a ticket."
"You can come with us," Hermione suggested. "We can get extra tickets."
"But..." Neville hesitated.
William pouted at Mrs. Longbottom.
Neville opened his mouth, as if he was constipated. After brewing for 5 minutes, his face turned purple, and he dared not speak out.
Hermione was about to speak for her when William took her hand and shook his head slightly.
Mrs. Longbottom may not be unwilling to buy a ticket, but she is just waiting for Neville to speak up.
A Gryffindor, if you don't even have the courage to speak... it's better to transfer as soon as possible.
Anyway, from Mrs Longbottom's point of view:
Whether it's going to the Badger House, or dropping out of school to go home; going to the Green Snake House, or entering Azkaban... two or two tied together, it doesn't matter.
"Grandma, can I go together? Watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Neville's voice was like a mosquito, but he said it anyway.
Mrs. Longbottom gave an insignificant 'hmm'.
"Okay, let's go." William stood up with a smile.
After the three of them left, Mrs. Longbottom opened her closed eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
But it soon disappeared.
Of course she won't go.
Because, Minerva must be there!
Wasn't it just a few decades ago that he lost a little bit of Gallon to her in a bet?
As for talking about it every time we meet?
Minerva Cheapskate McGonagall!
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
Thanks to "Enate" for the reward. )
(End of this chapter)