Chapter 513 Maca running around

No one expected that the blizzard that had lasted a whole day stopped early the next morning. Today, the thick clouds in the sky miraculously moved away, and the long-lost sunshine fell on the ground again, and also spilled into the windows of the ward.

The golden sunlight is particularly beautiful indoors. In the beam of light coming in from the window, the fine dust shone with a little bit of brilliance, which brought an indescribable sense of sacredness to people.

This is the Spell Injury Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, which is on the fifth floor of this building. The windows in the ward are bright and clean, and they are cleaned every day to maintain the most basic comfort and cleanliness.

However, in such a seemingly enjoyable ward, there is only one thing missing, and that is the patient.

Miss Lovegood? Tonks looked around, and then asked the blond girl sitting by the window in surprise, Where's McClain? Where did he go?

Yes, right by the sunny window, Luna was holding a magic book and reading it with great interest. Her long pale golden hair was bathed in the sun, reflecting a soft luster.

Since Maca was sent to St. Mungo's yesterday, she has been here all the time and never left. But right now she is still here, and Maca, who was supposed to be the main character today, has disappeared. Tonks looks very surprised.

Maca?

Luna heard the voice, raised her head and glanced at Tonks in a trance. But then, as if she had just understood what Tonks said, she tilted her head and looked blankly towards the hospital bed.

Oh... where did Maca go?

Hey, Miss Lovegood, said Tonks speechlessly, I'm asking you - haven't you been with him all the time? Why doesn't he know where he is?

Hmm... Luna sat in the sun, squinted her eyes and pondered for a while, then shook her head and said, It seems... um, it seems that Maca said that he was going to the next door?

As she spoke, she seemed to notice that there was someone behind Tonks, and stretched her neck to look curiously.

Hermione?

Hearing Luna called her name, Hermione was about to say hello, but before she could say it, she heard Ron calling from the door next door.

Maka is really over there? Hermione glanced at Luna, seemingly hesitating for a moment, but finally ran over to the next door first, Maka? Ma——

To be honest, Maca's condition doesn't look good, because his face is still pale and he coughs from time to time. But now he was still standing between two hospital beds, talking frequently with a witch in a green robe.

When Hermione saw it, she didn't know why, and suddenly burst into anger. She immediately withdrew her call and strode into the ward with a dissatisfied face.

The others who came with her stood at the door of the ward, looking at each other left and right, wondering whether they should follow in.

...Yes, this...cough cough...this is no longer an injury to the soul. The Cruciatus Curse lasted on them for too long, which caused a lot of damage to the brain...

Maca!

Maca, who was communicating with the female therapist, was interrupted by Hermione's shout. He blinked, then turned around resignedly, and smiled at Hermione in passing.

What's wrong? Cough... Who made you angry? Maka looked at her innocently and said.

Who else? Hermione frowned and said angrily, Why didn't you lie down on the hospital bed? Instead, you came here to chat with others... Don't you remember how you were brought here?

Oh, my injury has nothing to do with standing or lying down... Maka spread her hands, Ahem...it's okay...

Look! Hermione pointed at him angrily, Does this seem to be all right? Look outside the door again, everyone is here to visit you, who knows that you are still running around when you are sick! Patient You should lie on the hospital bed obediently!

Upon hearing this, Maca couldn't help turning her head to look at the door.

I found that there was really a large group of people here. He nodded that way apologetically, and then turned his gaze back to Hermione.

Okay, okay, I understand! Cough... He stretched out his hand and said, Let's go! I'll go back...

Seeing that Hermione was not moved at all, just staring at him with her lips pursed, he couldn't help but smile helplessly again.

Ms. Straw, I have learned a lot from communicating with you. Thank you for talking with me about this... Ahem... Then I will go back to the next door with them first... Maca turned her head and nodded politely at the witch.

No, I'm the one...I didn't expect Mr. McLean to have such an in-depth research on soul damage. The views you just said have brought me a lot of inspiration. I believe that even if the Longbottoms can't recover because of this, It will definitely bring a lot of hope for recovery to other patients in the future!

The female therapist looked quite gentle, with a special warmth in her conversation, she was a kind and trustworthy witch like a mother. In fact, even Maca felt that she was a wizard born to be a healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Maca followed the unhappy Hermione to the door.

However, as soon as he got to the door, Maca found Neville standing outside in a daze. And the other party's eyes were obviously always on him.

Neville? Maca called to him.

what!

Neville seemed taken aback, he came back to his senses, and opened his mouth to Maca again, but he couldn't say anything.

Are you concerned about the conversation I had with Ms. Straw just now? Maca turned back subconsciously, because he had already guessed some of Neville's thoughts.

He had just been discussing the situation of Neville's parents with Merriam Straw.

About the Longbottom couple, there are actually many wizards in the magic world who know about them. At the beginning, Neville's parents were well-known Aurors in the British magic circle. In terms of strength, they were not inferior to elites such as Kingsley, and even successfully escaped from Voldemort's hands three times.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent. After Voldemort's sudden downfall at that time, they were caught by those fanatical Death Eaters who were going crazy in order to find their master. Two Cruciatus Curse that exceeded the limit, tortured them to the point of permanent brain damage.

Since Maca lived in St. Mungo's this time, and lived in the ward next to them, he naturally wanted to stop by to see the specific injury.

Looking at the somewhat silent Neville, Maca could only slightly shake his head.

He believed that the conversation he had with Ms. Straw just now must have given Neville some expectations. Even if there was only a tiny bit of hope, he would never want to miss it.

Sorry, I have nothing to do. Maca Tan said, It's not just magic damage, but... too much time has passed.

Hmm. Neville lowered his head sadly, and responded softly.

His parents had been like this for as long as he could remember. It is conceivable that although my two close relatives are still alive, they still don't recognize me. This feeling is a crueler reality than Harry's loss of his parents.

But no matter how cruel the truth is, it will gradually become dull as time passes by. To be honest, he's actually used to it.

He is used to his father ignoring him, and he is also used to his mother being in a daze all day long. This habit is not to look down on it, but an escape based on self-numbing.

However, when his father occasionally glanced at him, and when his mother occasionally handed him a piece of candy paper, the pain and grievance at the tip of his nose made the sadness that was suppressed in his heart burst out suddenly, and he was bruised all over his body.

Grandma always asked him to throw the candy wrappers that his mother handed him into the trash can, but he didn't throw them once, but stuffed them silently into his pocket. Although he is not good at words, sometimes he is very dull, but he also knows that there is nothing wrong with grandma asking him to do that.

He had heard from his grandma before that his parents were both strong and brave Aurors, and it was her pride as a mother to sacrifice everything in order to fight against evil. As their children, I should also inherit their courage, instead of showing my weakness just for a piece of candy paper.

But Neville still put every piece of candy wrapper into his pocket and kept them one by one. This is just because it was the only gift he had received from his parents since he was a child.

Thank you, Maca... Neville suddenly recovered from the silence, and nodded solemnly at Maca, But it's okay, after so long, I also know that it is probably impossible to recover.

After all, he looked into the ward again, but there was no feeling of giving up in his expression.

Maka! Neville! Come here! Hermione seemed to realize that the two of them hadn't followed, so she turned around and shouted again.

Ah! Here we come! Neville seemed to have come to his senses, and saw that his expression had returned to his usual clumsy expression, and he ran over there in a hurry, Maka, let's go! They are here call us!

Seeing that Neville took two jiggly steps before thinking of himself, he couldn't help but smile knowingly. Maca didn't think about it anymore, and after a reply, he followed to the door next door.

Neville and Snape, no matter how you look at it, these two people cannot be compared together, but just now Maca thought of Snape in Neville's body.

It is also the yearning for the loved ones, Snape can desperately change a chance to meet, but Neville may not make the same choice as Snape.

This kind of similarities and differences between people is probably what Dumbledore is looking for. But even if the path of magic is left behind, the subtle changes in it are the mysteries that are worth pondering.

Ahem... yo, so many people?

As soon as Maca stepped into the door, he found that his ward was already full of people, and the room that looked quite large was actually a bit crowded.