A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

On Christmas Eve, there is a festive atmosphere at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

The light in the waiting room was replaced by gold and red crystal bubbles, which hung from the ceiling like giant Christmas balls, flickering incessantly.

Neville held his grandmother's hand in one hand and clung to his schoolbag in the other.

They made their way up to the fifth floor, and every ward they passed was adorned with holly trees with colorful ribbons around them.

"Neville, come on—"

Mrs. Longbottom told him that Neville quickly followed two steps. They walked into Janus Sitch's ward, and went all the way to the innermost bed. The curtain was lifted, and a pair of wizards and witches were lying on the bed.

Neglecting their pale sick faces and gray, dry hair, they looked like young couples snoozing late, with a natural smile on their lips, but Neville just looked at them sadly, digging out of his bag. A bouquet of flowers in a vase on the bedside table.

Neville was about to throw away the withered flowers when grandmother said sternly, "I'll come." She grabbed the flowers and gave him a complicated look, "Neville—" but she left without saying a word. .

Neville sat quietly for a while. He had already helped his mother cut his hair, helped his father tuck the quilt, and folded the towel, but after a long time, his grandmother still didn't come back.

He hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards the door. Two beds away, a woman with hairy face suddenly barked at him, so frightened that he almost hit the wall on the other side.

The frightened Neville opened the door and glanced left and right. There was still no sign of his grandmother. The golden stars on the tip of the holly tree at the door were twinkling, making him unable to see the corridor in the distance.

Neville looked hesitant, wondering if he should go back, but he suddenly heard a faint voice at the top of the stairs, and he remembered this gentle voice - it was his parents' therapist, that aunt named Meliam.

"Mr. Hepp--the Longbottoms--two weeks--"

Neville's curiosity prevailed at the familiar name, and he crept over, trying not to make a sound. Around 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. Mr. Hepp is full of confidence, and Mrs. Longbottom believes in him..." Meliam said.

Another young therapist couldn't help but ask: "But it is said that Haipu just published some articles in the newspaper. Who knows what his real level is?"

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

The therapist retorted, "But like you said, it's been two weeks since the last time that Hepp came over, and the Longbottoms were in a coma for two weeks, so he's not causing trouble. There's no way to end it, right?"

Meliam's expression became more worried, but she was still looking for a reason, "The patient's condition is stable..."

"Who can tell me about the memory, maybe I can't sleep! That Hep is at most a Hogwarts professor, not a therapist after all."

Meliam seemed to be persuaded, "You are right. When Mrs. Longbottom comes over, I will persuade her." The two left together.

Neville leaned against the corner, the smile on his face faded. He thought hard about what he had heard. Hogwarts only had one Professor Heap, so the professor was treating his parents? But why has he never mentioned it to himself?

Neville thought, maybe he was afraid of worrying himself? But he thought of the conversation between the two therapists just now, and he was in a coma for two weeks... His heart suddenly twitched.

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

'In a coma for two weeks...'

Neville tentatively pushed his mother's arm, but there was no response. He exerted a little strength, but her mother remained motionless, not even the smile on the corner of her mouth.

He suddenly panicked, and the words of the unfamiliar therapist kept repeating in his mind like some kind of poison that corrupts people's hearts——

"Who can tell what's in memory, maybe I can't sleep!"

Neville murmured, "Can't sleep—impossible! The professor never does anything he's not sure about, he's so strong and calm..." But he couldn't help thinking: the therapist's words make a lot of sense, too. Ah, Professor Hepp has never shown himself as a therapist.

Just like Harry, he excelled in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, but his herbal medicine class was not as good as himself.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, one was his grandmother, who was the other? It seems a little familiar... Neville glanced at the gap in the doorway and saw a pair of delicate black and brown shoes, it was Professor Haipu!

He later realized that he had come in in a hurry and forgot to close the door.

Neville was lying on his schoolbag at the end of the bed, pretending not to notice anything, his ears perked up quietly.

"Professor Hepp, we need to talk."

This is my grandmother's voice, she sounded anxious, what happened?

"Nothing to talk about! I should have quit long ago, and I wouldn't be here tonight if you hadn't found Dumbledore," said a man's voice.

It's Professor Hepp... Neville thought, why did the professor feel a little strange to him, a little... indifferent?

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

Neville heard his grandmother's sobbing, his heart lifted, and the words of the green-robed healer entered his ears again, making him unable to ignore it.

The chatter outside the door dropped, and Neville couldn't help raising his head. The window on the door could only see the silhouette of his grandmother, who looked sad, an expression he had never seen before.

In his heart, grandmother has always been stern and proud.

"Don't cry! It will be seen, let's find a hidden place and talk about it all at once." The man said impatiently.

A shadow passed over the window, and the sound of footsteps moved 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 abruptly, not even finding his schoolbag in his hand. He tiptoed to the door, stuck his head out along the crack of the door, and just saw the backs of the two turning around at the end of the corridor.

Neville took a deep breath and trotted out, shutting in the barking of the hairy witch in the ward. An abnormal flush suddenly appeared on his face, and it was not until he reached the end of the corridor that he realized that his footsteps were too loud, maybe the two of them heard it.

He leaned against the wall and waited quietly for a few seconds. There was no sound of footsteps turning around. He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at it like a thief. It was a row of vacant wards, and the light in the corridor was very weak.

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

He leaned his head sideways against the first door, his ears hurt, but there was no sound inside.

He tiptoed to the second door again, and before he could get close, a clear voice came from inside——