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There were many more personal items around the bed than in Ron's. Girdello's headboard had a picture of himself. Just like before, he was smiling and waving.
Many of the pictures had his childish signature. As soon as he was pushed into the chair by the therapist, he pulled over a stack of pictures, grabbed a quill, and enthusiastically signed them.
"You need to put them in an envelope so I can mail them to my admirers." He threw the signed pictures onto Hermione's lap, just like he did in school. "I haven't been forgotten. No, I still receive letters from my admirers. Gladys Gugion writes every week. I really don't understand why."
He stopped and seemed a little confused. Then he smiled and signed his name enthusiastically. "I think it's because I'm handsome!"
Elwyn looked into the distance. Other than Lockhart, there were two other patients in the room, a man and a woman. They lay in the corner of the room, staring at the ceiling and muttering to themselves, as if unaware of their surroundings.
"That's the Longbottom couple!" Noticing Elwyn's gaze, the therapist explained, "They've been here for a very, very long time, more than ten years. They were here before I came to work here."
Elwyn suddenly understood. So they were Neville's parents.
They were both Aurors and original members of the Order of the Phoenix. During the First Sorcerer War, they had fought valiantly against Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
After Lord Voldemort's defeat and escape, just when people thought the war was over, they were captured by Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr and the other Death Eaters. The Death Eaters used the Heart-Drilling Curse to torture the two of them, hoping to get information about Lord Voldemort and where he might have escaped to.
In the end, they were tortured to the point of insanity. They could no longer recognize their own family or even who they were. They had been receiving treatment in St. Mungo's Magic Hospital.
Needless to say, both of them were heroes. Unfortunately, their endings were very tragic.
"Did you just say Longbottom and his wife?" Hermione said in surprise, as if she had noticed something.
"Yes, they're Mr. Frank Longbottom and Mrs. Alice Longbottom." "Their old mother, old Mrs. Longbottom, came to see them every day. There was also a round-faced boy, I think he was called..."
"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed.
At the same time, the door was opened again.
Elwyn saw a sullen Neville walk in. Behind him was a scary old witch. She wore a green robe and worm-eaten fox skin. Her pointy hat was obviously decorated with a vulture specimen.
"Elwyn, Hermione, you-you..." Neville shuddered, as if a bullet had just brushed past him.
He looked extremely surprised, which was quickly followed by panic. Neville averted his eyes from Elwyn and Hermione, then looked uncertainly at his parents who were lying on the bed behind him. He obviously did not want his classmates to know about his parents.
The atmosphere was too awkward. Elwyn wished he had never come to this ward.
"Is this your friend, Neville, sweetheart?" Neville's grandmother said affectionately, walking towards Elwyn and Hermione.
Neville did not speak. His round face was purplish red. He did not dare to meet everyone's eyes. It seemed like he would rather be anywhere in the world than here.
"You're Elwyn Mason, right?!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at Elwyn carefully and extended a withered, eagle-like hand for him to shake. "Yes, I know you. I saw your photo and related news in the newspaper a few days ago. It said that you and Harry Potter saved the boy from the Blake family. You did a great job!"
Mrs. Longbottom patted Elwyn's shoulder and turned her eyes to Hermione.
"As for you, you must be Hermione Granger." She shook hands with Hermione and continued, "Neville told me about you. You helped him get through some difficulties. Neville speaks highly of the two of you."
Neville did not look at them. He only stared at his feet, his face turning more and more purple.
"Neville is a good boy!" Mrs. Longbottom turned her head and looked down her sharp nose at Neville. "But he's not as talented as his father, and not as smart as his mother. I have to say …"
She pointed her head towards the two beds inside, the vulture on her hat shaking menacingly.
Elwyn and Hermione were silent. They looked back at the two people lying on the bed inside, not knowing what to say.
"Neville, didn't you tell your friends about your parents?" Mrs. Longbottom asked sternly. She noticed the strange atmosphere.
Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head.
Unconsciously, Hermione gently held Elwyn's hand. She looked very sad. She was worried about Neville, but did not know what to do.
"Hmph, this is nothing to be ashamed of!" Mrs. Longbottom said angrily. "You should be proud, Neville. Proud! They didn't sacrifice their health and sanity to make their only son feel ashamed of them! "
"I don't feel ashamed." Neville said weakly, still not looking at Elwyn and Hermione.
"The way you act is very strange!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at him, then turned her head and arrogantly said to Elwyn and Hermione, "My son and daughter-in-law were tortured to insanity by the mysterious people's subordinates. They used to be Aurors, and are highly respected in the magic world."
Hermione covered her mouth with her small hand. She turned her head and looked at Neville's parents again.
Hearing the noise, Neville's mother sat up from the bed. Her face was thin and haggard, her eyes were very big, and her hair was already white, messy and dry. She seemed to not want to speak, or perhaps she could not. She just sat on the bed and timidly gestured at Neville.
Seeing her movements, the healer hurried to greet her.
"Sigh!" Madam Longbottom sighed and glanced at Neville again. She staggered to her son and daughter-in-law's side.
There was a kind of indescribable loneliness in her aged figure.
Neville did not move. He took a deep breath and suddenly raised his head to look at Elwyn and Hermione with a challenging look, as if he was ready to accept their mockery.
Elwyn had never encountered anything more unfunny in his life. He looked elsewhere and did not meet Neville's eyes.
Beside him, Hermione's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at Neville worriedly.
In the end, the two of them left the ward. In the corridor, Hermione said with tears in her eyes, "I never knew."
Elwyn did not speak, and his heart was equally heavy.
Neville's background was similar to Harry's. In a sense, he was even more pitiful than Harry. Although he could often see his parents, it was impossible for them not to recognize him. He did not even dare to mention them to his friends.
To Neville, this matter was endless pain and torture.
Elwyn sighed, and once again realized the cruelty of the Death Eaters and the cruelty of war.
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