Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 507 The Notorious Smith Family

Kate is going crazy, and some medieval wizard yells that she apparently has severe dwarfism.

To do this he chased Kate for six frames, pushing the subject aside.

"What did you say I had?" Kate stamped her feet in annoyance, causing the already shaky stairs to shake even more.

"This is a hormone imbalance, young lady. It will shorten your arms and legs, making you even shorter than you are now—"

"Who are you calling short?" Kate's eyes turned red with anger. She suddenly stopped where she was and looked at the medieval wizard.

"The only way is to take a toad's liver and put it on your chest, and stand naked in a bucket of eel eyes under the bright sun and moonlight—"

“I don’t have dwarfism!”

"But you are obviously very short, and judging by your appearance, you must be over seventeen or eighteen years old, Miss——"

"I'm born short. My dad is short too!" Kate was furious. "Go back to your own frame and stop bothering me!"

She turned to Ryan, who was trying to keep a straight face.

Ryan had to pat his head comfortingly to stop himself from laughing out loud.

"Which floor are we on?" Kate said in a muffled voice.

"We're already on the fifth floor." Ryan walked towards the platform and pointed to the double doors marked with the words "Spell Damage Department".

"Is this the place?"

“Of course not, Kate.

Do you remember what that lady said?

The Longbottoms live in a closed ward that is usually locked." In response to Kate's question, Ryan took her hand and led her to a room at the end of the corridor.

Ryan was about to open the door when a therapist with a gold and silver wreath on her head hurried over. "Hello, are you two here to visit Frank and Alice?"

The therapist looked very kind at first glance, with a soothing maternal quality.

But at this moment she looked very nervous, and her holy face was filled with worldly emotions.

"You know me?" Ryan just realized that the therapist's attention was always on him.

And this kind of attention is definitely not what normal women would get when they see his handsome face.

On the contrary, it was a vigilance that went deep into the bones.

"If you want to hurt Frank and the others, you must step over my body first!" The therapist's face was tense and he stood in front of the closed door.

"Ryan, is it because your family's reputation is not good enough?" Kate jumped up and down with a gloating look on her face.

O(∩_∩)O Haha!

Ryan was unlucky today too!
"Ma'am, look into my eyes." Ryan's words seemed to have magic.

The therapist, who had been very resistant just now, seemed to have lost his soul the next second and looked obediently into Ryan's silver eyes.

Then the therapist froze in place.

"What's going on?" Kate asked.

"rumor."

"Rumors about the Smith family who have been hiding their existence."

"The Smith family hides itself and accumulates wealth continuously. They use sophisticated magic contracts to force shares and dividends in various magical industries such as food, clothing, housing and transportation in the British wizarding world. This behavior obviously makes some wizards who know of its existence think badly." Ryan's brows were furrowed.

"Is there anything wrong with our family being rich?" Ryan was shocked.

He could not have imagined that the reputation of their Smith would be reduced to the extent that in the original world line, he was mistaken for Harry, the heir of Slytherin.

Every therapist learns about the fact that the Smith family is actually the controller of St. Mungo's after joining the company.

But due to the contract they cannot spread the news to the outside world.

Although this contract has no other effect except preventing Smith's news from being spread outside.

But some people always feel that it hinders their freedom.

This negative sentiment was passed down from generation to generation among therapists. It can be said that Smith's reputation was even worse than that of Voldemort.

Even the room where Smith stayed on the sixth floor was used as a laboratory for these evil people.

The reason why St. Mungo's is almost free is also because they want to collect information.

The wizards trapped in the closed ward are the long-term experimental subjects of the Smith family.

If we were a time traveler without any cheats, we would be speechless at this point.

Because these rumors focus on the contract from the beginning.

No matter how much evidence you produce, these stupid therapists won't believe it until the contract is unlocked.

But Ryan is different. If there is any problem that can't be solved by words.

It's his turn to use his omnipotent magic.

You don't believe it, "But I can make you believe it." A golden magical light flashed in Ryan's eyes.

The therapist who was standing there in a daze came back to his senses immediately
"I was so stupid that I actually believed such rumors," the therapist concluded after a series of 365-degree apologies.

"It's nothing, just do what you are supposed to do."

"You are undoubtedly a great therapist for standing up to protect your patients in the face of danger."

"Then now——" Ryan signaled with his eyes.

The therapist quickly opened the door.

After entering the door, the therapist who came to his home field returned to normal.

No longer the trembling apology machine that keeps saying sorry at every turn.

She greeted the long-term patients in the ward with her infectious smile.

It's like they're her family.

From the movements that were so commonplace that they were almost muscle memory, it was clear that this therapist was not pretending just because Ryan and the others were there.

There were two people in the ward, and two beds at the other end surrounded by a floral curtain.

I guess the people behind the flower curtain must be Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom.

Because the two wizards outside were clearly not.

Even if Ryan had not seen a photo of the Longbottoms, he knew that the sallow-faced, gloomy-faced wizard, mumbling to himself and unmoved by the therapist's words, was not Frank Longbottom.

The hairy, barking woman two beds away from the wizard couldn't be Alice Longbottom.

There was nothing about either of them like Neville.

“Agnes,” the therapist greeted the hairy-faced woman tenderly, “I told you that you would not be forgotten?
Your son just sent an owl to say he'd come to see you tonight, that's nice, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly several times.

“There are fewer and fewer patients here.

Most patients will choose to stay with their families if their illness cannot be cured.

There are very few families like Agnes who never give up.

Others are abandoned by their families. "The therapist pointed at the wizard who was talking to himself and sighed in a low voice, "His family hasn't visited him for several years."

Ryan nodded.

In the original world line, when Harry Potter was in fifth grade, that is, two years later, the long-haired witch and the bitter-faced wizard were still here.

“As for Frank and the others, Lady Augusta has always insisted on keeping her son and son-in-law at St. Mungo’s.

She always believed that one day her son and son-in-law would recover.

You are telling the truth, right?" The therapist turned his head sharply, "Frank and Alice will be back to normal today, right?"

"Smith never tells lies." Ryan smiled and walked to the bed surrounded by floral curtains.

(End of this chapter)