A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 532 No one can make you feel inferior without your consent!

Hermione's anger was not without reason.

Ron will only ever see the results: 20,000 Galleons, the Italian Magic Medal, and immense fame...

These things seem easy to obtain, but he cannot see the danger behind them.

Last year, during the events in Paris, France, Ron repeatedly asked Hermione for details.

He wanted to argue that if he had stayed with William, he could have stopped Arya and become the youngest recipient of the Medal of Valor!

Today, it's the same again.

In Ron's view, a dragon over a hundred meters long was no different from a fire dragon over ten meters long.

Just give him some strong sleeping pills.

He was almost about to say: "Isn't it something you can do with your hands?"

At home, Ron had to be compared to so many outstanding older brothers; by Harry's side, as his best friend, he was also so famous.

William is such a genius... even before Ron met him, he already held the title of the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

This further discouraged him from trying to catch up.

But Hermione is different.

As one of his few close friends, Ron didn't like her much from the start, thinking she was just a bookworm.

So what if you get good grades?

Ron didn't think Hermione was much stronger than him in actual combat; she just had a good memory.

But her and William's several trips brought them immense fame, even making them more famous worldwide than Harry Potter.

Ron could tolerate Harry being the center of attention for wizards wherever he went; he could openly admit that William was someone he could never catch up with.

But he couldn't accept it immediately... Hermione, who was originally as unknown as him, was becoming more and more famous.

This is a kind of inexplicable psychological gap.

In short, it can be described in one word—jealousy.

Hermione might understand, but that doesn't mean she can accept it.

Because that so-called fame was not what she wanted, but rather an added burden after each life-threatening ordeal.

This kind of life-threatening danger is different from the "danger" at school.

Most of the "dangers" at the school are under Dumbledore's control, making them relatively safe.

William is there as a safety net. In recent years, apart from teachers dying, no students have died.

But Paris and Venice are not like Hogwarts. Those are true death traps; an accident, or a wrong guess... can kill more than just one or two people.

But Ron... couldn't see any of this.

As they walked, none of them mentioned the unpleasantness from earlier; instead, they started talking about the Quidditch World Cup.

Charlie, a 50-year Scottish football fan, still hopes Scotland can win the title this year.

In the previous World Cup, Scottish Seeker Hector Lamont narrowly missed the Golden Snitch, losing by a margin of thirty points.

But William doesn't have high hopes for Scotland, and of course, he has even less faith in the defending Canadian champions.

To put it more bluntly: two weak teams fighting each other, they'll probably struggle to even reach the quarterfinals, let alone win the championship.

As they were about to part, William gave them these words of advice:

"Charlie, when you go back, please tell Mr. Weasley that Bertha has been seriously injured and is in the hospital."

Please ask him to inform Bertha's superior... Mr. Ludo Bagman.

"Bertha Jorkins?" Charlie nodded. "I understand. I'll pass on the message."

Bertha is an official of the Ministry of Magic, and it is both proper and logical for her to inform Ludo about this.

As for the final determination, that's up to Minister Fauci.

If he accepts Voldemort's plan as quickly as Clegane, then everyone will be happy.

If he is unwilling to accept it, William may have to consider... the selection of the next minister.

A good Ministry of Magic should plan ahead; if things get desperate, the Ministry of Magic is basically useless.

In this regard, William favored Scrinker, the Auror's office director.

Charlie headed downstairs, while William and Hermione continued down the fifth-floor corridor.

Soon, they arrived at Jenas Sitch's ward.

The so-called Jenas Sitch Ward is a closed ward in the Department of Curses Injury.

Its doors are usually locked to prevent patients from wandering around.

The patients in this ward all suffered permanent brain damage from a curse. If Bertha's treatment is ineffective, she will also be transferred here.

William, holding his wand, uttered "Open the Alohomora," and the door opened.

A somber-faced, gloomy-looking wizard lay on the opposite bed, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

Don't let this wizard's unusual appearance fool you; he's actually an expert in "magic hemp".

It is said that he and Professor Babuji were alumni, both graduating from Clayton University.

Professor Babuji was less skilled and went to Hogwarts to teach ancient runes.

Meanwhile, the wizard continued his studies of advanced knowledge.

He attempted to define magic as the fifth force between microscopic particles.

Further research is needed to understand the connections and unification among the five forces, and to find a grand unified theory that can unify and explain the five interacting forces!

Then, after thirty years of painstaking research, he was hospitalized forever.

How can it be a tragic word!

"Long time no see, William. Have you two come to visit the Longbottoms?"

Mrs. Straw, sitting in her chair, said with a smile.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Straw," Hermione said softly.

Melanie Straw is in charge of caring for the hospital's long-term patients; she is a very gentle witch.

During the summer after their first year of high school, William and Hermione stayed at St. Mungo's for a while because of the Gringotts incident.

It was around that time that I met Neville, so I often come here.

The two beds at the other end of the ward were surrounded by floral curtains.

That's where the Longbottoms are, Neville's parents.

They suffered the Crucifixion curse and eventually went mad.

Upon hearing the sound, the curtain in the distance was suddenly pulled open, revealing Mrs. Longbottom's aged and stern face.

She wore a green robe and a pointed hat decorated with a specimen of a vulture.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Longbottom," William nodded in acknowledgment.

Upon seeing William and Hermione, the old man's expression softened.

"Good afternoon, William and Hermione. Neville, come and see who's here."

Neville was holding a bowl and feeding his mother little by little with a spoon.

Seeing the two of them suddenly brought me immense joy.

"What are you doing here? Have you had lunch yet?"

Neville pointed to a table on the side, where there was a large lunchbox full of food.

He invited in an expectant tone, "If you haven't eaten yet, you can have something here."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded as well.

William and Hermione did not refuse and sat around the small table to eat a simple meal.

After dinner, Mrs. Longbottom lulled the Longbottoms to sleep, and the group left the room.

Instead of leaving the hospital immediately, they sat down in the corridor.

Mrs. Longbottom asked the two why they were there. William brought up Bertha's matter.

"That idiot Ludo," Mrs. Longbottom scoffed. "Giving the sports department a day off right before the World Cup."

"Back then, Crouch said that Ludo coming to work at the Ministry of Magic would be the beginning of misfortune for the Ministry... and he was right."

"Of course, Crouch is also a complete idiot."

Mrs. Longbottom wrapped her robe tighter, seemingly a little cold.

Mentioning Crouch, she leaned back on the bench with a hint of dejection, her eyes half-closed, seemingly tired.

Seeing that his grandmother had fallen asleep, Nawi, who was afraid of her, became more talkative.

"Are you two hurt? I read in the newspaper that Venice is ruined," Neville asked with concern.

"No, I brought you a gift." William blinked and pulled out a model gondola.

"Thanks." Neville took it, clearly quite pleased with it.

Have you guys seen Ron?

William nodded: "I've met him, but the meeting didn't go very well."

“Indeed,” Neville said in a low voice. “He’s been in a terrible mood lately. I ran into Ginny the last time, and she was crying.”

"Ron even asked me what I was doing at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts. He asked me many times out of curiosity and even secretly followed me, but I managed to shake him off..."

Neville's face darkened. He didn't like his classmates knowing about his parents.

"What?" Mrs. Longbottom suddenly opened her eyes and said sharply:

Why don't you tell your friends about your parents, Navee?

What are you afraid of? Do you feel inferior?

Neville took a deep breath, looked down at the gondola, and shook his head.

"Hmph, there's nothing shameful about it!" Mrs. Longbottom said haughtily.

"Child, remember... no one can make you feel inferior without your consent!"

Mrs. Longbottom criticized for a while, then dozed off again.

Neville dared not say anything more, fearing that his grandmother was pretending to be asleep.

"Neville, are you going to the Quidditch World Cup?" William changed the subject.

"Grandma doesn't want to go," Neville said pitifully. "She didn't buy a ticket."

"You can come with us," Hermione suggested. "We can get extra tickets."

"But..." Neville hesitated.

William gestured toward Mrs. Longbottom.

Neville opened his mouth, as if he were constipated, and after five minutes of trying to speak, his face turned purple, but he still didn't dare to say anything.

Hermione was about to speak up when William took her hand and shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Longbottom may not have been unwilling to buy a ticket; she was simply waiting for Neville to speak up.

If a Gryffindor doesn't even have the courage to speak up... they should probably be transferred to another hospital as soon as possible.

In any case, in Mrs. Longbottom's view:

Whether you go to Badger House or drop out and go home; whether you go to Green Serpent House or enter Azkaban... it doesn't matter which way you go.

"Grandma, can I come with you? To see the Quidditch World Cup?" Neville's voice was barely audible, but he managed to say it anyway.

Mrs. Longbottom gave a barely audible "hmm".

"Alright, let's go." William stood up with a smile.

After the three left, Mrs. Longbottom opened her tightly closed eyes and a smile appeared on her lips.

However, it disappeared very quickly.

Of course she's not going.

Because Minerva is definitely there!

Just a few decades ago, I lost a tiny amount of Galleons to her in a betting match.

As for why he always mentions it every time we meet?

Minerva McGonagall, the stingy one!

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