Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

So he nodded: "I understand."

Then he looked at the people in front of him.

"Mrs. Longbottom, Neville, and Dean Olivia—please stay here."

As soon as he said this.

Mrs. Longbottom and Neville also immediately looked at him in confusion.

"Ryan, this is a conspiracy. You came to the hospital because of me. I can't..."

Neville opened his mouth eagerly to say something.

But Ryan interrupted him with a chuckle: "I understand."

"But...I actually think what the newspaper said is not wrong."

"...What?"

Neville, Mrs. Longbottom, and Mr. Shipcrat all looked at Ryan with some confusion after hearing this.

Only Dean Olivia sniffed the life magic in the air, and then showed a surprised expression as if she realized something.

"I say, what the newspaper said is not wrong."

At this moment, Ryan repeated what he had just said.

He looked at the wizards gathered at the door of the ward and felt the breath of life in the entire St. Mungo's Hospital - the seed of abundance and sufficient magic in his body allowed him to do this.

And just as Mr. Hebercrat said, a large number of wizards gathered in the waiting area of ​​St. Mungo's Hospital at this time.

Ryan seemed to be able to smell a conspiracy.

There was not much trace of magic in that conspiracy; it was just a manipulation of power to maintain one's self-perceived nobility.

Just like the pure-blood families themselves.

This is also what many people have reminded Ryan of in the past period of time.

The title of Heir of Hufflepuff represents more than just glory and fame.

And then there are the troubles and conspiracies that come with it - there are always people lurking in the shadows.

Especially his enemies, who will prevent Ryan from taking this honor.

but...

“No one can stop it.”

Ryan murmured in his heart.

Although he still didn't quite understand why Dumbledore promoted him to the wizarding world as the 'heir of Hufflepuff' - the old wizard said it was to gain him great fame, but Ryan actually didn't know what the meaning of that fame was.

But he was certain of one thing.

That is the title of Heir of Hufflepuff...

"It belongs to me."

While murmuring, Ryan took slow steps.

He came to the windowsill at the edge of the room.

The winter snow outside the window has not melted yet, and everything is still withering.

"Taking away all the sickness and suffering at St. Mungo's—that sounds wonderful indeed."

"As evidence to justify the name of 'Heir of Hufflepuff'... it's very suitable!"

he said with a smile.

Then he slowly stretched out his fingers and tapped the windowsill.

"clatter!"

The voice sounded.

"Buzz!"

Outside the windowsill, the bouquet of flowers that had withered after the cold winter bloomed again.

So, inside St. Mungo's Hospital...

Miracles began to happen.

Chapter 119: Miracles belong to St. Mungo! Witness the greatness! (3K, first update)

Huck Appleby joined the waiting room crowd.

The wizard had an ordinary appearance and a gloomy expression.

He was a reporter and writer for the Daily Nunkey, and now he was waiting for news - news that the Heir of Hufflepuff had left St. Mungo's Hospital.

He had already prepared the headline of the news in his mind: "Not Great - Ryan Elias, the Selfish Man Who Stole Hufflepuff's Treasure."

He is very skilled at this kind of reporting and this is not the first time he has done it.

At first, he was very resistant.

But now, he has gradually become numb.

The ambitions I had when I just graduated from Hogwarts have long been worn down by the long life.

So much so that even when he heard the word 'Hufflepuff', which was once a word of pride for him, he could not get excited at all.

He has a wife and a lovely three-year-old daughter.

They needed enough Galleons to live - and the financial backer behind the Naki Daily was the pure-blood family 'Dohorov Family'. They had a bad temper and a very bad reputation, but the compensation they paid was indeed quite generous.

"Only one report is needed, 75 Galleons..."

Huck Appleby thought.

But he couldn't help but think of his wife.

That gentle witch who was also from Hufflepuff family - ever since he was hired by the Nacky Daily, her relationship with him seemed to have gradually become somewhat distant.

She obviously knew why her husband did this, so she never complained.

But her heart was growing weary... and Huck could sense it.

"No - Mia she'll understand, it's just work."

With this in mind, Huck stopped thinking about it.

He knows what he's doing.

It is no secret now that the Dohorov family has a grudge against Ryan Elias.

After the reputation of the heir of Hufflepuff became known, Ryan's previous duels with the young wizards of Slytherin, especially the miserable defeat of poor Mr. McCall Dohoroff, became a hot topic of discussion.

Many people even believed that Mr. Elias might have inherited part of the Hufflepuff heritage at that time - this would explain why he was so outstanding.

of course.

All these discussions are a great shame for the Dokhorov family!

"That's why we're here today—they're suppressing Ryan Elias, and they're trying to destroy the image of the 'Hufflepuff heir' created by Dumbledore."

Huck knew this, of course.

but...

"I'm just trying my best for my lovely Adele. As for Ryan Elias...even if I wasn't there, the pure-blood families wouldn't let him go. There would be someone else."

Huck murmured in his heart.

"It's just his bad luck that he got into trouble with the pure-blood families - and with Dumbledore protecting him, at least he won't be harmed too badly."

He told himself this.

As for the title of 'Great Heir of Hufflepuff'?

"Great...what's so great about it?"

He had already disdained it.

Although he had longed to be called that in the past - who doesn't yearn for greatness?

But after seeing too much of the intrigues in the wizarding world and too much of what the pure-blood families were secretly controlling.

He had long understood that so-called greatness was not something that people like him should consider.

"After you finish this report, buy Mia a bunch of lilies... She'll love them. Maybe we can even enjoy a nice meal."

He thought to himself, and then his eyes glanced to the side.

Not far from him sat a patient with a huge wound on his hand, which was said to have been accidentally scratched while watering the blade tree in his flower garden.

"He must not have used enough blade softener, which made the blade tree uncomfortable, so it cut him."

Huck thought to himself.

But he suddenly felt a little nostalgic - he hadn't grown his favorite magical plants for many years... They had lived in poverty in the past few years, and the semi-basement room did not have enough sunlight to nourish them.

At the thought of this, Huck felt a slight pain in his waist - as if he was back to the days when he had to bend down and crawl underground every time he went home.

But the next moment...

"Ok?"

Huck Appleby watched in disbelief.

The patient waiting for treatment next to him had a hideous scar on his arm...which was healing very quickly!

Granulation tissue grew on the surface of his wound, and then healed into a new piece of skin in just a few breaths.

And it's not just him.

Huck Appleby could see it.

A worried witch holds her child in her arms - her child has a huge boil on his face and looks very weak.

But at this moment, the child suddenly woke up.

The boils on her face quickly subsided and disappeared.