Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

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In fact, Ryan believed that Voldemort did not really care much about werewolves - he also advocated pure-bloodism, and he mostly used werewolves for his own benefit.

So, Ryan's guess is...

"Lucius Malfoy no longer enjoys the trust of Voldemort and the pure-blood families because of what happened in Diagon Alley, and has even been placed under house arrest... He's trying to prove his support for pure-bloodism in this way to clear their suspicions?"

He thought so, but then he felt that this guess was not reasonable.

If Lucius Malfoy wanted to prove his loyalty, there was no need for him to target werewolves - werewolves were obviously too dangerous compared to ordinary Muggle wizards.

Based on Ryan's understanding of Lucius, there was no reason for him to do such a dangerous thing.

"..."

But obviously.

Lucius Malfoy's sudden actions were not the subject of today's discussion.

Ryan and Dean Olivia chatted while they soon arrived at the ward on the third floor.

At this moment, a circle of therapists had gathered outside the ward.

"Dean, Counselor Elias."

After seeing Ryan and Dean Olivia, they all greeted them excitedly.

Ryan and Dean Olivia were naturally not surprised by this.

Yes - after last year's treatment, especially after 'The Miracle at St. Mungo's'.

Ryan became a special consultant to St. Mungo's Hospital.

At first, some therapists may feel uncomfortable with him because of his age.

But after he repeatedly came to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment, his attainments in life magic acquired from Hufflepuff had naturally been recognized by all the hospital's therapists.

Naturally, they began to address him as 'Counselor Elias'.

"Hippocrates, are you all ready?"

At this moment, Dean Olivia also asked in a deep voice.

"Ready."

Hibercrat nodded: "We will be prepared outside in case of emergency..."

"There won't be any need for that!"

He was halfway through his words when a loud voice came.

Ryan turned his head and saw a burly man with a goatee walking towards him.

He looks quite similar to Frank Longbottom, but has a tougher demeanor.

Behind him, Ryan could also see a witch with a gentle face.

"Hello! I'm Albert Longbottom, you can call me Algie."

The wizard's voice was booming.

In fact, Ryan had already guessed his identity - Neville's uncle, Albert Longbottom.

Well...the one who gave him the toad 'Lai Fu'.

"Mr. Elias, I've been wanting to see you for a long time."

"But my mother always thought I was impatient... I'm not impatient at all - I'm just concerned about Frank's affairs..."

"You don't know, I've watched him grow weaker and weaker over the years. It's so hurtful. Fortunately, Gnar has been very successful recently..."

He thought quietly.

"Now, shut up, Algie—you talk too much, and I told you not to drink before you came to the hospital."

At this moment, the witch behind him also stood up.

"Hurry up and get Mr. Elias and Dean Olivia in... Mother said if you delay treatment any longer, she'll throw you into the sink downstairs to sober you up!"

Her words were so vicious that they reminded Ryan of Mrs. Longbottom—she seemed to be the same as that lady when she was young.

"I suppose you must be Miss Enid?"

So he naturally guessed the other person's identity - Enid Longbottom, Albert's wife.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Elias - I have to thank you for taking care of Nar and Frank..."

Enid said sincerely.

"Oh, you don't have to say that... Neville is my friend, it's just what I should do, and - you can just call me Ryan."

Ryan had heard a long time ago that Neville's uncle and aunt had a very good relationship with his parents, and treated him very well, almost treating him as their own son.

"Okay, Ryan... I'll be accommodating then."

Enid said.

"I'd like to ask, regarding this treatment...how confident are you?"

She asked, her voice trembling. "I mean—I heard they'll treat souls and try to reconcile them... Does that sound dangerous?"

After hearing her words, Ryan also smiled.

"About this..."

"What are you afraid of!?"

But before he could finish his words, Albert, who had obviously been drinking before coming here, interrupted their conversation.

"Don't put pressure on Ryan... Frank and Alice—they'd definitely rather be dead than be in this situation again."

He spoke in a loud voice.

But Ryan could hear the trembling in the strong man's words - in fact, his body was shaking at the moment, and his face was flushed red.

And considering that the other party had been drinking before coming here... Ryan understood that the entanglement and struggle in his heart was no less than that of his wife.

"All right."

At this moment, a voice came from the room.

"How long are you going to keep Ryan outside the door? You are just amateurs, so don't make trouble here!"

The stern voice naturally came from old Madam Longbottom.

At this moment, Neville was standing beside her, supporting his grandmother.

"Yes, mother."

So Albert and Enid immediately made way.

Ryan was finally able to enter the ward.

At this time, the beds belonging to the Longbottom couple had been separated.

"Ryan."

At this moment, Mrs. Longbottom, who had come into contact with Ryan many times, also spoke softly.

"Don't mind what Algie and Enid say, they're just nervous—I know you, you don't do anything you're not sure of, especially when it comes to your friends."

The old lady spoke calmly.

"I just wanted to invite you—after Frank and Alice have recovered, perhaps you would like to come to the Longbottoms' Christmas dinner this year?"

She was so inviting.

"Of course, Mrs. Longbottom."

Ryan naturally did not hesitate.

He could actually see it.

Mrs. Longbottom said this.

But from the position of the red crocodile leather handbag on her body, it can be seen that she is no less nervous than her eldest son and daughter-in-law - she usually holds the handbag with her right hand, but today she switched to her left hand.

Ryan even noticed that there were marks on the tips of her right fingernails, which meant that she must have clenched her fists hard and worriedly more than once today.

This is always the case with people.

Courageous, true warriors adapt to the long darkness—they fight it bravely, never getting tired.

Despair could not defeat them.

But when real hope comes, they will be burned by the overly bright light.

It's not that they are afraid of hope.

Quite the opposite—it’s simply because that glimmer of hope is too precious, too important.

They can endure darkness.

But they were unwilling to lose that only, last ray of light.

Chapter 175 When Love Returns from the Dark Mist

Frank Longbottom felt as if he were surrounded by a dark fog.

He walked hurriedly in the fog - or maybe he didn't walk, he just stayed where he was.

He couldn't feel anything.