The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 327 Neville's Secret

The next morning, Mo Bai and Hermione went back to school and took Neville and the others for a morning run. They made their presence felt under Umbridge's eyes before returning to the manor to go to St. Mungo's with them.

In addition to them, Moody Tonks, Sirius Heart and other people who stayed in the manor also went there, forming a huge group.

Speaking of which, this is also Mo Bai's first time to come to the only hospital in the British magical world.

The variety of diseases there opened his eyes.

Mr. Weasley was in the biological injury department on the second floor. He was lying on the innermost bed with half of his body wrapped in bandages.

Seeing them, Mr. Weasley smiled pleasantly and raised his good arm in greeting.

"How are you, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley kissed his cheek. "You still look rather haggard."

"Not bad. I'll be able to go home once my wounds heal."

"How long will it take, Dad?" Ginny sat beside him obediently.

"I don't know yet. It seems that there is a special ingredient in the snake's venom that can prevent wounds from healing. But they believe they can find an antidote. They said they have seen worse cases than mine."

Mr. Weasley was optimistic and happily talked to his family.

But when asked where he was injured, he always changed the subject.

Apparently this is a secret of the Order of the Phoenix.

Seeing this, Hermione secretly pulled Mo Bai aside.

"Do you know why Mr. Weasley was injured?"

Mo Bai smiled and tapped her nose, "Curiosity is getting the better of you again? Hiss..."

He didn't expect Hermione to bite him directly, and looked at him fiercely.

"Say or not..."

The finger in her mouth made her voice a little slurred.

"You are the future minister. Would you mind saving your face if others saw you doing this?"

"Humph."

Hermione opened her mouth to let go of his fingers, then picked them up again and rubbed them in her palm, still not letting go of them in her mouth.

"I told you to keep me in suspense!"

"How do you know I know?"

"Who can hide it from you~"

Hermione glanced at him, "Don't you have an undercover agent next to Voldemort?"

Mo Bai smiled indulgently, "It's a little complicated to explain."

"About the prophecy."

"The prophecy that Harry is the savior?"

Mo Bai nodded, "The tragedy of Harry's family happened because the prophecy was heard by someone and told to Voldemort. Voldemort wanted to kill the child in the prophecy in its infancy."

"But he failed," Hermione replied.

"Yes, and he knew that the person who eavesdropped on the prophecy only heard the first half and was driven out by Old Deng who discovered him at the time."

“So now he is eager to know the full content of the prophecy, fearing that he will repeat the same mistakes and fall into the trap of the prophecy again.”

Hermione pouted, "So, what does this have to do with Mr. Weasley's injury?"

"There is a department in the Ministry of Magic called the Department of Mysteries. Inside it is a room called the Hall of Prophecy. All prophecies are made into prophecy balls and locked inside."

"If Voldemort wanted to know the prophecy, he had to go there to steal it. Dumbledore also knew about this, so he sent people from the Order of the Phoenix to patrol there in rotation every day."

"And then he was attacked? Doesn't that mean that the prophecy was obtained by Voldemort?!"

Mo Bai shook his head.

"What the Ministry of Magic is doing now is exactly what he would like to see, so Voldemort will not easily show up and expose his existence."

"Apparently he just let his snake check out the situation."

"Poor Mr. Weasley," Hermione sighed.

This incident was followed by Christmas.

Harry and his friends simply decided not to go back to school and spent the holiday directly at Mo Bai's house.

Mo Bai readily agreed.

Sirius looked very happy, he hadn't celebrated Christmas for a long time.

Not to mention that he is now a free man, surrounded by his close comrades and beloved godson.

He hummed Christmas carols and walked briskly as he hung the colorful ropes himself.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger also came, and they were chatting with Hermione in a corner.

I don't know what they were talking about, but Hermione's pretty face suddenly turned red and she kept shaking her head.

"No, mom, don't talk nonsense. Bai is a gentleman."

But his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Mo Bai who was reading a book not far away.

Mo Bai looked up as if he sensed something, and the moment their eyes met, Hermione quickly looked away.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and met Mr. Granger's slightly murderous gaze.

Mo Bai smiled politely and Mr. Granger snorted.

On the other side, Harry and Ginny were both a little absent-minded.

Most importantly, Cho and Cedric were home for Christmas.

Ron was jumping around and busying around Amy, but was always ignored by her.

Dinner will naturally be prepared by Chef Mo Bai, but he now has a kitchen assistant... Amy.

As a genuine master, he certainly doesn't just teach cultivation, cooking is also a compulsory course.

Speaking of which, apart from her blonde hair and blue eyes, Amy has been completely transformed into an Oriental by Mo Bai.

Of course, they would not forget Mr. Weasley.

The next day, they went to the hospital carrying special food boxes.

Then an intern used Muggle methods to suture Mr. Weasley's wound without authorization, and Mrs. Weasley scolded her husband severely.

Even Hermione had to admit that Muggle sutures were of little use against wounds caused by magic like this.

Moreover, the biggest reason why Mr. Weasley got scolded was that he used this method because he was curious about all things Muggle.

Looking at the smoke in the room, the younger ones looked at each other and walked out.

"There's a tea room here, right?"

Mo Bai recalled the house number on the first floor.

"On the sixth floor."

Hermione responded immediately, hugging his arm as if to take credit.

"I knew you would care about this."

Harry, Ron and Ginny looked at each other. Was it too late for them to go back now?

When everyone reached the fifth floor, they met an unexpected person.

"Neville?!"

Neville came up with his grandmother.

When he saw them, his whole body shook, his round face turned purple, and he looked like he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

This kid wasn't like this before. He glanced at the house number on this floor.

[Spell Damage Department]

"Is this your friend? Neville, little darling?" His grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom, had a kind expression but an arrogant attitude, and walked over with Neville.

"Oh? Harry Potter." As expected of a celebrity, Mrs. Longbottom noticed him as soon as she looked up. "Neville told me about you. He spoke very highly of you."

"Ah, thanks."

Neville looked at the ground and said nothing.

"You two must be Weasleys," Mrs. Longbottom extended her hand to Ron and Ginny again, "I don't know your parents very well, but they are both good people."

Finally, he set his sights on Mo Bai and Hermione, and his expression suddenly became much friendlier. "You must be Mo Bai and Hermione Granger."

"Neville talks about you the most at home. Thank you for everything you have done for Neville."

Mrs. Longbottom stared at Hermione's face, "I'm counting on you, little girl."

The smile on Mo Bai's face grew wider.

His purpose in establishing the Darkness Army is certainly not just to gain the power of the students, but more importantly, the reputation of the parents behind them, although it is only a latent force now.

But afterwards it was definitely a big help.

It seems that the effect is temporarily good.

"Neville, what are you doing here? Is someone in your family hurt?"

Ron looked at Neville curiously.

Neville pursed his lips tightly.

"What?" Mrs. Longbottom turned around and asked sharply, "You haven't told your friends about your parents, Neville?"

Neville took a deep breath, pinched his face together, and shook his head.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" Mrs. Longbottom looked angry. "You should be proud! They sacrificed their health and sanity, not to be ashamed of their only son!"

"I do not have……"

Neville's voice was weak.

Mrs. Longbottom held her head high and spoke to them proudly.

"My son and daughter-in-law were tortured to death by the mysterious man's men!"