Chapter 918 (1/2)

In fact, the San Mungo magic hospital is worse than it would have been.

Ron was really angry when a medieval wizard like doctor said Ron had ”dead spot and high skin” disease.

After the traveling doctor pushed away other portraits, pursued Ron and pursued six portraits in a row, Ron asked angrily, ”what is that ghost disease?”

”It's a rare skin disease that can't be said, young master, which will make you full of acne and make you look more disgusting than you are now.”

”See who you're talking about!” Ron was red with anger.

”The only way to treat it is to tie a toad's liver tightly to your throat and stand in a bucket full of eel eyes during the full moon...”

”I don't get” dead spot and high skin ”disease at all

”But those dirty acne have damaged your appearance, young master...”

”That's just freckles!” Ron was mad at it. ”Now roll me back to your original portrait, the farther away you are, the better!”

The terrible treatment, anyway, in the eyes of others, all is not a smile.

Freckles?

Oh, it's a little bit more, and the Weasleys are all like this, but it's almost time for Fred and George to get rid of them, but Ron, it looks like, will have to endure for a few years.

Through your adolescence?

Well, it's really a tempting thing.

But Ron had to endure it before that.

Surprisingly, just on the fifth floor, Neville was accidentally encountered.

Van Lin recalled immediately that Neville's parents, the rumbatons, were also at San Mungo hospital, and, of course, it was supposed to be with gidero loharte.

But now professor loharte should be in the United States and not in the ward of the San Mungo hospital.

……

”Your friends? Neville! ”

Neville's grandmother said kindly, approaching them.

It was an old witch who looked terrible. She was wearing a green dress, a moth - infested fox skin, and a pointed cap with a full-fledged vulture.

This is a long-standing description of Neville. In the eyes of van Lin, Neville's grandmother is a typical traditional witch, and is different from the present, perfect wizard style.

”Hello, ma'am.” As van Lin politely said, several people responded to it and followed suit.

And Neville really wants a hole to drill down. A faint of dark purple rose to his fat face, and he did not look directly at any of them.

”Oh, yes,” said Neville, hesitating, meeting his friends in San Mungo, which Neville would not want to see.

No surprise, Neville's grandmother came and looked at Harry. It was very recognizable. The scar on Harry's forehead was very red these two days.