Harry and the others followed the stairs down to the first floor of St. Mungo's. As they passed the waiting room, they ran straight into Neville and his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom.
Augusta Longbottom wore a shawl-like green robe and a hat decorated with a stuffed vulture, her style as unconventional as ever.
"Neville!" Harry raised a hand and called to him. "Are you here to visit Vizet?"
"Yeah..." Neville answered a little awkwardly. "And there's something else to do..."
"Something else?" Harry blinked, seeming to remember something. "Is it what you wrote to me about in that letter, saying you had to take care of your family, so you wouldn't be going to France with me?"
"Yes!" Neville nodded, his voice a little smaller than before.
Augusta Longbottom seemed to realize something, and her voice became much sterner. "Neville, haven't you told them about your parents?"
Harry and the others cried out in unison, "Your parents?"
Several patients who were still waiting heard the commotion from Harry and the others and turned to look over.
Neville felt those patients' gazes, and his expression grew embarrassed; sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
"This is nothing to be ashamed of!" Augusta Longbottom looked at Neville angrily. "They were warriors who fell before the dawn. We should be proud of that!"
She turned to look at Harry and the others, her tone full of pride as she said, "My son and daughter-in-law were tortured into madness by Death Eaters, but they never stopped resisting!"
Just then, the stuffed vulture on her head seemed to come alive and gave a short screech.
"We should go up." Augusta Longbottom let out a breath. "I believe it won't be long before they recover!"
"Neville, say goodbye to them!" She patted Neville on the shoulder. "We