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"Yeah, it was the same as before..."

Hearing the faint dejection in his voice, Manus was somewhat surprised.

In the past, when Bellows mentioned staying with his mother at St. Mungo's, he had never shown much negative emotion.

Mrs. Travers had not only fallen seriously ill a month or two ago. It had been years. No matter how devastated or unable to accept it he had been at first, after years of constant companionship, he should have grown used to it. There might still be some negative feelings, but they should not have been so obvious.

Had something happened to Mrs. Travers?

No, that could not be right. After taking his Potions, Mrs. Travers's physical condition would not worsen again before next winter. Her soul injury had remained stable for so many years, so there was no reason for it to suddenly deteriorate.

More importantly, if that were the case, Bellows was being far too calm.

"Did something happen during this holiday?"

After thinking for a moment, Bellows finally sighed and explained what had put him in such a poor mood.

"It's not really anything major..."

It truly was not a major matter. It was simply that elective classes would begin this term, and Bellows had inevitably done some career planning over the holiday. Then he realized that, in the future, he would no longer be able to care for his mother as constantly as before. That was all. He felt a little sad.

It was something bound to happen, sooner or later.

Mrs. Travers had been hospitalized at St. Mungo's all this time. Although St. Mungo's could not offer a treatment that would completely cure her, maintaining her current state of health still required the efforts of St. Mungo's healers.

Otherwise, if a patient could only stay awake for