Angry Kate

"So, those guys haven't forgotten about us."

"So, if Augusta Longbottom and Neville are like that, then they all know about you and Kate, right?" Penelope with a curious look.

The Ryan she knew, normally, the healer and the headmaster of St. Mungo's's, should have forgotten everything long ago.

Although they will still remember Smith, they will not remember specifically who that Smith was.

They couldn't even say that Smith had solved it.

But now, judging from Kate and Ryan's conversation, they don't seem to have been forgotten.

It's important to know that the Longbottom family has close ties with the Order of the Phoenix.

And the person Ryan least wanted to be associated with was undoubtedly that person.

The Greatest White Wizard — Albus Dumbledore.

She still remembers Ryan's joke at the time, "You ask me why I don't want to hang around in front of Dumbledore?"

Penelope, open your eyes and look, you're talking about me, aren't you?

Alluring, a poppy-like presence.

I'm worried Dumbledore his mind, and then—ugh!

In the real world, Ryan also answered, "They are Longbottom."

I anticipated that they wouldn't mention anything related to Smith.

Longbottom had always known Smith.

"That's true, Longbottom and Smith are from the same source." Penelope said with a smile, covering her face, to hide her earlier reverie.

Are all Britain this brave?

"That Jackson actually cursed himself." Phoebe, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly exclaimed.

"Wasn't Jackson already close to death?"

So they planted a seed of distrust in Little Fudge, then attacked his colleagues, trying to drag everyone who knew about personality-altering magic down to hell. Kate blinked her big eyes in confusion.

"Didn't you notice that Jackson's symptoms were organ failure?"

"And the curse he planted on Bode also caused organ failure." Phoebe raised an eyebrow unhappily.

She had always disliked Kate.

In her view, Kate, this flat-chested dwarf, was nothing more than an add-on for Penelope.

But in front of her, he always acts like the lady of the house.

No, that's not true!

There's another possibility, didn't Rita Skeeter also say that?

He and Bode had Dumbledore- like relationship.

He must want to die at the same time and in the same way as his lover, Bode. Kate stood up angrily.

How dare a mere France, Pixie, spout nonsense in front of her!

"It seems the name Rita Skeeter is indeed not an exaggeration. You are just as stupid as her!"

No, you're even dumber!

"Who are you talking about! Phlegm!"

"Guess who I'm talking about?"

Dwarf woman!

You know more than Rita Skeeter.

That old Jackson thinks he'll be resurrected in that Little Fudge soon.

The idea of them committing suicide together is completely unfounded.

Are you too young, causing your brain to develop abnormally?

I remember you were quite a fan of Dumbledore.

Didn't Skeeter's use of the Dumbledore relationship bring you to your senses?

"Dumbledore is a thing of the past for me!"

I stopped idolizing him a long time ago!

"Penelope, Ryan, look at Phoebe!" Kate blinked her big round eyes and looked at Ryan and Kate.

The two of them were hugging each other, happily eating watermelon.

"Alright, alright," Ryan stood up, walked over to Kate, and picked her up in his arms.

However, this was not because he favored Kate, but because, "Excuse me, Kate, Phoebe is right."

Given Jackson's physical capabilities, he could have lived to be at least a hundred years old.

It's not impossible for him to live to be two hundred years old.

He is a wizard who is very good at regulating his own mind.

That curse was indeed placed on Jackson himself.

He thought that no one would find out until his death.

"Haha, Kate the dwarf, I knew it—"

"Phoebe! Shh—" Ryan held Kate, who was struggling, with one hand, and raised his middle finger to signal Phoebe to shut up.

As for Phoebe, she gave a soft hum, flicked her silvery blonde hair, and sat back down in a corner of the sofa, becoming quiet.

"Ugh! That Phlegm!" Kate mumbled, burying her face in Ryan's chest.

"Hmm, it's Phoebe's fault. How dare she bully my sweet Kate?" With countless mushy words and Ryan's occasional gentle pats on the back to comfort her, Kate gradually calmed down.

Then Ryan added, "But Kate, you shouldn't have called Phoebe Phlegm."

Kate is a grown woman now, a mature woman. An elegant Britain lady wouldn't stoop to the level of petty arguments with a France.

Upon hearing the first part of the sentence, Kate was about to get angry, but the words 'mature adult,' 'elegant,' and 'Britain lady' all struck her heart deeply.

Kate, as if her bones had been pulled out, collapsed into Ryan's arms again.

Xia Fei's cheeks flushed, and she couldn't stop burying her little head in Ryan's arms.

Phoebe glanced at it with disgust, then casually pulled a book from the bookshelf behind her and started reading.

Penelope couldn't help but get goosebumps.

But her choice was different from Phoebe's. She picked up the newspaper and, while reading it, said, "St. Mungo's is really unreliable."

"If Ryan hadn't come, wouldn't Bode be dead for sure?"

"Haha! Penelope! St. Mungo's's is ours!" Kate proudly raised her little face, her round chin seemingly reaching the ceiling.

"We—no, I mean the Ryan family."

"Shameless—" Penelope said.

But a knowing smile crept across his lips.

"Ryan hasn't said anything yet!"

St. Mungo's is a hospital.

As a hospital, it's already quite good.

The receptionist in the waiting room on the first floor, and the therapist Strau in the newspaper, both dared to talk back to Ryan for the sake of their patients, even though they knew their jobs depended entirely on Ryan.

To them, Bode was just an ordinary Ministry of Magic employee who was hospitalized due to a work-related injury.

Their magical abilities are only high in healing.

It's perfectly normal not to notice the cursed item in the pillow.

You should know that this is a curse from a senior researcher of the Department of Mysteries.

This is also because the Ministry of Magic unilaterally concealed information about their employees.

Even the information about the work-related injury was unilaterally issued by the Ministry of Magic.

As a hospital St. Mungo's's has done a pretty good job, given that they didn't know the cause of the injury or the patient's specific information.

This can be seen from photos of Neville's parents.

Although her hair has turned white and she looks haggard due to occasional nightmares and amnesia.

But overall, it's clear that it has received excellent care.

That Augusta Longbottom isn't crazy.

If St. Mungo's were not good, why would they keep their son and son-in-law there?

"You agree, right, Ryan?" Kate, who considered St. Mungo's's as her own property, looked at Ryan.

"Yes, St. Mungo's is indeed very good." Ryan winked at Penelope secretly.