No One Can Make You Feel Inferior Without Your Consent!

Hermione's anger was not without reason.

Ron will only ever see the results: 20,000 Galleon, the Italy Order of Magic, and immense fame...

These things seemed easy to obtain, but he couldn't see the dangers behind them.

Last year, France the events in Paris, Ron repeatedly asked Hermione for details.

He wanted to argue that if he had stayed with William, he could have stopped Arya and become the youngest recipient of the Medal of Valor!

Today, it's the same again.

In Ron's view, a dragon over a hundred meters long was no different from a fire dragon over ten meters long.

Just give them some strong sleeping pills.

He was practically saying, "Isn't it enough to just have hands?"

At home, Ron had to be compared to so many outstanding older brothers; by Harry's side, as his best friend, he was also so famous.

William is such a genius... even before Ron met him, he already held the title of the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

This further discouraged him from trying to catch up.

But Hermione is different.

As one of her few close friends, Ron didn't like her much from the start, thinking she was just a bookworm.

So what if you get good grades?

Ron didn't think Hermione was much stronger than him in actual combat; she just had a good memory.

But her trips with William brought her immense fame, making her even more famous worldwide Harry Potter.

Ron could tolerate Harry being the center of attention among wizards wherever he went; he could openly admit that William was someone he could never catch up to.

But he couldn't accept it immediately... Hermione, who was originally as unknown as him, was becoming increasingly famous.

This is a kind of inexplicable psychological letdown.

In short, it can be described in one word—jealousy.

Hermione might understand, but that doesn't mean she can accept it.

Because that so-called fame was not what she wanted, but rather an added burden after each life-threatening ordeal.

This kind of life-threatening danger is different from the "danger" at school.

Most of the "dangers" at the school are under Dumbledore's control, making them relatively safe.

There's also William as a safety net. In recent years, apart from teachers dying, no students have died.

But Paris and Venice are not like Hogwarts. They are truly desperate situations where an accident or a wrong guess... can kill more than just one or two people.

But Ron... couldn't see any of this.

As they walked, none of them mentioned the unpleasantness from earlier; instead, they started talking about the Quidditch World Cup.

Charlie, a 50-year Scotland football fan, still hopes Scotland can win the title this year.

In the previous Quidditch World Cup, Scotland Seeker Hector Munter narrowly missed the Golden Snitch, losing by a margin of thirty points.

But William doesn't have high hopes for Scotland, and certainly not for the defending Canada champions.

To put it more bluntly: two weak teams fighting each other, they'll probably struggle to even reach the quarterfinals, let alone win the championship.

As they were about to part, William gave them these words of advice:

"Charlie, when you go back, please tell Mr. Weasley that Bertha has been seriously injured and is in the hospital."

Ask him to inform Bertha's superior... Mr. Bagman. Ludo Bagman.

"Bertha Thinking?" Charlie nodded. "I understand. I'll pass on the message."

Bertha is an official of the Ministry of Magic, and it is both proper and logical for her to inform Ludo.

As for the final determination of its nature, that's up to Minister Fudge.

If he accepts Voldemort's plan as quickly as Cregan, then everyone will be happy.

If he is unwilling to accept this, William may need to consider... the selection of the next minister.

A good Ministry of Magic should plan ahead; if things get desperate, the Ministry of Magic is basically useless.

In this regard, William favored Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office.

Charlie headed downstairs, while William and Hermione continued down the fifth-floor corridor.

Soon, they arrived at Jenas Sitch's ward.

The so-called Jenas Sitch Ward is a closed ward within the Spell Damage Department.

Its doors are usually locked to prevent patients from wandering around.

The patients in this ward all suffered permanent brain damage from a curse. If Bertha's treatment is ineffective, she will also be transferred here.

William, wand in hand, uttered "Alohomora!" and the door opened.

A somber-faced, gloomy-looking wizard lay on the opposite bed, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

Don't let this wizard's unusual appearance fool you; he's actually a master of "magic magic."

It is said that he and Professor Burbage were alumni, both graduating from Claydon University.

Professor Burbage was less skilled and went to Hogwarts to teach Ancient Runes.

The wizard, however, continued his studies of advanced knowledge.

He attempted to define magic as the fifth force interacting between microscopic particles.

Further research is needed into the connections and unification among the five forces, in order to find a grand unified theory that can unify and explain the five interacting forces!

Then, after thirty years of painstaking research, he was hospitalized forever.

It was utterly tragic!

"Long time no see, William. Have you two come to visit the Longbottoms?"

Mrs. Strout, seated in her chair, smiled and spoke.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Strout," Hermione said softly.

Melanie Straw is in charge of caring for the hospital's long-term patients; she is a very gentle witch.

During the summer after their first year of high school, William and Hermione stayed at St. Mungo's's for a while because of the Gringotts incident.

It was around that time that I met Neville, so I often come here.

The two beds at the other end of the ward were surrounded by floral curtains.

That's where the Longbottoms are, Neville's parents.

They suffered under the Cruciatus Curse and eventually went mad.

Upon hearing the sound, the curtain in the distance was suddenly pulled open, revealing Mrs. Longbottom's aged and stern face.

She wore a green robe, and her pointed hat was decorated with a specimen of a vulture.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Longbottom." William nodded in acknowledgment.

Upon seeing William and Hermione, the old man's expression softened.

"William, Hermione, good afternoon. Neville, come and see who's here."

Neville was holding a bowl and feeding his mother little by little with a spoon.

Seeing the two of them suddenly brought me immense joy.

What are you doing here? Have you had lunch yet?

Neville pointed to a table on the side, where there was a large lunchbox full of food.

He invited in an expectant tone, "If you haven't eaten yet, you can have something here."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded in agreement.

William and Hermione did not refuse and sat around the small table to eat a simple meal.

After dinner, Longbottoms lulled the Mrs. Longbottom to sleep, and the group left the room.

They didn't leave the hospital immediately, but sat down in the corridor.

Mrs. Longbottom asked the two why they were there. William brought up Bertha's matter.

"That idiot Ludo," Mrs. Longbottom scoffed. "Giving the Department of Magical Games and Sports a day off right before the Quidditch World Cup."

"Back then, Crouch said that Ludo coming to work for the Ministry of Magic Ministry of Magic be the beginning of its misfortune... and he was right."

"Of course, Crouch is also a complete idiot."

Mrs. Longbottom wrapped her robe tighter, seemingly a little cold.

Mentioning Crouch, she leaned back on the bench, somewhat listless, her eyes half-closed, seemingly tired.

Seeing that his grandmother had fallen asleep, Neville, who was afraid of her, became more talkative.

"Are you two hurt? I read in the newspaper that Venice is ruined," Neville asked with concern.

"No, I brought you a gift." William blinked and pulled out a model gondola.

"Thank you." Neville took it, clearly quite pleased with it.

Have you guys seen Ron?

William nodded. "I've met him, but the meeting didn't go very well."

"Indeed," Neville said in a low voice. "He's been in a terrible mood lately. I ran into Ginny the last time, and she was crying."

"Ron even asked me what I was doing at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He asked me many times out of curiosity and even secretly followed me, but I managed to shake him off..."

Neville's face darkened. He didn't like his classmates knowing about his parents.

"What?" Mrs. Longbottom suddenly opened her eyes and said sharply:

Why don't you tell your friends about your parents, Neville?

What are you afraid of? Do you feel inferior?

Neville took a deep breath, looked down at the gondola, and shook his head.

"Hmph, there's nothing shameful about it!" Mrs. Longbottom said haughtily.

"Child, remember... no one can make you feel inferior without your consent!"

Mrs. Longbottom criticized for a while, then dozed off again.

Neville dared not say anything more, afraid that his grandmother was pretending to be asleep.

"Neville, are you going to the Quidditch World Cup?" William changed the subject.

"Grandma doesn't want to go," Neville said pitifully. "She didn't buy a ticket."

"You can come with us," Hermione suggested. "We can get extra tickets."

"But..." Neville hesitated.

William gestured toward Mrs. Longbottom.

Neville opened his mouth, as if he were constipated, and after five minutes of trying to speak, his face turning purple, he still didn't dare to say a word.

Hermione was about to speak up when William took her hand and shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Longbottom may not have been unwilling to buy a ticket; she was simply waiting for Neville to speak up.

A Gryffindor doesn't even have the courage to speak... should probably be transferred to another hospital as soon as possible.

In any case, in Mrs. Longbottom's view:

Whether you go to Silly Hufflepuff House or drop out and go home; whether you go to Green Slytherin or enter Azkaban... it doesn't matter which way you go.

"Grandma, can I come with you? To watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Neville's voice was barely audible, but he managed to say it anyway.

Mrs. Longbottom gave a barely audible "hmm".

"Alright, let's go." William smiled and stood up.

After the three left, Mrs. Longbottom opened her tightly closed eyes, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

However, it disappeared very quickly.

Of course she's not going.

Because Minerva is definitely there!

Didn't I lose a tiny bit of Galleon to her in a betting match just a few decades ago?

As for why he always mentions it every time we meet?

Minerva McGonagall!

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