Chapter 23

Darren originally didn't want to go to St. Mungo's.

But the noble Betty girl didn't care about his decision at all; she wouldn't listen to anything he said, and finally just grabbed him and Apparated directly to St. Mungo's.

Simply tsundere to the extreme!

"Hmph, I just don't want to watch you die suddenly!"

Betty snorted coldly.

Pushed Darren into St. Mungo's Hospital.

The liveliness of St. Mungo's Hospital was no less than that of Diagon Alley.

The people here were injured in strange ways.

Darren even saw a wizard with antlers on his head come here, asking if he would die if he cut them off directly.

There were also people running here while twisting their waists exaggeratedly.

"Oh my god, please let me stop, I'm exhausted, really exhausted!"

Hiss!

I don't know what kind of magic this is, so miserable...

[Ding, detected a scene for the Saint Father System to function near the host. Now releasing a temporary task:

Eavesdrop on the conversation between Mrs. Longbottom and the doctor, then walk to the hospital payment point and deposit the thirty thousand gold Galleons Betty gave into the Longbottom couple's account.

And say the sentence, "I am just an ordinary person who is unknown; please do not publicize my appearance, thank you."]

[Ding, after completing the task, gain Voldemort's bloodline (on the night of torturing Lily, Voldemort's bloodline was lost a little bit silently). Do you accept?]

Ah, this?

He didn't really care much about thirty thousand gold Galleons.

He was mainly marveling at that Voldemort bloodline.

What is meant by "the night of torturing Lily"?

He remembered Dumbledore saying that Lily was captured and tortured by Death Eaters.

How did Voldemort get involved in this?

And... lost bloodline?

No, why can't he understand it?

Is the remaining stuff something Darren can see without paying?

[Accept!]

Although very shocked, Darren still accepted it quickly.

He looked around.

Neville's grandmother should be around here.

"Neville, go talk to your mom and dad."

Just when Darren was searching anxiously, he heard a familiar name.

Looking in the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, he saw Neville and his grandmother.

Mrs. Longbottom was already very old.

Her face was full of wrinkles, her mouth turned down, and she looked hard to get along with.

She was currently ordering Neville to go into the ward first, while she stayed outside and talked to the doctor about something.

Darren took advantage of Betty looking for the physician's office and quietly crept over to listen.

"Mrs. Longbottom, the medical expenses are not enough again... Yes, yes, I know they did it for the magic world... The hospital is not a charity... Alright, then please find a way as soon as possible."

The doctor left in a hurry.

Mrs. Longbottom lowered her head and sobbed loudly, then quickly returned to her previous expression and walked into the ward calmly.

"Let's go, what are you looking at here?"

Betty grabbed Darren's clothes and pulled him out of the corner where he was eavesdropping.

Darren shook his head.

He was just sighing that there were people in the magic world who couldn't afford medical treatment.

Not to mention that they were heroes back then.

No wonder Neville's first wand was his father's wand.

The official story was that he wanted to become the kind of person his father was; maybe his family was really poor.

Although the Longbottom family is considered one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, only Neville's uncle Algie is left to support the family.

And he also has to support two younger brothers and sisters-in-law living in St. Mungo's; it's clearly living beyond their means.

He wasn't in a hurry to donate money to the Longbottom account right now; Betty was following him.

This Slytherin girl is already suspicious; if he donates in front of her, she might think he is grandstanding, which would be counterproductive.

Although he is grandstanding, it's thirty thousand gold Galleons!

He doesn't want to be evaluated like that.

"We're here, this is it; I made an appointment with Mr. Paskett to check you. Mr. Paskett is also my uncle, a famous physician at St. Mungo's!"

Betty's tone was a bit showy.

Darren rolled his eyes secretly.

He followed Betty into Mr. Paskett's office.

There was only one patient left here; after seeing them walk in, he quickly stood up and left.

"Oh, noble Miss Greengrass, I'm very happy for your visit!"

When Paskett saw Betty, he greeted her excitedly, seemingly wanting to hug Betty, but Betty frowned and dodged it.

"Paskett, I hope you can be more serious; there are outsiders here."

She pulled Darren out from behind her.

Darren smiled "shyly" at Paskett.

"Oh, I don't know which family's young master this is, to make you, Betty, care so much?"

Paskett touched Darren with his wand, joking with Betty.

Betty snorted, answered "none of your business," and kept her gaze on Darren.

"Well, apart from being a bit malnourished, everything else is healthy. Other examinations require touching the magic core, which requires this gentleman's consent."

Paskett smiled and put down his wand.

He knew Betty's personality; she wouldn't stay with any wizard who wasn't a pureblood.

So this little gentleman should be a young master from some family.

He didn't dare to touch these noble young masters' magic cores casually; that would lead to being sued into bankruptcy by these nobles.

"Are you sure?"

Betty raised her voice.

Paskett ignored her.

How could his expertise not be accurate?

"How could this be?"

Betty muttered with a frown.

But she didn't say anything, said goodbye to Paskett, and brought Darren out.

"Little brat, as your future senior, I'll give you a piece of advice:

Don't tell anyone about your experience this time, especially don't say you've been hit by a death curse; forget all this, understand?"

Except for Harry Potter, no one can survive a death curse.

Harry Potter protected the magic world, and Dumbledore hid him, which allowed him to be safe and sound.

But this little brat didn't have such good luck.

If people knew about his situation, he might disappear from the magic world tomorrow.

"I'll go back and deal with that guy as soon as possible; don't let it slip yourself. If you lose your life then, it's not my fault, hmph!"