Chapter 295

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Go to St. Mungo's Hospital, Knight Bus!!

When the old woman of Longbottom listened to Neville's excited words, she did not show a trace of joy on her face, but looked directly at Peter with her eyes.

"Peter, can you guarantee that your words are true and valid?" Don't blame me for not trusting you, after so many blows, we've given up hope! Can't afford to be disappointed again! "

Old Lady Longbottom looked solemnly at Peter, her eyes sharp, wanting to hear the assurance.

Peter was not angry at her distrust, after all, a fifteen-year-old young man who suddenly ran away would have doubted that he could cure a disease that everyone else was helpless to do.

He smiled at her and said, "Mrs. Longbottom, I'm not joking, and I don't need to joke about it!" If it's any other illness I really can't do anything about it, but in terms of memory, I do have a way! I happened to learn some techniques from Professor Lockhart last semester that should work for the Longbottoms! "

"Lockhart, the guy who wrote the novel?" Didn't you say you were admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital? "

Old Lady Longbottom said incredulously.

"Professor Lockhart, though not very good in character, is indeed a memory master! In my blackmail… Without consulting him, he taught me everything he had learned from his memory spells! "

Peter smiled and said, "So I still have some confidence in the treatment of the Longbottoms!" This is also a generous gift to my lady, who has lent me precious books. "

"Grandma, you let Peter give it a try!"

Neville couldn't resist exhorting. Mrs. Longbottom looked at her grandson with expectant eyes, and finally agreed to let Peter try it.

The next day, the Longbottom family went out.

Uncharacteristically, Neville actively ran outside the manor and extended his wand to summon the knight bus.

"Do you really believe he can cure Frank and Alice?" Isn't that a joke! "

Alge looked at Peter in front of him and whispered to Old Lady Longbottom.

He and his wife, who came back late last night, expressed doubts about the matter.

"Dumbledore said Peter was an amazing kid, and since he said there was a cure, I'd like to believe him once, and hopefully he'll have a miracle on Frank and Alice!"

Old Lady Longbottom said firmly, and then looked at him, "If there is no miracle in the end, we can't blame him, after all, he is also well-intentioned!" "

"Also, it doesn't hurt to believe it again, we've been disappointed so many times, it's better than no hope!"

Algi nodded and said.

Peter heard the conversation from behind and a smile appeared on his face.

Although he is well-intentioned, if the other party does not accept it, it is better to stand by and save resentment.

Just after walking to the door of the manor, Peter looked back at the entire manor, although he looked a little depressed, he could still see the background of being one of the divine twenty-eight pure-blood families.

I also felt that there was a lot of magic arranged around the manor, protecting the whole manor like an iron barrel!

Peter looked at the Muggle settlement in the distance and asked Neville curiously, "Can the Muggles on the other side see this manor?" "

"No, my grandmother said that the manor was magical, and that it was just a dilapidated house in muggle view, and even if a Muggle came over curiously, he would suddenly think of something urgent and leave."

Neville said.

"Muggle Expulsion Curse!" It's really a lot of magic! "

Peter nodded.

"You know so much!"

Neville looked at Peter adoringly.

"As long as you study more, you will understand more in the future!"

Peter patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

Peter watched Neville stretch out his wand on the side of the road and asked curiously, "Are you summoning the Knight Bus?" Why not choose Flying Road Network, it should be more effective than this! "

"It was okay, but Uncle Algi said that the Ministry of Magic had suddenly become under martial law these days, especially since the flying net to St. Mungo's Hospital had been shut down, so it was only possible to take the knight's bus."

Neville replied.

"Martial law? Is something wrong? "

Peter asked.

"I don't know, Uncle Algi said that the Ministry of Magic seemed to be arresting someone, but it didn't make people loud!"

Neville shook his head and said.

"Arrest someone?"

Peter pondered, could it be Blake who escaped?

He had been a guest at Longbottom Manor for nearly half a month, and it was now early August, and the Weasleys who had traveled to Egypt should have returned.

But it's none of his business, Blake's business is left to Harry Potter, and he doesn't need to be involved

After a while, with a deafening thud, a tall red car suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, as if flashing.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or witches in distress. Just stretch out your wand and get in the car and we can take you wherever you want to go. My name is Stansan Parker and I'm your conductor. "

A conductor in a purple uniform, about eighteen years old, with a pair of large fan-eared ears and a few small pimples on his face, jumped down and said skillfully.

Then, after looking up at Peter, he shouted in surprise, "Peter York! "

"Do you recognize me?"

Peter asked in surprise.

"Who doesn't know the genius student peter York of Slytherin!" I was Stansan Parker, a Hufflepuff graduate last year, and it was a pleasure to host both of them! Please get in the car! "

Stansan Parker said enthusiastically.

"Please wait, there are three more in the back!"

Neville quickly reminded.

"I see, let's get in the car and find a good position!"

Stansan Parker invited the two up, then got out of the car and waited.

Peter led Neville inside the car, where a traceless stretching spell was cast and a dozen bunk beds were placed.

Without a seat, Peter simply took Neville to the bed, and then the three of them got into the car.

Perhaps there was the majestic presence of the old lady of Longbottom, the conductor who had always been quick-talking, but also became very little talkative, charged the fare for the ride, and hurried back to the front of the car.

"Ern, drive!"

Stansan Parker urged.

"Oh yes, drive!"

The driver, who had just taken a nap, woke up like a dream, wore glasses with thick positive lenses, and then slammed on the accelerator.

The driver didn't seem to be very good at mastering the steering wheel, one moment left and one moment right, on a straight road, always crashing into the sidewalk and street lights.

But the magiced car hit nothing.

Rows of lampposts, letterboxes, and trash cans, when the car drove by, all jumped to avoid it, and when it drove past, it returned to its original position.

Peter looked at the scene outside the car and thought it was quite interesting, and the bus did not know how to transform it.

Before Peter could return the favor, he exclaimed, "St. Mungo's Hospital has arrived!" "

He woke Peter up.

As the group walked down, Stansan Parker enthusiastically shouted to Peter as he left, "Welcome to the bus next time, Peter York!" "

Then the bus directly popped and disappeared in the eyes of everyone.