Chapter 143

"Two thirds of the bones are broken, intracranial hemorrhage, organ dislocation, severe concussion, high amputation paralysis. Fortunately, this is St. Mungo's hospital. You didn't commit murder, Mr. Bach."

When the other party finished, Hoffa was motionless and expressionless.

So far, he thought that maybe he could go to the Ministry of magic to explore the wizard's secret place. Seriously, maybe I should go to Azkaban to explore the secret place, and I don't know how happy I am. I can have a few meals with Dementors...

just when Hoffa was in a mess, the president of St. Mungo hospital stood up, walked to the table, leaned on the table and said lazily:

"Burton lost my face, violated the rules of the hospital, and was greedy for ink The hospital's research funds for medical treatment have just been checked out recently, but I haven't started yet. You should take care of him for me first. It's really interesting. "

Hoffa looked up at the dean in a light way, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"When agraia introduced you, I was very optimistic about you. But I thought a Ravenclaw should be more calm. "

"What is punishment?" Hoffa asked mechanically.

"Oh, you may face several judicial procedures. After all, this is a society ruled by law. But it doesn't matter. "

Judicial process? indifferent? Hoffa wobbled in his chair, but the other side didn't give him a chance to talk.

Jacob waved his hand: "I'm curious that you should be about the same age as agraea."

"Well."

"How can you be so powerful?"

The dean of St. Mungo hospital leaned against the table and looked at Hoffa with interest, as if he were looking at a specimen.

"You're only 13."

Hoffa felt goose bumps. He released his hand like an electric shock, and the cat jumped on the ground: "excuse me, what is the judicial procedure?"

"Oh, no hurry."

The hospital director laughed and said, "agraia is my niece. She asked me to take you to the birthday party. I think it's obviously more important. What's the matter? Let's wait until the party is over. "

Hoffa was startled. He never thought that aglia was the niece of the Dean, and she even chose to let the Dean take her to the birthday party.

Is this guy from such a prominent family?

Then Jacob Bohan rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch.

"It's about time."

He straightened up and took Hoffa by the arm.

Directly a phantom moves, two people disappear in the air.

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Jacob takes Hoffa out of the mirage. He has not yet reflected from this inexplicable reversal. How come he is still in the office, ready to stand trial, and now he is coming to the party again.

James Bohan is very indifferent, he raised his neck, pointed to the distance, said: "that is the shamei's burrow."

Burrow?

Hoffa followed his fingers, half black.

This is also called a burrow?

In the night, he saw a huge manor towering in the dark. It has a pointed dome, and walls full of Parthenocissus, so it is located on the hillside, very imposing, solemn.

This is Hoffa's first visit to a classmate's home. But I don't know why, this feeling is not comfortable, even worse. Looking at the man holding his arm beside him, he thought of the shareholders in kriegen Burton's mouth and the soldier half bitten by the dragon. I also thought of the aristocratic families in England.

At the moment, he suddenly envies the future of Harry Potter. The relationship between him and Ron doesn't need to be mixed with too many foreign things, just friends.

Now it seems that there are too many factors that will affect their relationship. Family background, personality, gender, etc...

now agraia is still young, how about a little older? Can she still be normal, or can she be normal herself?

All sorts of thoughts came into his mind, and hoffmer quietly pushed the arm that held his arm away.

"And agraia?" He asked.

"I'll take you to change first." The man pointed to Hoffa and said, "you can't go to see her in your work clothes."

"Is it necessary?" Hoffa asked.

"If she's the only one, there's no need."

The man said gently. "But there are a lot of people today, and, let me remind you, my sister Alice is not a talkative woman."

His sister was agraia's mother, and Hoffa said nothing more.

They walked slowly into the manor on the cobblestone path on the hillside. Along the way, Hoffa saw wizard phantoms moving. When they saw Jacob Bohan, they nodded to him and said hello warmly.The president of St. Mungo hospital, of course, is famous.

But for Hoffa, those people all cast a curious look. He's still wearing plain blue and white overalls, in sharp contrast to the well-dressed wizards.

"Make yourself at home. They don't know agraia as well as you do." After entering the manor, the dean of Saint Mungo murmured.

There's a valet nearby to open the door for Hoffa.

This made him a little uncomfortable. He looked at the attendants who opened the door for him, at the red carpet with the bright lights in front of him, and at the strangers with big bellies, walking sticks and respectful bowing and nodding.

Somehow, he instinctively wanted to leave.

Hoffa doesn't know how a guy with excess energy like agraia can stand this kind of environment. Is it because it's Suffocated at home that it's so presumptuous at school.

He would rather have been invited to the Weasleys' burrow for a simple birthday party in the garden with friends he knew.

He thought it would be more interesting to see potato goblins and ghouls...

before Hoffa thought for a few seconds, James Bohan pushed him over an old man dressed as a housekeeper.

"Help Mr. Bach change his clothes." He said with a smile, "he's a friend of agraia."

The skinny old man in his tuxedo pushed his glasses and bowed in silence, so respectful that no one could find anything wrong with him, so professional that he was in a mess.

He followed the old man into the dressing room of the big house, where many maids and waiters shuttled in an orderly way. It felt like he came to the set of Downton manor.

The old man soon came to Hoffa with a large pile of clothes, unfolding and saying:

"there is no boy of your age in the castle, but fortunately, Mr. drasse has a lot of clothes left behind. Although the style is a little old, it's OK to wear them."

The tuxedo steward said, "what style do you like, Mr. Bach?"

"Call me Hoffa."

He said.

"Yes, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa... "Whatever you like, come on."

He straightened his hands like a submissive landlord servant girl.

The old housekeeper said nothing more, and quickly and quickly replaced Hoffa with a very elegant black retro dress.

After changing the clothes, Hoffa looks at himself in the mirror.

But I think of the day when I went to gulingge to cheat money two years ago. This challenge seems to come more suddenly than that one two years ago.

In those days, I just had to sit still and pretend to be a wolf with a big tail. Can I do the same today?

After changing clothes and walking out of the door, the director of San Mungo hospital nodded with satisfaction: "I now know why she had to let you come."

Hoffa laughed a little reluctantly. He didn't know whether it was because the dress was not his own or because the style was just like that. In a word, it was a little tight.

"Take him there." James Bohan said to the housekeeper.

He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and blinked. Somehow, it reminded him of Dumbledore.

The old man in his tuxedo nodded and said softly, "this way, Mr. Bach. Miss drasse has been talking about you for two summers."

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walking into the main hall of the castle, Hoffa can only describe this place with the air of moat and evil capitalism.

There are ancient crystal chandeliers suspended on the magical ceiling, which are bright and bright. The murals on the dome are comparable to Michelangelo's 30 years of hard work. On the huge arch, there are various statues of six winged angels.

The ground attendants shuttled back and forth, and countless silver plates were placed on the ice in the self-service position, each of which was as exquisite as a work of art. He also saw three or four house elves walking around in glass glasses.

At the entrance hall, there are a lot of gift boxes, which should be agraia's birthday gifts...

Hoffa can't help but sigh about the huge gap between the rich and the poor in society. At noon, he is still waiting in line on the street to buy sandwiches, and at night he can taste 50 kinds of seafood with his plate.

Even outside the World War II, these faces are still filled with warm smile. It's like living in the golden age of Taoyuan.

Thinking of the Black Friday, which ignited World War II, Hoffa seems to see a void in this brilliant light, which is the original sin, the original sin of mankind. This is not the road he wants, nor the truth that a wizard should pursue.

At this moment, there was a look in the crowd, and Hoffa stopped.

A sharp, eyes of the host is a middle-aged woman, she has long black hair, quite beautiful, she is wearing a black dress, temperament fiercely surrounded by the crowd, seems to want to use the eyes of Hoffa whole cut.

You can think of her identity with your toes.

Hoffa felt that his friend's mother did not seem to welcome him.Looking back, the old housekeeper stood on the stairs and whispered, "come with me."

Follow the spiral staircase all the way up. On the walls of the castle, there are many pictures or paintings. Those should be the portraits of the owner of this ancient castle.

After the housekeeper came to the third floor of the house, the voice of the downstairs conversation gradually disappeared, and the surrounding became very quiet. The protagonist in the wall painting has gradually become the girl he knows well.

Hoffa looked along the wall one by one. From these photos, he can clearly see the growing process of aglia, from the young girl with steamed bun face to the young girl with melon face.

Just looking at it, he found a problem.

Agraia is a girl with MEVA blood, but in all the photos, Hoffa can't see any other women with MEVA blood.

In the rows of photos on the wall, beside her, there is always a dignified woman with magnificent and black hair, who is the one I saw downstairs.

Although her mother is very beautiful, her appearance is not similar to that of aglia, and she has no blood of MEVA.

This made him frown. Hoffa couldn't help asking the housekeeper, "where's aglea's father?"

"Mr. dreises is on a business trip."

The housekeeper answered faintly. He opened a door, made a gesture of please, and then slowly stepped back.