Chapter 1166： The charm of Garonne

 Chapter 1166 The Charm of Galleons

 “This is what you are doing?”

Katrina, who had just left the sun room after morning exercise, was still wondering where everyone had gone today. When she went to the living room, she found everyone sitting on the sofa talking in whispers.

 “Hush, sit down first!”

Isobel made a "shush" gesture towards her sister, signaling Katrina to stop talking.

 “Mysterious.” Katrina muttered, and she soon knew what was going on.

Albert is discussing with Mrs. MacDougal how to disguise themselves as Bill and Fleur and go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies to "see a doctor" later.

Mrs. McDougal, who has worked at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for many years, knows the rules of the hospital better than most wizards. With the help of her experience, Albert can better complete the purpose of their trip.

 It took about an hour to finalize the entire planning process to ensure that there would be no surprises in the next actions.

Of course, the main reason for everyone's confidence in this is that Albert is willing to pay a generous reward, and I believe no one will refuse this windfall.

“I really don’t understand, why do you have to go to such trouble?” Katrina felt that this kind of thing could be easily solved by letting an owl send a letter.

Isobel obviously didn’t quite understand why Albert would do this.

“I think it’s necessary not to underestimate our enemies. Although Death Eaters are a bunch of brainless idiots, it doesn’t mean they can’t do bad things.”

“This matter involves Isobel and the baby in her belly, and we cannot afford the risk of messing up this matter.”

Albert took two glasses from the house elf, picked up the medicine bottle containing the compound potion, poured two cups of the compound potion into it, then took out a bottle from his pocket, and took out Bill and Fleur from the bottle. After the boiling potion gradually subsided, Albert handed the cup of compound potion with Fleur's hair to Mrs. McDougal.

 “Thank you, dear.” Isobel kissed Albert’s forehead. Although she felt that Albert was a little too worried, Isobel was still very moved.

Mrs. MacDougal took the cup of compound potion into the bathroom. When she came out, she had completely transformed into Fleur and put on the fitting clothes that Albert had prepared.

 “He really loves you!” Katrina whispered to Isobel.

Albert was willing to spend so much time and go around in such a big circle, all to ensure that Isobel could give birth to the child smoothly.

To be honest, she was jealous.

Mrs. McDougal turned her head to look at her two daughters, then turned her gaze to the bathroom, and sighed silently in her heart.

 “Let’s go.”

 After Albert came out of the bathroom, he had transformed into Bill. He nodded slightly towards Mrs. McDougal.

 The two quietly went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

The Magical Hospital is located in a remote neighborhood in London, disguised as an old-fashioned red brick department store by the Ministry of Magic.

"right here."

Albert stopped and glanced at the signboard of Taotao Co., Ltd., then his eyes fell on the big sign of "Closed for Renovation".

 There are several dummies wearing old clothes in the window next to them.

"Hello, we have an advance reservation at Mrs. Dale's." Albert walked to the window and said to the dummy inside.

The display window is the entrance to the Magical Hospital. To enter, you need to explain your intention to the dummy in the window of the department store. Since Scrimgeour strengthened the security measures at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the protection here has become tighter.

The dummy nodded slightly towards them and raised its connected fingers to indicate that they could enter.

 The two exchanged glances quickly and disappeared through the glass.

 They arrived at the waiting room of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

 There are many injured witches and wizards waiting in line for treatment.

As soon as he entered the waiting room, Albert felt that he was being watched. His eyes swept across the waiting room and inadvertently turned to a corner. There was a very secret room over there where several members of the Ministry of Magic's crisis response team were working. Secretly monitor patients who come to the hospital for medical treatment.

 Once a dark wizard with ulterior motives appears, they will be informed as soon as possible and receive reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic.

Albert ignored them and led Mrs. McDougal to the table with the words "Information Desk" on it. He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the fat blond witch opposite, smiling and saying his Purpose: "We have an appointment with Mrs. Dale in advance, at ten o'clock this morning."

“Turn right from the tea room on the sixth floor to the second clinic. I think Amiya is waiting for you.” The fat witch said with a smile towards the two of them.

The sixth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies is often used as a visitor's lounge or a shop to buy gifts for patients, but it is also here for pregnant women to be examined and expecting to give birth.

By the way, the sixth floor is also the cleanest and most comfortable place in the entire hospital, and there is a direct elevator for pregnant women and other seriously ill patients.

There were not many people in the tea room, and the store was even more empty. There was only an old woman taking a nap at the counter. Most wizards were not rich. They walked through the tea room and turned right to a treatment room with crisp white tiles.

 “Good morning, Mrs. Dale.”

Albert asked Mrs. McDougal to sit in the armchair in front of the therapist. He closed the door behind his back and quietly cast a distraction spell on the door to prevent anyone from disturbing them later.

“You wish to check whether Miss Delacour is pregnant?” Mrs. Dale picked up a medical record and looked at the couple who were about to get married in front of her with a smile.

To be honest, the therapists in the obstetrics department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies are very idle. The number of new generations in the British wizarding world has never been large, with an average of only two or three every month.

"No, we just want to see you. Long time no see, Amiya!" Mrs. McDougal made a shushing gesture towards the astonished brown-haired witch in front of her, handed over her ID, and introduced herself. , "I'm McDougal."

"Director McDougal?" Mrs. Dale moved her eyes away from the certificate and looked at the young man and woman in front of her in great surprise, "How could you...everyone thinks..."

"Due to some reasons, I can't go back to the hospital for the time being. By the way, this is Isobel's husband next to me."

"Albert Anderson, nice to meet you, Mrs. Dale." Albert stepped forward to shake hands with the other party, "Perhaps, you may have heard my name."

"Okay, but why are you..." Mrs. Dale still didn't understand what was going on.

“My wife is pregnant, but for some reason it is not convenient for her to come to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Maladies for examination, so we need your help.” Albert briefly introduced the reason for their visit.

“That’s it.” Mrs. Daisy nodded, probably understanding what was going on.

"In order not to cause you any trouble, we can only pretend to be like this to contact you." Mrs. McDougal said calmly: "If Albert shows up directly at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, I'm afraid there will be someone eating death tomorrow." A disciple comes to your door to cause trouble for you."

"Perhaps, you have heard that the Malfoys are seeking 10,000 Galleons for my life." Albert showed a rather helpless smile, "I know we may cause you trouble, but I still hope you can help us. Provide some help. Of course, we won’t be stingy in terms of remuneration.”

As he spoke, Albert took out a money bag with a traceless stretching spell from his pocket and placed it in front of Mrs. Dale.

"This is half the payment, including five hundred Galleons. After my child is born, we will pay the other half." Albert paused and continued, "Of course, for the safety of both parties, I don't want any other People know this.”

Albert took out a magic contract from his wallet and placed it in front of Mrs. Dale. He also grabbed a handful of galleons from it, made a gesture of invitation to the other party, and did not forget to explain: "Please don't worry, this The contract will be automatically terminated after one year."

"this…"

Mrs. Dale was knocked unconscious by Albert's money offensive.

There was no way, Albert was too generous and directly gave him a large sum of galleons, which was almost Mrs. Dale's salary for a year.

"I know this matter may make you a little embarrassed, but we will handle the matter well. As long as you are not exposed, there will be no problems." Mrs. McDougal continued: "If possible, we also hope that You can help convince Mary that she deserves the same treatment as you."

"You...are so generous!" Mrs. Dale said with a wry smile, "I don't seem to have any reason to refuse. It sounds like I've won the lottery."

 After carefully reading the contract on the parchment, she took the quill from Albert and signed her name on it.

 “Hey, what’s going on?”

Mrs. Dale found that when she was writing, a shallow wound seemed to open on her hand, but the wound quickly healed again. She finally realized that the contract signed with her own blood was no joke.

"When do you plan to come back? If you are late, you may lose your current position as director." Mrs. Dale did not get angry because of this, but breathed a sigh of relief. With the other party's caution, there would be no problem.

 Everyone likes Galleons, but no one wants to get in trouble for it.

"It's not possible now. I'll be targeted by Death Eaters when I come back, and I also need to take care of Isobel." Mrs. McDougal shook her head and said, "They are too young, and they probably don't have much experience in taking care of children."

"You are indeed very young. I heard that I just graduated from school." Mrs. Dale handed the parchment to Albert, "Is this all right?"

"Well, that's good!" Albert clicked on the contract with his wand, and the parchment burned instantly. The names originally signed by the two people with blood turned into red blood threads, wrapped around their arms, and then Gone.

 The contract is established!

"Wait a minute, I'm going to call Mary. She should be taking care of Mrs. Wilson next door." Mrs. Dale was about to call another therapist.

 “Wait a moment!” Albert touched the door lightly with his wand, lifting the spell on it.

"You are really vigilant, but you are right. This is good." Mrs. Dale had a new understanding of Albert's caution, and she quickly found another therapist who was in his forties or fifties.

The two of them have been in charge of this area and are considered to be the most experienced obstetric therapists in the entire British wizarding world.

 After listening to Mrs. Dale's words, Mrs. Mary was obviously a little confused by the incident, and her eyes moved back and forth between Mrs. Dale and McDougal.

"Okay Mary, I know there are some risks in this matter, but Mr. Anderson will minimize all risks, and for us, this matter is like winning the Daily Prophet Galleons Prize." Dale The lady reminded, "Opportunities are rare."

 After all, a thousand galleons is a considerable amount of wealth to most people.

 “You are right.” Mrs. Mary finally signed the magic contract.

 “Thank you very much, Mrs. Mary.”

Albert took out two marked small mirrors from his pocket, handed them to the two of them respectively and said: "This is a double-sided mirror. We will communicate through it in the future. A transformation spell has been cast on the back of the mirror. You can directly Leave a message above.”

“It’s such a practical little thing.” Mrs. Dale took the double-sided mirror and looked it up and down before putting it into her handbag.

"There is one more thing. I suggest you hide Galleons first and don't let others know about it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. After the one-year contract is automatically terminated, there will be no other worries." Ai Bert looked at the two of them and said seriously: "A year is not a long time."

 “You are very thoughtful.” Mrs. Mary smiled and stuffed the purse and mirror back into her pocket so that they could be put back into her handbag later.

"Then let's go first." After Albert and Mrs. McDoug completed their "inspection" at Mrs. Dale's place, they said goodbye and left.

"We are very lucky." Mrs. Mary looked at the two people's leaving figures and sighed softly: "However, that person is really rich. As far as I know, that person seems to be a Muggle. He used it like this For more money, even "Self-Defense Guide"..."

"Okay Mary, we'd better not talk about this matter, don't forget the contract." Mrs. Dale reminded, "This rich galleons are not for nothing. Once you break the contract, you will have to pay for it even if you don't die." Pay the price.”

“Everything is going well, what are you going to do next? I think you won’t expose this place, right?”

“No, Mr. Nico has other safe houses in the UK where we can meet them and receive treatment in the suitcase.” Albert arranged everything after looking for them.

"There's no harm in being cautious." Mrs. McDougal hesitated for a moment, then asked, "But in one breath..."

“I am not short of Galleons.” Albert explained with a smile, “I cooperated with my friends to open a shop in Diagon Alley, and I invented most of the dark magic defense props in the UK.”

 “That’s good.” Mrs. McDougal asked no more questions.

 She actually didn’t know that there was a reason why Albert chose today and this time to go to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

  He threw a bait to the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters. At this time, their attention was attracted by Kenneth, and no one would notice them at all.

 (End of this chapter)