Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

It was July 16th, and the weather was gloomy like frosted eggplants.

Hoffa, who had gotten up early, yawned, walked around the path surrounded by green trees, and walked towards the pale old castle in the distance.

For some reason, going to work is always associated with being sleepy. Although he has not yet sat in the office, Hoffa yawns all the time just looking at the old castle in the distance.

Around you can see some tinkers like Edward Scissorhands trimming shears on the plants and mending them into various shapes, and some old wizards with wrinkled faces like avocados are pestering walking sticks on the path. The tortoise walked fast, with all kinds of medical equipment stuck in it.

St Mungo’s Hospital was founded by Mungo Bohan in London, England at the end of the sixteenth century or the beginning of the seventeenth century. It is the most important and perhaps the only large-scale comprehensive hospital for magical injuries and diseases in the magic world. The symbol of the hospital is a bone and a magic wand crossing.

Saying hello to the nurse all the way, Hoffa came to his office on the first floor.

After entering Saint Mungo’s Hospital, Hoffa saw all kinds of patients suffering from various magical injuries. Some patients had an arm growing on their heads, some were running around dragging a lizard’s tail, and even the entire upper body was wrapped in ice. The gods in the world. (His lips are opened and closed, and no one else knows what he is talking about.)

Visitors from various consultation wards and floors rushed through the crowd, and therapists in dark green robes hurriedly walked.

In the reception area there is a table marked "Information Desk".

He sat down behind the table, and soon a man with a few dense plants on his head sat down opposite Hoffa with a sad face.

Hoffa was taken aback by the color and asked, "Excuse me, can I help you?"

"Give me a proof that I was cursed by someone else."

The man desperately said: "Hair has turned into leaves."

"Ok......"

Hoffa quickly pulled out a list and wrote a few words.

"Reverse Cursed Injury Division, on the fifth floor, find Doctor Bode. Fill in your name here."

"how much is it?"

The green-headed man asked sadly.

"Thirty Yin Kexi, if you are hospitalized. 10 Yin Kexi is not hospitalized."

Hoffa replied, "By the way, how did you do this?"

"My wife cheated, I went to catch the adulterer, but I never beat the adulterer..."

The man briefly told a tearful story, handed Hoffa thirty silver Kexis, turned around, took the slip, and walked to the elevator.

Looking at the other side's bleak back, Hoffa suddenly felt that there would be no harm if there was no contrast. Thinking about it this way, his life seemed to be pretty good.

Yes, this is Hoffa's job.

His job at St. Mungo is simple, that is, arranging beds for various patients and assigning them to various areas. If you encounter an emergency, you must also schedule the location of the hospital bed and help the patient contact the doctor to prevent confusion and unfortunate incidents.

Location is important, but it is also very busy. Especially in this war-torn era, scheduling beds is an extremely busy job.

He didn't want to do this job, but it was the only job that could be done without a wand.

Hoffa's original purpose of agreeing to Aglaia's internship in the hospital was very simple. He wanted to obtain a new system reward, the magic fragment or the great theology of the system reward.

But when he really came to this hospital, he realized that he took it for granted.

The system did give him a hint when he arrived at St. Mungo, but the size of the hospital was far beyond his imagination.

The entire hospital has six floors and three basements, which add up to nine floors. Except for the shop and tea room on the top floor, which is semi-open, all other places are basically free from entry.

Not to mention the dispensing and experimental areas at the bottom of the hospital, it's not that an intern can go in casually.

This made him feel frustrated. After coming to Saint Mungo for a month, the exploration degree reached 30%, and the remaining exploration degree did not make any progress. This won't be rewarded until the year of the monkey.

But when he discovered the problem, it was too late, and Aglaia had already gone home.

She didn't tell herself what her family did in Saint Mungo, so Hoffa didn't have a good way to resign from this position.

But tonight’s Aglaia’s birthday, this is a good opportunity.

He intends to quit his job tonight, and quickly spend the rest of the summer vacation to find a small wizarding secret realm, preferably the size of the nine and three-quarters station, the wizard who can be rewarded with just a few steps Mystery.

......

......

After sending away the hapless sad man, another figure appeared at Hoffa's table, and he knocked on the table.

Hoffa looked up, but it was not a patient who appeared at his desk this time, but a bald short man with a big belly. He was dressed in a suit and dressed not like a wizard, but like a Muggle manager. His stubby fingers crossed his chest, like an old penguin.

He stared at Hoffa sullenly, as if trying to pick a puncture from his clothes.

"Good morning, Mr. Bolton."

Hoffa said cautiously.

The man's name was Kerrigan Bolton, who was the director of the hospital's logistics department, who was in charge of potions and herbal rations. The immediate boss who appeared in his nightmare early in the morning, Hoffa believed that he had a nightmare, and he was at least 50% responsible.

Sure enough, the man drew out a list with stubby fingers.

Snapped!

Throwing it on the table, his face was very bad.

Glancing at the list, Hoffa knew what he was doing.

Kerrigan Bolton: "You approved Hannah Kent's hospitalization application yesterday?"

Hoffa: "Yes, Mr. Bolton."

"At the price of thirty silver Kexi?"

Hoffa hesitated for a moment: "No."

"Asshole!"

The big fat man in front of him stood up all of a sudden, as he had in his dream, his lower abdomen trembled, and he walked to Hoffa angrily.

"How did I tell you? Thirty silver Kexi a day. This is the standard. If you don't meet this standard, you are not allowed to stay!"

"She's a Muggle, where can I get 30 silver Kexi?" Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"Muggles, don't Muggles have any pounds?"

Kerrigan Bolton waved his arms excitedly.

"Or you don't even understand the most basic currency exchange. Oh my god, it was like this today, it was like this yesterday, and it was like this the day before yesterday. Do you have to let me come once a day to be happy...?"

Hoffa turned his head, frowning unhappy.

Kerrigan Bolton is considered to be a man who scored his internship. This man's biggest hobby is not to molest beautiful nurses or bragging with colleagues. His biggest hobby is to stare at himself and pull his pigtails.

Hoffa still remembered that when he first entered the hospital, he looked like a big boss, publicly questioning his image and whether he could be competent for this post to deal with various wizard patients.

(Your eyes are "weird and scary", do you want to find a doctor to treat it first.)

This is what he said on the first day.

It is rumored that a nephew who graduated from the seventh grade wanted this job, but was accidentally rejected by himself, which made him particularly unpleasant.

However, Hoffa did not confirm the authenticity of this kind of thing, and he felt unnecessary. But during the month of his internship, this annoying guy really made him quite unhappy.

"look at me!"

Said the chunky man.

Hoffa turned his head and spoke extremely fast: "She was cursed with a vicious tentacles by a black wizard, and she got dragon pox. When she was sent by the Ministry of Magic to abuse the team of the Department of Magic, she was going to die. I asked her for money..."

"First, pay, money, and then live, courtyard!"

The man gritted his teeth and said word by word. "This is the rules, the hospital rules, Bach!"

Hoffa silently squinted at his rosacea.

Kerrigan Bolton: "I just checked the ugly woman's account. Her treatment cost is as high as seventeen gallons, and she can't afford the money at all! She only has two pounds and fifteen pence all over her body!"

Hoffa said: "My work regulations say that if Muggles are cursed, I should solve the problem quickly and unconditionally. I don't think my behavior violates the code."

"That's normal!"

Bolton almost jumped up.

"I told you the first day you came, now there is a war outside, bastard! Do you know how tight the beds are now, do you know how much a bed is worth?"

Bolton's stubby fingers banged the tabletop.

"We are a hospital, not a charity! Don't let me see any Muggle hospitalization slips that shouldn't be approved in front of me, understand!?"

Hoffa suppressed the urge in his heart to beat the man into a pig's head, and reluctantly nodded.

"Damn, who are these people." Krigan Bolton jumped off his chair and strode to the door: "As stupid as a donkey, I can't tell you how to say it..."

The voice disappeared from the corner, and several female nurses who went to the morning shift looked at Hoffa sympathetically.

He looked at the list on the table, silent.

This is the reason why he hates going to work. After the initial freshness, he has to face all kinds of inferior bosses. Compared with him, Tom Riddle is cute.

If it was normal, Hoffa might still argue with this penguin.

But tonight he is going to say goodbye to Aglaia, to find other wizarding secret realms.

At this point, he didn't want to make trouble with the people in the hospital. After all, the work was introduced by others, and he didn't want to make it difficult for others to do.

......

Ding Dong...

The hospital door turned, and a wizard with a bandage on his arm pushed the door towards Hoffa.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued his journey of reception for a new day.

Lunch time came in a blink of an eye, Hoffa rubbed his eyes, dragged his tired body, poured a glass of water, and was going to have lunch on the street next to him. He felt that a day’s work would consume more than ten dark wizards. It's even bigger.

Hoffa doesn't like the homemade meals in the hospital. He always finds it weird to eat with a group of people with long hands on his head, and he is afraid that when he is eating, he sees the penguin boy in Bolton and gets upset.

Entering and leaving the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is very similar to the partition wall that you must pass through to enter Platform 9 and 3/4, you only need to go through a glass window. You can come to a dilapidated factory with no one.

Passing through this workshop, you can come to the Muggle world outside.

At this moment, the world of Muggles is full of turmoil, and there is not much color to speak of.

Military trucks rumbling across the street quickly drove by, raising the choking dust. Soldiers wearing helmets and standard weapons patrolled the streets in stride.

Due to the fall of France, the stammers of the King of England, George VI, and Albert Windsor were played over and over from the speakers on the street.

"At...at such a severe moment...maybe...maybe it is a critical moment for the survival of the country... ...To convey...this news...we are forced to get involved in conflict...we must protect ourselves and our country...we must...will win...

Hoffa bought a newspaper for two pence and walked to the lunch vendor on the side of the street.

Here, groups of war refugees are lining up to buy food. They are in tattered clothes and look numb and desperate.

If you didn't say that this was London, Hoffa would almost think he had come to Mumbai. The whole city is very different from the prosperous one when I just crossed over two years ago.

History is always rising, but it is also spiraling. Now is the low point of civilization.

Lined up to buy a simple pickle sandwich, he was eating simple food while reading the newspaper.

Germany has already beaten France down, and is planning a war against Britain. There are countless verbal criticisms in the newspapers and constant scolding.

Life is not easy...

Hoffa swallowed the not-so-delicious sandwich, folded the newspaper, and sighed, the restlessness of the wand in his heart growing stronger after he left.

He has to quit his job quickly to find a new wizarding mystery.

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......

After lunch, just as Hoffa was about to return to the hospital, suddenly, an old-fashioned carriage stopped outside the broken building at the entrance of the hospital. Several people dressed as Ministry employees jumped from the carriage and carried the stretcher.

carriage?

Hoffa was taken aback. This is not common. Normal wizards go to St. Mungo to go to Floo or Apparition.

With such an ancient tool as a carriage, can it be said that the wounded can no longer withstand any more than conventional magical transport?

When they saw the hospital uniforms on Hoffa’s body, they immediately waved anxiously, "Hey, sir, help!"

Hoffa hurriedly approached and was shocked. Thanks to his many years of experience in the past two years, he was not shocked by the unlucky ghost lying on the stretcher in front of him.

This is a Muggle soldier with only half of his body left. He is wearing a blue military uniform. His body seems to have been cut diagonally by a sharp razor. The thigh and right forearm are gone. There are three crazy scratches in his lower abdomen, which can be seen. Slightly undulating organs inside.

The fracture was still hissing with blue smoke, and the scorched flesh seemed to be roasted by the soldering iron all the time.

The soldier was lying on the stretcher, his chest only wavying up and down, which was terrible.

"Quickly, take him to the therapist."

The member of the Ministry of Magic's Disaster and Accidents Division grabbed Hoffa by the collar and said anxiously: "Here is a Muggle soldier who was bitten by a fire dragon!"