Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Bitten by a dragon?

Seeing the hideous and terrifying wound on the Muggle soldier, Hoffa was taken aback, and immediately ordered to the left and right: "You, hurry up, go to the registration, you bring him in, I'll call for treatment."

Seeing that this young man was calm, the employees of the Ministry of Magic seemed to have found the backbone. Get busy according to his instructions.

Hoffa walked through the glass wall and rushed back to the lobby of St Mungo's Hospital. He drew a stack of paper from under the table and hurriedly began to fill in information, preparing to arrange surgery for the wounded.

The group of Ministry of Magic employees also came in from the outside carrying a stretcher, and the surrounding nurses took a breath and surrounded them.

Hoffa filled in the information, and quickly separated the nurses and walked to the Ministry of Magic employees: "You, go to the Biological Injury Department on the second floor to find the Sme Suik therapist, hurry up!"

However, at this moment, there was a cold snort from outside the crowd.

"Wait."

Hoffa turned his head, and saw a short fat man parting from the crowd and walking slowly over. It was his boss, Krigan Bolton, the chunky penguin man he had just talked to in the morning.

"Wait a while later."

Hoffa turned his head, it was a matter of life, he didn't want to wrestle with him.

But his attitude undoubtedly pierced Kerrigan Bolton's nerves. He squinted his eyes: "What are you talking about, who allowed you to approve hospital orders indiscriminately?"

Hoffa ignored him and was going to resign tonight, he didn't want to make it too embarrassing.

Seeing that the Muggle soldier's breathing became weaker and harder, he pushed the employees of the Ministry of Magic and said, "Hurry up, go to the second floor, and leave it alone."

Several Ministry employees just raised their feet.

"Who dares to move!!"

The penguin man screamed like a cat stepped on his tail. He was furious and snatched the registration certificate from Hoffa. The few Ministry of Magic employees carrying the stretcher were taken aback.

The list was chopped away by short fingers.

"I don't care what his injury is, are you here by the rules?" Krigan Bolton stepped forward and repeated: "You, by the rules, by the rules, come, are you?"

His saliva was about to spray on Hoffa's chin.

Hoffa was furious: "He is going to die! Didn't you see this wound?"

Kerrigan Bolton, with a gloomy face, pressed to Hoffa's side, and whispered in a low voice: "Boy, I don't care who introduced you, but you have to follow the rules when doing things in St. Mungo! Learn a little!"

After he finished speaking, he pushed Hoffa away and looked at the employees of the Ministry of Magic, and said old-fashioned: "What is your relationship with the injured?"

Several Ministry of Magic employees were taken aback, "We are just doing things as ordered."

"The family of the injured, why don't they see anyone?" He asked righteously, "This operation is not a child's play. We must sign a liability agreement before we can proceed with the follow-up work."

Family members?

Several Ministry employees looked at each other and didn't seem to know what to say for a while.

Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore, the old man's procrastinating attitude was simply a waste of life. He grabbed the collar of Bolton Apothecary: "This is a Muggle, Muggle soldier! Do you want the sober Muggle to come to Saint Mungo to sign?"

"What is your attitude?"

The fat man glared at him, his nose hair trembled angrily.

Hoffa's arm energized, and he was lifted up little by little in the surprised look of the Penguin man.

"What do you want to do?" he scolded angrily.

Hoffa: "Schedule the operation, immediately!"

"What attitude do you want to be expelled?"

"Expulsion is expelled"

However, the tension between the two was interrupted by a Ministry of Magic employee who suddenly said, "No need."

Huo **** for a moment and looked at the employee.

The Ministry employee said, "He is dead."

Hoffa let go, squatted down and pressed the soldier's neck. The soldier who was bitten in half by the dragon breathed out his last breath, his eyes widened, and he stared at the ceiling in a daze. There is no more ups and downs in his chest, and he can't die anymore.

The surrounding nurses shook their heads, sighed a little, and then dispersed. In the war years, such things were all too common.

Hoffa stood up, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Kerrigan Bolton frowned and said, "Go ahead and let the people in the logistics department take care of it. Don't interfere with normal work here. Also, we won't accept Muggles during this time, and everyone else will come over."

Several Ministry employees screamed, appearing depressed.

Bolton straightened his tie, snorted to Hoffa in a low voice, and said, "Learn a little bit, understand!?"

These words were like sparks in an explosive barrel. The blood rushed towards the top door, and the adrenaline began to rise. Hoffa tilted his head and said, "He was originally, maybe he didn't need to die."

"Not dead? Who will not die?"

The man sneered: "Do you know France, do you know Belgium? Do you know Poland? People are dying every day in the world, thousands of people are dying every day, you go save it, can you save it?"

"You have to be responsible for this." Hoffa squeezed a few words through his teeth.

"Funny, I am responsible, what responsibility do I have? Who will be responsible for Mr. Bohan, who will be responsible for the shareholders, who will be responsible for their medical expenses, I warn you, since you came here, the hospital opened up because of you. Prove that at least 800 plus has been lost"

Snapped! !

His neck was held.

Immediately, Bolton saw a pair of scary golden eyes. The young man standing in front of him suddenly became taller.

He didn't wait for him to think carefully about the reason.

Next second.

boom! !

A heavy fist hit him in the face, knocking the bridge of his nose crooked.

Before he even reacted, he was thrown to the ground with a punch.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Immediately, Huo licked the leader's thigh, as if swinging a big stick, and smashed him to the left and right. Amidst the splashing of the gravel, he had only time to let out a harsh scream, and then fell as soft as a frustrated ball. Go down.

In the horrified eyes of everyone. The pharmacist at St. Mungo’s Hospital, the man named Kerrigan was slammed into the floor tiles by his intern, his front teeth fell and his limbs twisted into an incredible arc.

Hoffa panted furiously. He stood on the spot, looking at the two pits on the left and right. He threw away the torn shoe that was left in his hand with a sullen expression, and spit on the penguin man's body: "Really when I was here. Serve you? Go eat shit!"

Three hours later.

The fifth floor of the hospital.

The head nurse looked at Hoffa and pushed him to the door of the dean's office.

"President Bohan calls to see you, so let's go in."

After speaking, she gave Hoffa some black and white printed paper in her hand, and turned to leave.

Hoffa looked at the few mimeographed papers. In the picture, Krigan Bolton's whole body was wrapped in a bandage, like a mummy, and it looked terrible.

There were rows of inspection reports in the back, two pages long, Hoffa rubbed his forehead and sighed secretly.

What should come is always coming.

He regretted it, but he did not regret that he had beaten Kerrigan Bolton. He regretted that he had agreed to Agley Asia-Pacific sloppyly and that he was not suitable for working in the unit at all.

God knows what is waiting for me.

He shook the door handle of the chief resident's office and pushed in.

But the scene inside the door made him temporarily forget his experience.

This is a very peculiar room. The light in the room is dim and soft. There are many plant tentacles slowly squirming. They are intertwined with each other, clinging to desks, sofas, chairs, and even teapots. This makes the whole room look like a biological green stomach wall.

After two years in the magic school, he naturally recognized this plant. This is the Devil's Net, a vine plant that is afraid of light and fire, but at the same time, it can be extremely active and changeable under certain circumstances.

But the devil net is not the most eye-catching thing in this room, the most eye-catching thing is an operating table on the side of the room.

On the operating table lay a golden retriever with a bandage. The hound's body seemed to have been seriously injured, and its entire hind legs were broken by bullets.

A man wearing glasses and a white coat was standing in front of the operating table, quietly performing an operation on the golden retriever.

The intertwined vines in the room passed various knives to the man's side like flexible fingers.

This scene stunned Hoffa.

Is the dean of St. Mungo a veterinarian?

The man noticed the noise at the door, and he turned his head. This is a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance, deep legal lines, and an incomparable temperament. He raised his head and glanced at Hoffa lightly, and beckoned to him.

Across the two thick vines on the ground, Hoffa slowly walked to the man's side.

When he walked to the man's side, he noticed a lot of eyes around him observing him.

Hoffa looked around for a week, and it turned out that there are not only devil nets in this room, but also many cats and dogs.

Some timid cats and dogs looked at themselves warily in the corner, and some dared came to Hoffa. Two Labradors sniffed on him, and a bulldog looked up with its mouth drooping. While the two black cats silently circled his legs.

Hoffa withdrew his attention from these animals and looked at the man in front of him who was performing the operation.

He has been in class here for more than a month, and he naturally knows the current Dean of St. Mungo.

Jacob Pohan.

A man who has been the dean for nearly ten years.

The man said flatly without raising his head: "Hand me the calipers."

Hoffa heard the words, glanced at the surgical tray, took out a small tweezers from the tray and handed it over.

He took the tweezers and slowly put the tool into the golden retriever's leg in front of him, and then slowly pulled it out. The end of the tweezers accurately clamped a **** shrapnel.

The golden retriever wailed.

The man immediately pressed the golden retriever's neck with his wide palm.

"Shhh."

The golden retriever calmed down.

Subsequently, Jacob Pohan quickly took out several shrapnel from its hind leg with his right hand.

"alcohol."

Hoffa passed the alcohol.

"Cotton swabs."

Hoffa passed the cotton swab.

"gauze."

Hoffa passed the gauze, and for a while, he seemed to have become a devil's net tentacle.

Ten minutes later, when the operation was over, the golden retriever was lying on the bed, licking the man's fingers, and the elegant dean covered the wound and explained:

"It was injured in the war, but the lives of animals are very tenacious. Just give them a chance and a little respect, and they will survive and give you back a hundredfold."

Hoffa didn't know what to answer. This was the first time he had met the Dean of Saint Mungo face to face.

The man took the bandaged golden retriever into the cage, took off the white coat with blood, revealing the ordinary black casual clothes underneath. He walked behind the table and leaned on the chair. He stretched out his hand and said very relaxedly: "Listen, let me see."

Hoffa handed over Bolton's medical report, and a few vines squirmed silently on the table like a snake, rolled up the pictures, and looked at the man one by one.

During this period.

Hoffa had his hands behind him and said nothing. What he cares a little about is whether he beat Bolton violently, whether it will bring any unpredictable bad effects.

At this moment, one of the tentacles of the devil's net wriggling on the table stretched out, pushed a chair silently, and placed it under Hoffa's ass.

It even clicked on Hoffa's shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.

Hoffa glanced at Jacob Pohan in a little astonishment. The man said casually while looking at the picture: "Sit down, this is not Azkaban."

Hearing the other party talking, Hoffa was a little surprised, and he realized that the other party's mental field was so soft that it was almost imperceptible. But that control is the highest among all wizards he has ever seen, not one of them.

He sat down, and as soon as he sat down, two black cats jumped on his knees, snored, and rubbed their heads against the back of Hoffa's hands.

In such an environment, Hoffa couldn't help but stroked the cat's neck.

At this time, another devil's web tentacles carrying a cup of ceramic coffee slowly came to Hoffa.

The tentacles also have forks, and it rolls a small spoon, clanging the coffee clinkingly.

The tentacles of the other vine touched Hoffa's shoulder, as if motioning for him to drink coffee.

Hoffa had both hands on the cat, so he closed his shoulders and let go of the devil's net tentacles.

The tentacle unexpectedly rolled up another sugar cube and fell into the coffee cup. After adding the sugar, it even brought the coffee cup to Hoffa's mouth. Reluctant to forgive.

Hoffa could only move a little to the left without a sound, and let the cup open.

"Why, you don't like coffee?"

The man in front of him asked kindly while looking at the picture.

"I don't like it very much."

Hoffa answered.

The devil's net vine put the coffee cup back where it was.

"Tea? Pure water? Milk?"

"Uh no, thank you."

Hoffa instinctively refused.

"Are you nervous? It's not like you."

He smiled, "I've heard of you, Hoffabach, and the things you do. To be honest, letting you stay in this position is indeed a bit more talented."

Hoffa frowned. "Mr. Bohan, can you tell me something?"

"Huh huh." The man smiled, then looked up at Hoffa's pale golden eyes, crossed his fingers, and said lightly:

"Two-thirds of all bones were broken, intracranial hemorrhage, misalignment of organs, severe concussion, high paralysis. Fortunately, this is St. Mungo's Hospital. You did not commit the murder, Mr. Bach."