Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"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."

After the other party finished speaking, Hoffa remained motionless, expressionless.

That's it, he thought maybe he could go to the Ministry of Magic to explore the wizarding mystery. Seriously, maybe I should go to Azkaban to explore the secret realm, and I don’t know how happy I am. I can take a few meals with the dementor...

Just as Hoffa was in a mess and thinking about it, the dean of St. Mungo's Hospital stood up, walked to the front of the table, and leaned on the table lazily and said:

"Boton lost my face, violated the hospital's regulations, and privately greeted the hospital's medical research funds. I just reviewed these things recently, but I haven't done it yet. You will take care of him for me. really interesting."

Hoffa raised his head to look at the dean with a calm look, not knowing what he wanted to express.

"When Aglaia introduced you, I was still very optimistic about you. But I originally thought that a Ravenclaw should be more calm."

"What is the punishment?" Hoffa asked mechanically.

"Oh, you may face several judicial procedures. After all, this is a society under the rule of law. However, it doesn't matter."

Judicial procedure? Doesn't matter? Hoffa dangled in the chair, but the other party did not give him a chance to speak.

Jacob waved his hand: "I am curious that you should be about the same age as Aglaia."

"Ok."

"How can your strength be so great?"

The dean of St. Mungo's Hospital leaned against the table and looked at Hoffa with interest, as if he was looking at a specimen.

"You are only 13 years old."

Hoffa felt the goose bumps, he let go of his hand like an electric shock, and the cat jumped on the ground: "Excuse me, what is the judicial process?"

"Oh, no hurry."

The head of the hospital smiled. He said, "Aglaia is my niece. She asked me to take you to the birthday party. I think this is obviously more important. If there is anything, I will talk about it when the party is over. Right."

Hoffa was shocked. He never thought that Aglaia was the dean's niece, let alone she chose to let the dean take herself to a birthday party.

Is this guy in such a prominent family background?

After speaking, Jacob Bohan rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch.

"It's almost time."

He straightened up and grabbed Hoffa's arm.

A phantom shifted directly, and the two disappeared into the air.

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Jacob took Hoffa to squeeze out the Apparition. He hasn't reacted from this inexplicable reversal. Why was he in the office just ready to be tried, but now he is coming to the party again.

Jacob Bohan was very indifferent. He raised his neck, pointed to the distance and said, "That's the burrow of her sister."

Burrow?

Hoffa followed his fingers and looked over, his face was half dark.

This is also called the Burrow?

In the night, he saw a huge manor towering in the darkness. It has a pointed dome and walls covered with creepers. It sits on the hillside in this way. It is very grand and dignified.

This is Hoffa's first visit to a classmate's house. But for some reason, it feels uncomfortable and even worse. Looking at the man holding his arm and hand next to him, he thought of the shareholders in Kerrigan Bolton's mouth and the soldier who was bitten in half by the dragon. Also think of those noble families in Britain.

He suddenly envied the future Harry Potter at this moment. The feelings between him and Ron didn't need to be mixed with too many foreign objects, they were just friends.

As for himself and Aglaia, it seems that there are too many factors that will affect their relationship. Family background, personality, gender, etc...

Aglaia is still young now, wait for it to be older? Can she still maintain a calm mind, can she still maintain a calm mind?

With all kinds of thoughts rushing through his mind, Hoffa silently pushed the arm holding his arm away.

"Where is Aglaia?" he asked.

"I'll take you to change clothes first," the man said, pointing to Hoffa. "You can't go to see her in work clothes."

"Is it necessary?" Hoffa asked.

"If she is the only one, it is not necessary."

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

The sister in his mouth was referring to Aglaia's mother, and Hoffa didn't say much anymore.

The two of them stepped on the cobblestone path on the hillside and walked slowly into this manor. Along the way, Hoffa saw the apparitions of wizards constantly shifting over. When the wizards saw Jacob Bohan, they nodded and greeted him enthusiastically.

The dean of St. Mungo’s Hospital is naturally famous.

But for Hoffa, those people cast curious eyes. He is still wearing plain blue and white overalls, in stark contrast to those decently dressed wizards.

"Don't be restrained, their relationship with Aglaia is not as familiar to you." After entering the manor, Dean Saint Mungo said in a low voice.

An attendant opened the door to Hoffa.

This made him a little uncomfortable. He looked at the attendants who opened the door for him, the red carpet brightly lit in front, and the strange crowds around with potbellies, walking sticks, and nodding and bowing restrained to each other.

For some reason, he instinctively wanted to leave here.

Hoffa didn't know how the over-energy guy like Aglaia could stand this environment. Is it because it was suffocated at home that it was so presumptuous at school.

He would rather be invited to the Weasley’s Burrow and have a simple birthday party in the garden with friends he knows.

He thought that would be a little more interesting. He could see potato goblins and ghouls...

Before Hoffado thought for a few seconds, Jacob Bohan pushed him down beside an old man dressed as a housekeeper.

"Help this Mr. Bach to change his clothes." He smiled. "He is Aglaia's friend."

The lean old man in a tuxedo pushed his glasses and bowed in silence, so respectful that he couldn't fault him, he was so professional.

He followed the old man into the dressing room of this big house, where many maids and entertainers shuttled in an orderly manner, which felt as if they had come to the studio of Downton Abbey.

The old man soon came to Hoffa with a large pile of clothes, and said as he spread it out:

"The castle does not have a boy your age, but fortunately, Mr. De La Cess has a lot of clothes left. Although the style is a bit old, it is fine to wear."

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

"Call me Hoffa."

He said.

"Okay, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa... "Whatever you want, please do whatever you feel satisfied."

He straightened his hands, like a maidservant from the landlord who was obedient.

The old butler did not say much, and quickly and quickly put Hoffa in a very elegant black vintage dress.

After changing his clothes, Hoffa looked at himself in the mirror, looking like a dog.

But what I thought of was the day when I went to Gringotts to scam money two years ago. This challenge seemed to be more sudden than the one two years ago.

Back then, it was enough to sit still and pretend to be a wolf with a big tail. Can you do the same today?

After changing clothes and walking out the door, the dean of St. Mungo’s Hospital nodded in satisfaction: "I now know why she insists on letting you over."

Hoffa grinned reluctantly, not knowing whether it was because the dress was not his own, or because the style was like this, anyway, it was a bit tight.

"Take him there," Jacob Bohan said to the butler.

He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and blinked. For some reason, this action reminded him of Dumbledore.

The old man in the tuxedo nodded and said softly: "Go here, Mr. Bach, Miss De Laces has been talking about you for two summer vacations."

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Walking into the main hall of the old castle, Hoffa can only describe this place as drenched and evil capitalism.

The enchanted ceiling is suspended with ancient crystal chandeliers, bright and bright. The frescoes on the dome are comparable to Michelangelo’s 30 years of hard work. On the huge arches are carved various statues of seraphs.

The waiter on the ground shuttled back and forth, and countless silver dinner plates were placed on the ice cubes in the buffet position, and each piece was exquisite like a work of art. He also saw three or four house elves turning around holding the glass wine glasses.

In the foyer, gift boxes of various colors are piled up like a mountain, which should be Aglaia’s birthday present...

Hoffa couldn't help but lament the huge gap between the rich and the poor in society. At noon, he was still lining up to buy sandwiches on the side of the road. In the evening, he could taste fifty kinds of seafood with a plate.

Even though World War II was fighting outside, these people's faces were still filled with warm smiles. It feels like being in a prosperous world.

Thinking about Black Friday, which detonated World War II, Hoffa seemed to see nothingness under this brilliant light. It was the original sin, the original sin of mankind. This was not the path he wanted, let alone the true meaning that a wizard should pursue.

At this moment, a glance came from the crowd, and Hoffa stopped.

The owner of a sharp, gaze is a middle-aged woman. She has long black hair and is quite glamorous. She is wearing a long black one-piece dress, her temperament is surrounded by the crowd fiercely, and she seems to want to cut Hoffa whole with her eyes.

She can also figure out her identity with her toes.

Hoffa felt that the friend's mother didn't seem to welcome him.

Withdrawing his gaze, the old butler stood on the stairs and said softly: "Come with me."

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

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

Hoffa looked across the wall one by one. From these photos, he can clearly see the growth process of Aglaia, from a young girl with a bun face to a girl with a melon face.

Just looking at it, he found a problem.

Aglaia is a girl with Veeva descent, but in all the photos, Hoffa can't see other women with Veeva descent.

Among the rows of photos on the wall, beside her, there is always an imposing, dignified woman with black hair, the one I saw downstairs.

Although her mother is very beautiful, her appearance is not similar to that of Aglaia, and she does not have the pedigree of Veeva.

This made his brows frowned, and Hoffa couldn't help asking the butler: "Where is Aglaia's father?"

"Mr. De Laces is on a business trip."

The butler replied lightly, he opened a door of a room, made a gesture of please, and then slowly stepped back.