"Mr. Bach, I don't want ..... this kid"

The woman said. She put her legs together, looking embarrassed.

"No, the world is short of babies now. ”

The gray-haired middle-aged man at the desk said weakly with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"But...... But I can't afford it, Mr. Bach, please do it and give me a certificate of surgery. ”

"The wizarding society is now aging and the Ministry of Magic has banned abortions for wizards, don't you know?"

The man's face did not wave, and he looked very numb.

"However, my ex-boyfriend abandoned me......"

The woman sitting across the table finally couldn't help but start sobbing.

"If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place. Find a pick-up man. ”

Hoffa said lightly, and he quickly accepted the assumption of his obstetrician and gynecologist.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The woman cried out in despair, stood up, staggered against the wall, and walked out with her nose shut.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and looked at the other party's back, resisting the urge to stop her. What does this have to do with me, I don't want to break the rules. He thought to himself.

As soon as the woman left, the office door was pushed open again.

A balding man with a big belly, like a penguin, walked in, clutching a wad of paper in his hand and looking at Hoffa with an unkind expression.

Hoffa immediately remembered the name of the short, Kerrigan Burton, his immediate boss.

Kerrigan Burton then threw the paper in front of Hoffa.

"Bach, how many hospitalization certificates have you approved this month!?"

As soon as Hotford saw it, an inexplicable number flooded into his mind, and he replied casually, 67.

"67! What do you write? Hospitalization certificate is readily available! Do you think this is the Red Cross or a charity!?" the penguin man roared.

"I'm sorry. ”

The short and fat man was so angry that his body trembled: "Do you still want to be responsible for the shareholders of the hospital, do you still want to be responsible for your work, who recruited you in the first place......?"

"I'm sorry. ”

"Be sincere!!"

"I'm sorry ......"

"Louder!"

"I'm sorry!!"

"Louder!!"

"I'm sorry!!"

Nodding his head, he sent off the pot-bellied short man, who had been out for several years, and the almost thirty-year-old Hoffa sighed and leaned back in his chair.

He thought to himself, it's too terrifying, do I really have to live like this in my life? Sitting at the desk all day long, arguing with the leaders, and dealing with these stumbling girls......

Hey, wait, why do I work in a hospital?

Well, it seems......

It seems to have something to do with something that happened when I was young, what is it?

Can't remember.

Hoffa walked to the window, opened it, straightened his tie, lit a cigarette, and stroked his bald Mediterranean.

Well, forget it.

It's so boring, I really wish I could experience the sense of adventure again like when I was younger........

Rumble!!!!

His thoughts just fell.

A loud bang appeared around him, and the floor shook like an earthquake. Then there was a loud bang, and the entire wall in front of the office collapsed.

Hoffa collapsed to the ground in fright, the cigarette he had just taken a few puffs fell to the crotch of his pants.

I saw that in the open space in front of me, a huge drill mecha drilled out of the ground. Dozens of meters high, terrifying beyond words.

Then the giant mech bent down and its head opened, revealing a gray-haired, steel-fleshed man behind it.

The man laughed wildly and said, "Hofa, Bach, finally let me find you!"

Hofa was shocked, "West...... Sylby!?"

"That's right, it's me! You're a living guy! You're actually working in a hospital!"

The man laughed in the giant mecha, and he raised a remote control in his hand: "Now, I have buried a big Ivan in the ground of London, if you don't hand over Tom Riddle, I will directly level England!!"

As he spoke, a robotic arm the size of a liberation truck grabbed Hoffa and lifted him into the air.

"Bastard, how did you find my ......?"

"Say, or I'll kill you!"

"You, don't think about it....."

"Don't think?"

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Sylby's mouth.

"So, how about this!?"

With a flick of the mech's fingers, the container under it opened.

There was a scream from inside the container. There was a scream.

"Husband!!"

Hoffa looked down with difficulty, and a vague figure holding the child in the container cried: "Let go of my husband, you can do whatever you want me to do!"

The woman cried and shouted.

Hoffa was startled and panicked inexplicably.

"You...... What did you do?"

"Is this the wife you married?

Silby's red eyes were pressed to Hoffa.

"Did you tell me you liked beautiful women, and then you ended up marrying such a yellow-faced woman? Tsk, Bach, you disappointed me so much!"

Hoffa was sad: "Let them go." ”

"Where's Tom Riddle?"

Hoffa immediately began to think without hesitation, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out where Tom Riddle was.

"I'll give you ten seconds to think about it, 10,8,6,4,2......"

"Why is your countdown only even?"

Hoffa roared.

"When the time comes, have you thought about it?"

"In ...... In Albania!"

Hoffa is talking nonsense.

Syllable!!

The wife and children were instantly trampled to pieces by the huge mecha.

Sylby laughed, "I lied to you!

Looking at the two pools of blood on the ground, for some reason, a cramping pain in his heart made Hoffa cry out in tears.

“NO！！！！”

......

......

He suddenly rolled over and sat up, opened his eyes, and groped his palms frantically around the bed for about ten seconds before he realized.

I don't have a wand anymore.

At the same time, he also realized that he was only 13 years old and had no wife and children at all.

Hoffa relaxed, let out a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Fuck shit, have nightmares.

He spread his arms and lay down on the bed again, looking sideways at the dark blue night sky outside, which was extremely quiet, the sound of insects came to his ears, and the air was filled with a hint of honeysuckle peculiar to midsummer.

However, the occasional crackling gunshots from afar destroyed the harmony, and even through the silent spell set by the wizard, the air raid sirens outside were still visible.

It's not a place of peace, and it's not a time of peace.

In London in 1940, the world war was in full swing.

......

After a while, the eyes became familiar with the darkness. The scene in the bedroom slowly became clearer, and the hospital light outside the window shone into the room, casting a few light orange spots on the top of the bedroom.

The boxy room has neat wooden tables, white-painted wardrobes, and several drawings of human anatomy and fire safety spells on the walls.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, Hoffa agreed to Aglaia and came to St. Mungo for an internship, and it has been almost a month since mid-June.

Now, he is lying in his room in an old dormitory building at St. Mungo's Hospital.

In this era, there is no mobile phone, and he has nothing extra to do, squinting for a while, and after the sleepiness is gone, he simply turns over and sits up and comes to the table.

There is a faint green glow on the table, which is the dial glow of François's magic watch.

The watch showed the time at half past three in the morning, a little earlier than his usual time of waking up.

Half past three, damn it, Hoffa rubbed his head, if he hadn't had that damn dream, he would have slept a little more.

I got up so early, and when I got to work in the afternoon, I had to be trapped in a chair like a horse. If you're unlucky, you'll probably have to get reprimanded by that damn boss.

He rubbed his hair and sat down at the table.

The table was densely packed with books, repair tools, and some postcards and letters sent from all over the world.

Thinking of the frightening dream, Hoffa picked up the letters and tried to distract himself.

He first picked up a dark green envelope with a white letterhead and purple irises, which had been sent from the north by a snow owl half a month ago.

"Hoffa, I was in Estonia when I wrote this letter, and there was a war going on here, and I tried to stop it, but with little success. At first they fought for land, but I don't know why they were fighting. I hope I can find out.

Also, I have heard that Germany is preparing for a large-scale air war with Britain, so please be careful about your own safety.

Osiva Romanov.

7/1/40, Baltic Sea. ”

This is a letter that Ossivia sent to himself, and the letter was very short. When Hoffa finished reading it, he took it back and pulled out another postcard of tall buildings and the Statue of Liberty, with only a few sentences on it.

"Why didn't you use the ticket I gave you, boy, why did you stay in England, it's almost blown up by Germany!!"

It's the postcard of the liar fairy Indor, Hoffa smiled slightly, and threw the postcard aside, maybe he will go to the United States in the future, but not now.

Then he picked up a letter with the cover of the red desert Gobi with a long and bright tail feather.

"Hofa, how have you been, Maya misses you so much. She's almost an adult now, with four wings, and I wish you could see her soaring through the sky.

However, there have been a lot of dragons being trafficked to Europe in the United States recently, and I don't know what will happen.

But in short, you are careful in the UK. If the situation is really dangerous, you can come to my side.

Joy. ”

The letter came from the United States and was sent by Joey, a first-year friend of Hofa's and the caretaker of the hunting grounds.

Hoffa took the ptarmigan's feathers in his hand and admired them for a long time.

It was the feathers of Maya the Thunderbird, and as he stroked it, he could feel the free soul thousands of miles away.

He admired Maya, who was free to soar through the sky. It's not like myself, I'm stuck in a small place because of work, and I'm depressed.

Feeling the concern of his other friends, Hoffa's mood from the nightmare gradually recovered, and he put down the letter. Getting up and going to his private bathroom, he pulled out his toothpaste and began to brush his teeth, brushing his teeth nonchalantly while looking at himself in the mirror.

The thirteen-year-old Hofa had a peculiar appearance, with short gray hair, pale golden pupils, and silver earrings on his ears. If he has a set of ostentatious clothes, some eye shadow, and a sassy pose, then he can join the funeral family with honor.

However, he is not a non-mainstream person who deliberately highlights himself, and the teenager in the mirror is much taller than last year, and the scars and lean muscles on his upper body all tell the story of his troubled adventures.

It's just that who would have thought that this teenager who saved Hogwarts twice is now working as an intern in a hospital......

Hoffa let out a mouthful of foam, rinsed his mouth, and sighed.

Life......

He wiped his face with a towel for a while, threw it over his shoulder, went into the bedroom, sat down at his desk, put away the letters, and pulled out two books, one thick and one thin, from the belly of the drawer. Get ready.

The thick one is Morgan Le Fay's "Anatomy of Everything, Structure is King", a metamorphosis cheat he got in the first grade, and he has been studying it this summer.

The thin one, on the other hand, was a note by François Lebrun on construction techniques, which was handed over to him by Rector Duppert last March.

During the holidays, Hoffa has also been studying the construction techniques that Principal Dippert has given him.

Magic is Hoffa's biggest shortcoming, and after last year's battle, he was also inspired to learn more about this science, hoping to solve his magic shortage through this technology.

He sat down, pulled out a wad of paper, and began to write and draw on it. After about two hours of research, the sky gradually brightened. Just then, Hoffa heard a fluttering sound outside the window.

In the white sky of the fish's belly, a white dot changed from small to large, and it was actually a pure white owl, which stopped on the hanger where clothes were drying outside the glass window, and pecked at the glass window with its beak.

Hoffa recognized it, it was Aglaia's owl named Elizabeth, and she used to dangle it on her shoulders when she was in first grade.

Opening the window, the owl came in, and it circled around Hofa's desk proudly, and Hofa wanted to see the letter tied to its feet, and wanted to reach for it.

Unexpectedly, the owl took a step back, let go of his hand, and not only that, but also chirped at him arrogantly.

Hoffa snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab it, but unexpectedly, the owl also reacted very quickly, and it dodged away, and Hoffa only caught a few white hairs.

After tossing for a while, seeing that the table was in a mess, Hoffa shook his head helplessly.

He took out a small bag from the drawer that he was usually reluctant to eat, and poured the owl a glass of water as a nut cereal for breakfast.

The owl stopped making a fuss, and put its head into the plate, picked and picked a few nuts in its mouth, and then proudly extended its little paw to Hoffa.

"Like a squirrel, like your master. ”

Hoffa spit and patted the owl's head.

It stepped out of the way, snorted disdainfully, and flew out of the window again.

Hoffa opened the note.

There are some wanton and crazy words written on it, as if it came from the handwriting of a drunken man.

"Hoffa, the internship feels good, it's my birthday tonight, I'll have someone pick you up, if you don't come, you'll die, haha....."

The letter was very short, but it showed the bad character of the letter writer, and he made a decision without the slightest room for consultation.

Aglaia's birthday tonight?

I looked at the calendar on the table, and it was July 16th.

During this time, he had not seen Aglaia at all, and since she had sent her to the hospital, it was as if the world had evaporated, and he couldn't get in touch with him.

Hoffa picked up his shirt from the bed and put it on his head, and quickly put the watch parts together with tools, the time on the starry dial was a quarter past six in the morning, and the magic scale was 0.7X. The magic crystal in this watch was captured from Sylby's arm in the second grade, and it was the only trophy he had from last year.

The watch is worn on the wrist and the magic scale is turned to 0.8X.

Glancing at the faintly tall white building outside, he sighed helplessly when he thought of that nightmare in the middle of the night.

It's almost time to go to work......