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

Hofa, who had risen early in the morning, yawned, skirted the tree-lined path and walked towards the gray-and-white castle in the distance.

For some reason, going to work is always associated with being sleepy, and even though he hasn't sat in his office yet, Hofa yawns just by looking at the castle in the distance.

Tinkerers like Edward Scissorhands could be seen mending pruning shears on plants, mending them into various shapes, and old wizards with wrinkled faces like avocados walking around the trails with crutches and strange medical equipment stuck in their bodies.

St. Mungo's Hospital was founded in London, England in the late 16th or early 17th century by Mungo Bohan. It is the main and perhaps the only large, comprehensive magical hospital in the wizarding world, marked by a bone and a wand crossed.

Greeting Miss Nurse all the way, Hoffa came to his office on the first floor.

Upon entering St. Mungo's Hospital, Hoffa saw patients suffering from a myriad of magical injuries, including patients with an arm growing out of their heads, running around with their lizard's tails, and even god-men with their entire upper bodies wrapped in ice. (His lips open and close, and no one else knows what he's talking about.) ）

Visitors from various consultation room numbers and floors busily weaved through the crowd, and therapists in dark green robes hurriedly walked.

There is a table in the reception area marked "Information Desk".

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

Hofa was taken aback by the color and asked, "Excuse me, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Prove to me that I've been cursed by someone else. ”

The man said in despair: "The hair has turned into leaves. ”

"Hmmm......"

Hofa pulled out a slip and wrote down a few words.

"Reverse Spell Damage Section, fifth floor, find Dr. Bode. Fill in the name here. ”

"How much?"

The green-headed man asked with a sad face.

"Thirty silver coxies, if hospitalized. Just don't be hospitalized for 10 silver coxies. ”

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

"My wife cheated, I went to catch the adulterer, but I didn't beat the adulterer......"

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

Looking at the other party's bleak back, Hoffa suddenly felt that there was no harm without comparison, and thinking about it like this, his life seemed to be good.

That's right, that's Hoffa's job.

His job at St. Mungo's was simple: arranging beds for a wide variety of patients and assigning them to various areas. In the event of an emergency, it is also necessary to dispatch the location of the hospital bed and help the patient contact the doctor to prevent confusion and misfortune.

The location is important, but also very busy. Especially in this war-torn era, dispatching beds is a hectic job.

He didn't want to do it, but it was the only thing he could do without a wand.

Hoffa's original purpose in agreeing to Aglaia's internship at the hospital was simple, he wanted to get a new system reward, that spell shard or a system reward for great theology.

But when he actually came to this hospital, he realized that he was taking it for granted.

The system did give him a hint when he arrived at St. Mungo, but the hospital was also much larger than he had imagined.

There are six floors above the entire hospital, and there are three basements, adding up to nine floors, except for the shop tea room on the top floor, which is semi-open, and the rest of the place is basically free of idlers.

Not to mention the dispensing and experimental areas on the ground floor of the hospital, which are not at all something that an intern can enter casually.

This made him feel frustrated, and after coming to St. Mungo for a month, the exploration reached 30%, and the rest of the exploration did not improve at all, which would not be rewarded until the Year of the Monkey.

But by the time he found out about the problem, it was too late, and Aglaia had already gone home.

She hadn't told herself what her family was doing at St. Mungo, so there was no good way for Hoffa to resign from the position.

But tonight's Aglaia's birthday is a good opportunity.

He planned to quit his job tonight and spend the rest of his summer vacation finding a wizarding secret realm with a smaller area, preferably the wizarding secret realm of the same size as the Nine and Three-Quarters station, where you could get rewards by just a few steps.

......

......

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

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

He stared at Hoffa with a gloomy look in his eyes, as if trying to pick a prick out of his clothes.

"Good morning, Mr. Burton. ”

Hoffa said cautiously.

The man's name was Kerrigan Burton, and he was the head of the hospital's logistics department, the man in charge of potions and herb rationing. Hofa, the immediate boss who had been in his nightmares in the early hours of the morning, believed that he was at least 50 percent responsible for his nightmares.

Sure enough, the man's stubby fingers pulled out a list.

Syllable!

Thrown on the table, his face was very unkind.

Glancing at the list, Hoffa knew what he was up for.

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

Hoffa: "Yes, Mr. Burton. ”

"For thirty silver coxies?"

Hoffa hesitated for a moment: "No." ”

"Bastard!"

The big fat man in front of him stood up at once, and as he had dreamed of it, his lower abdomen trembled, and he walked up to Hoffa angrily.

"How can I tell you? Thirty silver can be west a day, this is the standard, if you can't meet this standard, you are not allowed to stay!"

"She's a Muggle, where is she going to get 30 silver coxies?" Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"Muggles, don't Muggles have pounds?"

Legan Bolton waved his arms excitedly.

"Or do you not even understand the most basic currency exchange, my God, this is the case today, yesterday was like this, the day before yesterday was also like this, do you have to let me come once a day to be happy......?"

Hoffa turned his head away, frowning in displeasure.

Kerrigan Burton is the man who scores his internships, and his biggest hobby is not to flirt with beautiful nurses or brag with his colleagues, but to stare at himself and pull his pigtails.

Hoffa remembers that when he first entered the hospital, he looked like a big man, and questioned his image in public whether he was up to the job of dealing with all kinds of wizarding patients.

(If your eyes are "weird and scary", should you find a doctor to treat them first?) ）

That's what he said on the first day.

Rumor has it that one of his nephews, who graduated in the seventh grade, wanted the job, but was accidentally dropped by himself, which made him particularly unpleasant.

But the truth of such a thing, Hoffa did not confirm it, and he did not feel necessary. But during the month of his internship, this annoying guy did make himself quite unhappy.

"Look at me!"

The stocky man said.

Hoffa turned his head and spoke very quickly: "She was cursed by the dark wizard with a vicious tentacle, and she had dragon pox, and when she was sent by the team of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Abuse of Magic, she was going to die, how could I have time to ask her for money......"

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

The man gritted his teeth and said word by word. "It's the rules, the rules of the hospital, Bach!"

Hoffa squinted silently at his wine trough nose.

Kerrigan Burton: "I just checked the account of the ugly woman, and her treatment cost seventeen Galleons, and she herself could not afford it!

Hoffa said: "My job rules say that if a Muggle is spelled, I should solve the problem quickly and unconditionally. I don't think my actions are against the Code. ”

"That's usual!"

Burton almost jumped.

"I told you the first day you came, there's a war going on outside, bastard! Do you know how tight beds are now, do you know how many Galleons a bed is worth now?"

Burton's stubby fingers slammed the tabletop.

"We're a hospital, not a charity! don't let me see any more Muggle hospitalization slips in front of me that shouldn't have been approved, understand!?"

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

"Damn, who are these people? Kerrigan Bolton jumped out of his chair and strode to the door: "Stupid as a donkey, I can't tell ...... words."

The voice disappeared around the corner, and several female nurses on the morning shift looked at Hoffa sympathetically.

He looked at the list on the table, silent.

That's why he hates going to work, and after the initial novelty, he has to face all kinds of inferior bosses. Compared to him, Tom Riddle is cute.

In normal times, Hoffa might have argued with the penguin.

But tonight he was going to leave Aglaia and go in search of other wizards' secret realms.

At this juncture, he didn't want to be unhappy 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.

......

Ding dong......

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

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued to start the day of hospitality.

Lunch time was fast approaching, Hoffa rubbed his eyes, dragged his tired body and poured a glass of water, ready to go to the side of the street for lunch, he felt that the consumption of the previous day's work was greater than fighting ten dark wizards.

Hoffa didn't like the homemade meals at the hospital, he always found it strange to eat with a group of people with long hands on their heads, and he was afraid that he would lose his stomach when he saw Bolton's penguin man while he was eating.

Entering and exiting St. Mungo's Hospital for the Wounded and Mentally is similar to the partition wall that you have to pass through to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, except through a glass window. You can come to a dilapidated and uninhabited factory.

Walk through this factory and you can enter the Muggle world outside.

At the moment, the Muggle world is all the rage, and there is not much color to speak of.

Military trucks rumbled through the streets, kicking up choking dust. Soldiers wearing helmets and holding standard weapons strode along the streets.

As a result of the fall of France, the stammering voices of the kings of England, George VI, and Albert Windsor were played over and over again on the loudspeakers on the streets.

"In ...... At such a grim time...... Possible...... It could be a critical juncture for the survival of the country...... I ...... to my people, my people, Whether at home or abroad...... Convey...... The news...... We have been forced into conflict...... We must protect ourselves, protect our country...... We, we will ...... It will be victorious......

Hoffa bought a newspaper for twopence and walked to the lunch vendor down the street.

Here, hordes of war refugees line up to buy food, their clothes in tatters, looking numb and desperate.

If it weren't for London, Hoffa would have thought he was in Mumbai. The whole city is very different from the bustling city it was when I first crossed over two years ago.

History is always rising, but it is also spiraling, and now is the trough of civilization.

Queuing up for a simple pickled cucumber sandwich, he ate simple food while reading the newspaper.

Germany had already defeated France and was planning a war against Britain, and there were countless verbal and written criticisms in the newspapers.

It's not easy......

Hoffa swallowed the not-so-tasty sandwich, folded the newspaper, and sighed, the uneasiness of his wand growing after he left.

He'll have to quit his job quickly to find a new wizarding realm.

......

......

After lunch, just as Hoffa was about to return to the hospital, suddenly, an old-fashioned carriage stopped outside the dilapidated factory building in front of the hospital. Several men dressed as Ministry of Magic employees jumped out of the carriage and carried stretchers.

Carriage?

Hoffa was taken aback, this is not common, and most wizards go to St. Mungo's way of flying or apparition.

With an ancient tool like a carriage, could it be said that the wounded could no longer withstand any extra-ordinary magical transport?

When they saw Hoffa's hospital overalls, they immediately waved anxiously, "Hey, sir, help!"

Hoffa walked closer quickly, and was shocked, thanks to his experience in the past two years, he was not frightened by the unlucky ghost lying on the stretcher in front of him.

It was a half-muggle soldier with his body left, he was wearing a cyan uniform, his body seemed to have been cut diagonally by a sharp razor, his thigh and right forearm were gone, and there were three crazy scratches on his lower abdomen, and the slightly undulating organs inside could be seen.

The fracture was still hissing with green smoke, and the charred black flesh seemed to be being roasted with a soldering iron all the time.

The soldier lay on a stretcher, his chest rising and falling only slightly, and his condition was horrible.

"Quick, take him to a therapist. ”

The member of the Ministry of Magic's Disaster Division team grabbed Hoffa by the collar and said anxiously, "There's a Muggle soldier here who has been bitten by a dragon!"