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

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

"No, the world is short of babies right 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 be kind and give me a certificate for surgery."

"The population of wizarding society is getting older and the Ministry of Magic has banned abortions for wizards. Didn't you know?"

There was no wave on the man's face and he looked numb.

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

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

"If I had known this, why would I have found a successor in the first place?"

Hoffa said calmly that he quickly accepted this setting from his obstetrician and gynecologist.

"Woooooooo..."

The woman cried out in despair, stood up, leaned on the wall unsteadily, and walked out with a sniffle.

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

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

A pot-bellied bald dwarf, who looked like a penguin, walked in. He was holding a stack of papers in his hand and looked at Hoffa with an unfriendly expression.

Hoffa immediately remembered the name of this dwarf, Kerrigan Bolton, his immediate boss.

Then Kerrigan Bolton threw the paper in front of Hoffa.

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

Hoffa glanced at it and an inexplicable number came into his mind. He casually replied, 67.

"67 pictures! Do you write a novel? You can just issue a hospitalization certificate! Do you think this is the Red Cross or a charity!?" Penguin Man roared.

"sorry."

The short, fat man was shaking with anger: "Are you still responsible for the shareholders of the hospital, are you still responsible for your work, and who recruited you in the first place...?"

"sorry."

“Be more sincere!!”

"sorry......"

"Louder!"

"sorry!!"

"Louder!!"

"sorry!!!"

Hoffa, who had graduated several years ago and was almost thirty years old, sighed and leaned back in his chair.

He thought it was too scary, am I really going to live like this in my life? Sitting in front of the desk all day, arguing with the boss, dealing with these delinquent girls...

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

Well, it seems...

It seems to be related to something that happened when I was young. What was it?

Can't remember.

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

Well, forget it.

It's so boring. I really hope I can experience the sense of adventure again like I did when I was young...

boom!!!!

He had just finished thinking.

There was a loud noise next to me, and the floor shook like an earthquake. Then there was another loud noise, and the entire wall in front of the office collapsed.

Hoffa was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and the cigarette he had just smoked fell to his crotch.

In the open space in front of them, a huge drill mecha emerged from the ground. It was dozens of meters high and was indescribably terrifying.

Then the giant mecha bent down and opened its head, revealing a man with gray hair and a body of steel behind it.

The man laughed wildly and said: "Hoffa! Bach! Finally let me find you!"

Hoffa was shocked, "Silby!?"

"That's right, it's me! You poor guy! You actually work in the hospital!"

The man laughed loudly in the giant mecha. He raised a remote control in his hand: "Now, I have buried a big Ivan under the ground in London. If you don't hand over Tom Riddle, I will

Directly annihilate England!!"

While he was talking, a robotic arm as big as a liberation truck grabbed Hoffa and lifted him into the air.

"Bastard! How did you find me..."

"Say it, or I'll kill you!"

"Don't even think about it..."

"Don't even think about it?"

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

"Then, what about this!?"

The mecha waved its finger, and a container underneath it opened with a sound.

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

"husband!!"

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

the woman cried and shouted.

Hoffa was startled and panicked inexplicably.

"You...what did you do?"

"Is this the wife you married? She's not very pretty!"

Silby's red eyes were fixed in front of Hoffa.

"You told me that you liked beauties, but you ended up marrying such a yellow-faced woman? Tsk, Bach, you disappoint me so much!"

Hoffa felt sad: "Let them go."

"Where is Tom Riddle?"

Hoffa immediately started thinking without hesitation, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out where Tom Riddle was.

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

"Why do your countdowns only have even numbers?"

Hoffa roared.

"It's time, have you made up your mind?"

"In...in Albania!"

Hoffa was talking nonsense.

Snap!!

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

Silby laughed: "I lied to you! Fool!"

Looking at the two pools of blood on the ground, for some reason, Hoffa felt a twinge of pain in his heart and screamed heartbreakingly.

"NO!!!!"

...

...

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

I no longer have a wand.

At the same time, he also realized that he was only 1 year old and had no wife or children at all.

Hoffa relaxed, took a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Damn this shit, I had a nightmare.
To be continued...