"Two-thirds of the bones in the body were broken, intracranial hemorrhage, dislocated organs, severe concussion, and high paralysis. Fortunately, this is St. Mungo's Hospital, so you did not commit murder, Mr. Bach."

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

At this point, he thought that maybe he could go to the Ministry of Magic to explore the secret realm of wizards. To be more serious, maybe he should go to Azkaban to explore the secret realm. He didn't know how much happiness he had, how many times he could suck the dementors...

...

Just as Hoffa was thinking in confusion, the director of St. Mungo's Hospital stood up, walked to the table, leaned on the table and said lazily:

"Bolton has embarrassed me, violated the hospital's regulations, and secretly embezzled the hospital's medical research funds. I have just reviewed these things recently, but I haven't done anything yet. You should take care of him for me first.

It’s really interesting.”

Hoffa looked up at the dean with a calm expression, not knowing what he wanted to express.

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

"What's the punishment?" Hoffa asked somewhat mechanically.

"Oh, you may face a few judicial procedures. After all, this is still a society ruled by law. But it doesn't matter."

Judicial proceedings? Doesn't matter? Hoffa swayed in his chair, but the other party didn't give him a chance to speak.

Jacob waved his hand: "What I'm curious about is that you should be about the same age as Aglaia."

"Um."

"Why are you so powerful?"

The director of St. Mungo's Hospital leaned in front of the table and looked at Hoffa with interest, as if he were looking at a specimen.

"You are only 1 year old."

Hoffa felt goosebumps rising. 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 rush."

The hospital director smiled and said: "Aglaia is my niece. She asked me to take you to the birthday party. I think this matter is obviously more important. If you have anything else, we can wait until the party is over.

Bar."

Hoffa was shocked. He never thought that Aglaia was the dean's niece, let alone that she would choose to let the dean take him to the birthday party.

Does this guy have such a distinguished family background?

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

"It's almost time."

He straightened up and grabbed Hoffa's arm.

Immediately, the two of them disappeared into the air.

...

...

Jacob took Hoffa and apparated out. He had not yet realized this inexplicable reversal. Why was he in the office ready for trial just now, but now he was coming to the party again.

Jacob Bohan was very indifferent. He raised his neck, pointed to the distance and said: "That is my sister-in-law's humble residence."

Burrow?

Hoffa looked along his finger, his face half darkened.

Is this also called The Burrow?

In the night, he saw a huge manor towering in the darkness. It had a pointed dome and walls covered with ivy. It was located on the hillside, very majestic and solemn.

This was Hoffa's first time visiting a classmate's house. But for some reason, it felt uncomfortable, let alone beautiful. Looking at the man next to him holding his arm and hand, he thought of the shareholders in Kerrigan Bolton's words.

, I thought of the soldier who was bitten in half by a dragon. I also thought of those noble families in England.

At this moment, he suddenly felt envious of the future Harry Potter. The relationship between him and Ron did not need to be mixed with too many external things, they were just friends.

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

Aglaia is still young now, what if she gets a little older? Can she still maintain a normal mind, and can she herself maintain a normal mind?

Various thoughts rushed through his mind, and Hoffa silently pushed away the arm holding his arm.

"Where's Aglaia?" he asked.

"I'll take you to change clothes first." The man pointed at Hoffa and said, "You can't go to see her in your work clothes."

"Is it necessary?" Hoffa asked.

"If she was the only one, it wouldn't be necessary."

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

The sister he mentioned was Aglaia's mother, and Hoffa said nothing more.

The two stepped on the cobblestone path on the hillside and slowly entered the manor. Along the way, Hoffa saw wizards apparating over. When those wizards saw Jacob Bohan, they nodded to him enthusiastically.

Saying hello.

The director of St. Mungo's Hospital is naturally famous.

But for Hoffa, those people all cast curious looks. He is still wearing simple blue and white overalls, which is in sharp contrast to the well-dressed wizards.

"Don't be restrained, their relationship with Aglaia is not familiar to you yet." After entering the manor, the dean of St. Mungo's said something more in a low voice.

An attendant opened the door for Hoffa.

This made him a little uncomfortable. He looked at the attendants who opened the door for him, looked at the brightly lit red carpet in front of him, and looked at the group of strangers around him who were potbellied and holding canes, nodding and bowing to each other reservedly.

For some reason, he instinctively wanted to leave this place.

Hoffa didn't know how a guy like Aglaia, who had so much energy, could stand this kind of environment. Could it be that he was so arrogant at school because he was suppressed at home?

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

He thought it would be more interesting that way, seeing potato goblins and ghouls and so on...

Before Hoffa could think for a few more seconds, Jacob Bohan pushed him down next to an old man dressed as a butler.

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

The lean old man in a tuxedo pushed up his glasses and bowed silently, so respectful that no one could fault him and so professional.

He followed the old man into the dressing room of this big house. Many maids and waiters were moving here in an orderly manner. It felt like he was on the set of Downton Abbey.

The old man soon came to Hoffa with a large pile of clothes, unfolded them and said:

"There are no boys of your age in the castle, but fortunately, Mr. de Laces has a lot of clothes left behind. Although the styles are a bit old, they are still fine to wear."

The tuxedo butler said: "Mr. Bach, what style do you like?"

"Call me Hoffa."

he said.

"Okay, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa......"Whatever, do whatever you feel comfortable with."

He stretched out his hands like a submissive maid of a landowner.

The old butler said nothing more and quickly and quickly changed Hoffa into a very elegant black retro dress.

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

But what he was thinking about was the day he went to Gringotts to swindle money two years ago. This challenge seemed to come more suddenly than the one two years ago.

Back then, it was enough for me to just sit still and pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. Can I do the same today?

After changing clothes and walking out the door, the director of St. Mungo's Hospital nodded with satisfaction: "Now I know why she had to let you come."

Hoffa smiled a little reluctantly, and he didn't know whether it was because the clothes were not his own, or because the style was just like that, but it was a bit tight anyway.

"Take him over," Jacob Bohan said to the steward.

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

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

...

...

Walking into the main hall of the castle, Hoffa could only describe this place as a place full of entrenched atmosphere and evil capitalism.

The ancient crystal chandelier is suspended on the enchanted ceiling, which is bright and bright. The murals on the dome are comparable to Michelangelo's thirty years of hard work. The huge scroll arch is carved with various statues of seraphs.

Waiters on the ground shuttled back and forth, and countless silver plates were placed on the ice at the buffet. Each piece was as exquisite as a work of art. He also saw three or four house elves spinning around with glass wine glasses.

go.

In the foyer, there are piles of various gift boxes, which should be Aglaia's birthday gifts...

Hoffa couldn't help but lament the huge gap between the rich and the poor in society. At noon, he queued on the street to buy sandwiches, and in the evening he could taste fifty kinds of seafood on a dinner plate.

Even though World War II was going on outside, these people still had warm smiles on their faces. They seemed to be in a prosperous age.
To be continued...