Hoffa looked into the room and could see Aglaia with her back to him in the distance, her silver hair falling like a waterfall.

There were two maids standing beside her, changing her headdress.

Aglaia's room is entirely light yellow in color and is not as flashy as the hall downstairs. Although it is very large, there is only a large purple bed in it, and most of the rest are actually bookshelves.

The only thing that can truly reflect her identity as a girl is the dressing table in front of Aglaia.

If the scene downstairs made Hoffa feel like a social ball in the 19th century, then this scene made him feel like he was in the 18th century before the industrial revolution.

Sensing the movement at the door, the two maids turned their heads and saw a strange-looking young man standing at the door.

It was a young man with gray hair and light golden eyes. He was wearing a black dress, a bow tie, a pocket watch, and a silver earring on his ear. His expression was indifferent.

Aglaia almost laughed out loud when she saw the reflection in the mirror. But she immediately returned to seriousness and seriousness.

"Go out, this is my friend, I have something to do with him."

Aglaia said reservedly to the two maids next to her.

That tone, that voice, was so dignified that Hoffa found it incredible.

Did this guy ever speak in this tone when he was in school? Every day he would either bluff or say "Hogwarts is such a rubbish school".

The two maids put down their headdresses and passed by Hoffa with curious eyes.

Bang.

The door closed and the footsteps disappeared.

Aglaia stood up and turned around.

In a large room.

She was wearing a lavender dress, crystal clear high heels, a silver half-moon headdress, and white gloves on her hands, placed on her lower abdomen, exposing her collarbones and shoulders. She was as dignified as a princess in a kingdom.

That momentum made Hoffa not know what to say for a while. Compared to last year, she has grown taller, maybe still a little taller than herself. If she was still a girl last year, she can indeed be called a girl today.

, certain female characteristics gradually became apparent in her.

He just felt as if he had gone back to the first time he saw her at Station Nine and Three-Quarters two years ago, and he was very surprised.

But again, this time the surprise didn't last three seconds.

I saw the corner of her mouth curling into a smile, and then...

"Ha ha ha ha......!!"

Aglaia pointed at Hoffa and laughed wildly.

The style of painting changed so quickly that Hoffa was caught off guard.

"You're wearing... a bow tie... Oh my god, they actually gave you clothes like this from twenty years ago... Hahahaha!"

She laughed heartily.

Hoffa shrugged, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help laughing.

Only then did he confirm that the other person was his energetic classmate from Hogwarts.

He walked into the room, sat down on the other person's bed, pulled the bow-tie-like thing from his throat, and then threw the meaningless pocket watch aside.

"You can do it." Hoffa said, "Throw me to the hospital and ignore me for a month. Meeting you once will make it the same as meeting Churchill."

"You think I want to?"

Aglaia kicked off her high heels, jumped onto the bed with her bare feet, looked up to the sky and let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Ah!! I've really had enough. This summer vacation, my mother locked me up for a whole month. She didn't let me go out for a month, not even a step!"

Hoffa was surprised: "Why?"

"There's a war, and people will die. She thinks there's a war outside. If I go out, I might be kidnapped, beaten to death, shot to death, or something like that. Oh my God, I'm going to go crazy if I don't hold it in any longer. Even if I'm not crazy, I'm going to get depression!"

She hadn't seen Hoffa for a long time, and when they met, she complained bitterly. She also took out a few summer vacation plans her mother had made for her from the bedside table and showed them to Hoffa. When Hoffa looked at them, there were only three things on them.

Get up, eat, sleep.

"Your mother did the right thing..." Hoffa said with some gloating.

"Oh, oh, don't talk to me yet."

Aglaia threw away the sheet irritably, crawled over from the bed, and excitedly leaned into Hoffa's ear: "I heard that you injured the hospital staff. You were still severely disabled! How does it feel? It hurts.

Boss Bian?”

When she asked this question, her eyes were shining, as if Hoffa had done something extraordinary.

"Damn it, if you hadn't assigned me the unlucky position, would I have done that kind of thing?" Hoffa was angry.

"Hey, you still depend on me."

Aglaia punched Hoffa: "Aren't you always a good gentleman? Why are you suddenly so angry?"

"You have the nerve to say I have a bad temper."

Hoffa sneered.

She giggled: "There's an Eastern saying that says, if you're close to vermillion, you're red, if you're close to ink, you're black, right?"

"I know a lot, and I also know proverbs."

Hoffa thought about something and his expression became solemn. "I want to resign."

When Aglaia heard this, the smile on her face gradually faded: "Ha, what did you say?"

"I said, I'm resigning," Hoffa repeated.

Aglaia sat upright and knelt on the bed with a serious expression: "Why are you resigning? Didn't you promise me?"

"The St. Mungo's Hospital system is not suitable for me. I don't want to work there." Hoffa spread his hands and jumped out of bed: "The hospital makes me panic."

"You hold it in, I hold it in!" Aglaia said angrily,

Hoffa said calmly: "What do you have to hold back? Put on makeup, receive gifts, and enjoy the admiration of hundreds of people."

Aglaia narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms and looked at Hoffa: "What do you mean?"

"No, I'm going to complain."

"You think I thought about this birthday?"

Aglaia said softly and disdainfully, "It's just that my mother found a reason to bring together family members who usually have no contact with each other."

"Your mother?"

"Um."

Aglaia sat cross-legged on the bed, not ladylike at all. "Elise de Lasese."

Hoffa went to her dressing table with his hands behind his back and picked up a photo.

In the photo, there is Aglaia, who is about six years old, holding a ball and having a runny nose. Next to her is a woman sitting cross-legged on the grass. She is smiling, but there is still only the mother and daughter.

"Where's your father?" Hoffa asked.

"Him? I've barely seen him."

"I saw him giving it to you last year..."

"That was the only time I saw him in my life."

Aglaia said indifferently: "He is a half-elf and is always wandering outside. That's how my hair got."

Hoffa snorted and put down the photo, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. She looked like a rich second generation, but in fact she was a girl from a single-parent family. No wonder she had such a bad temper.

Aglaia: "In short, there is a problem in the hospital, so I let you go there. If you are not even willing to help with this little help, then it is too boring."

"I've beaten people to pieces." Hoffa said lightly.

"It's useless. I've wanted to beat up a guy like Burton for a long time. His nephew came to harass me more than 20 times during the summer vacation."

"You borrowed a knife to kill someone?"

"Bah, why do you say it so unpleasantly?"

"No, I still have to resign."

"Why are you so hard to talk to?" Aglaia said anxiously.

Hoffa shook his head, thinking that half of the summer vacation had passed and he didn't even get an upgrade fragment. He was still staying at St. Mungo's. He was really sorry for himself.

Aglaia: "Then tell me, what do you want to do if I let you go?"

"travel."

Hoffa chose a nicer word.

"Why are you like that guy Miranda!?"

Aglaia ruffled her hair angrily. "As soon as the summer vacation comes, I run away without even a shadow."

"Won't she come to your birthday?"

"Humph, she went to New Zealand and is probably hanging out with the Maori wizard now."
To be continued...