"Mr. Bach, I don't want this child …"
The woman said. She put her legs together and seemed to be in a dilemma.
"No, the world is short of babies now."
The gray-haired middle-aged man in front of the desk said weakly with a pair of dead fish eyes.
"But … but I can't afford it. Mr. Bach, please do me a favor and give me a certificate of surgery."
"The wizard society's population is aging rapidly, and the Ministry of Magic has banned wizards from abortion, don't you know?"
The man's face didn't change, and he seemed to be numb.
"But, my ex-boyfriend abandoned me …"
The woman sitting across the table finally couldn't help but start sobbing.
"If you knew this would happen, why did you do it? Find someone to take over. "
Hoffa said lightly, and he quickly accepted the setting of his obstetrics and gynecology doctor.
"Wuwuwu …"
The woman cried out in despair, stood up, staggered to the wall, and walked out angrily.
Hoffa gritted his teeth, looked at the woman's back, and resisted the urge to stop her. What does this have to do with me, I don't want to violate the rules. He thought.
As soon as the woman left, the office door was pushed open again.
A short bald man with a big belly came in, like a penguin. He held a stack of papers in his hand and looked at Hoffa unkindly.
Hoffa immediately remembered the short man's name, Kerrigan Burton, his immediate superior.
Then, Kerrigan Burton threw the paper in front of Hoffa.
"Bach, how many hospitalization certificates did you approve this month!?"
Hoffa fixed his eyes and an inexplicable number came into his mind. He casually replied, 67.
"67! Do you write novels? You can issue hospitalization certificates at will! Do you think this is the Red Cross or a charity!? "The penguin man roared out.
"I'm sorry."
The short and fat man trembled with anger, "Do you still want to be responsible for the hospital's shareholders? Do you still want to be responsible for your work? Who recruited you …?"
"I'm sorry."
"Be more sincere!!"
"I'm sorry …"
"Louder!"
"I'm sorry!!"
"Louder!!"
"I'm sorry!"
Nodding and bowing, Hoffa, who had graduated several years ago and was almost thirty years old, sighed and leaned back in his chair.
He thought to himself, 'This is too terrifying. Am I really going to live like this for the rest of my life? Sitting in front of his desk all day, wrangling with his superiors, dealing with these delinquent girls …
Wait, why am I working in a hospital?
Hmm, it seems like …
It seemed to be related to something that happened when he was young. What was it?
He couldn't remember.
Hoffa walked to the window and opened it. He adjusted his tie, lit a cigarette, and stroked his bald head.
Well, forget it.
I'm so bored. I really hope that I can experience the feeling of adventure again like when I was young …
Boom!
Just as he finished his thought.
A loud sound rang out beside him, and the floor began to shake as if there was an earthquake. Then, there was another loud bang, and the entire wall in front of the office collapsed.
Hoffa was so scared that he fell to the ground. The cigarette that he had just smoked fell to his crotch.
In the open space in front of him, a huge Mech with a drill bit drilled out of the ground. It was dozens of meters tall and indescribably terrifying.
Then, the huge Mech bent down and opened its head, revealing a man with gray hair and a body of steel.
The man laughed wildly and said, "Hoffa! Bach! I finally found you! "
Hoffa was shocked, "Si … Silby!?"
"Yes, it's me! You're a bastard! You actually work in a hospital! "
The man laughed in the huge Mech. He raised a remote control in his hand and said, "Now, I have buried a big Ivan under London. If you don't hand over Tom Riddle, I will directly level England!!"
As he spoke, a mechanical arm the size of a liberation truck grabbed Hoffa and lifted him into the air.
"Bastard! How did you find me … "
"Speak, or I'll kill you!"
"You, don't even think about it …"
"Don't even think about it?"
A sinister smile appeared on Silby's face.
"Then, how about this!?"
The Mech waved its finger, and a container under it opened.
There was a scream in the container. There was a scream.
"Husband!!"
Hoffa looked down with difficulty. A blurry figure holding a child cried in the container, "Let go of my husband, I'll do whatever you want!"
The woman cried and shouted.
Hoffa was shocked and inexplicably panicked.
"You … What did you do?"
"Is this the wife you married? She's not that beautiful! "
Silby's red eyes were stuck in front of Hoffa.
"You told me that you liked beautiful women, and in the end, you married such an old woman? Tsk tsk, Bach, you disappoint me! "
Hoffa was sad, "Let them go."
"Where is Tom Riddle?"
Hoffa immediately began to think without hesitation, but no matter how 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, 2 …"
"Why is your countdown only an even number!"
Hoffa roared.
"Time's up, have you thought about it?"
"In … in Albania!"
Hoffa spouted nonsense.
Smack!!
The wife and child were instantly trampled to pieces by the huge Mech.
Silby laughed, "I lied to you! Fool! "
Looking at the two pools of blood on the ground, for some reason, Hoffa felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“NO！！！！”
.....
.....
He abruptly sat up and opened his eyes. His palms frantically groped around the bed for about ten seconds before he realized what was going on.
He didn't have a wand anymore.
At the same time, he also realized that he was only 13 years old, and he didn't have a wife or child at all.
Hoffa relaxed, exhaled a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
Damn it, I had a nightmare.
He opened his arms and lay down on the bed again. He turned his head to look at the dark blue night sky outside. It was incomparably quiet, and the sound of insects entered his ears. The air was filled with a hint of honeysuckle fragrance unique to midsummer.
However, the occasional crackling of gunshots from afar disrupted this harmony. Even with the Silent Spell cast by the Adepts, the air-raid sirens outside were faintly discernible.
This was not a peaceful place, nor was it a peaceful era.
In London in 1940, the World War was in full swing.
.....
After a while, his eyes became familiar with the darkness. The scenery in the bedroom slowly became clear, and the hospital light outside the window shone into the room, casting a few light orange spots on the ceiling of the bedroom.
In the square room, there was a neat wooden table, a white painted wardrobe, and a few drawings of human anatomy and fire safety spells were pasted on the wall.
Hoffa promised Aglaia at the beginning of the summer vacation, and came to Saint-Mango for an internship. It had been almost a month since mid-June.
Now, he was lying in a room in an old dormitory building in Saint-Mango Hospital.
There were no cell phones in this era, and he didn't have much to do. After closing his eyes for a while, he sat up and came to the table.
There was a faint green fluorescent light on the table, which was the light of Francois's Magic Watch.
The watch showed that it was 3: 30 in the morning, which was earlier than his usual time.
3: 30, damn it. Hoffa rubbed his head. If he didn't have that damn dream, he could have slept a little longer.
He woke up so early, and when it was time to go to work in the afternoon, he would be as sleepy as a horse. If he was unlucky, he might be scolded by that damn boss.
He rubbed his hair and sat down at the table.
The table was densely packed with items. There were books, repair tools, and some postcards and letters from all over the world.
Thinking of the frightening dream, Hoffa picked up the letters and tried to divert his attention.
He first picked up a dark green envelope. There was a white letter and a purple iris in the envelope. This letter was sent by a snow owl from the north half a month ago.
"Hoffa, I was in Estonia when I wrote this letter. There was a war here. I tried to stop it, but it didn't work. At first, they were fighting for land, but later, I don't know why they are fighting. I hope I can find the answer.
Also, I heard that Germany is preparing for a large-scale air war with England. Please be careful.
Ossivia Romanov.
July 1, 40, Baltic Sea. "
This was a letter from Ossivia to him. The letter was very short. After Hoffa finished reading it, he put it away and took out another postcard with a drawing of tall buildings and the Statue of Liberty. There were only a few sentences on it.
"Boy, why didn't you use the ticket I gave you? Why are you still in England? That place is about to be bombed by Germany!!"
It was a postcard from the liar, Indor. Hoffa smiled and threw the postcard aside. Maybe he would go to America in the future, but not now.
Then he picked up a letter with a drawing of a red desert. There was a long, beautiful tail feather in the envelope.
"Hoffa, how are you doing? Maya misses you a lot. She is almost an adult now and has grown four wings. I really hope you can see her soaring in the sky.
But recently, many dragons from America have been sold to Europe. I don't know what will happen.
But anyway, be careful in England. If the situation is really dangerous, you can come to me.
Joey Dago. "
The letter was from America. It was sent by Hoffa's first year friend, Joey, the gamekeeper.
Hoffa held the feather of the Thunderbird in his hand and admired it for a long time.
It was the feather of Maya, the Thunderbird. Stroking it, he could feel the free soul thousands of miles away.
He envied Maya, who could fly freely in the sky. Unlike himself, who was trapped in a small place because of work and depressed.
Feeling the concern of his friends, Hoffa's mood gradually recovered from the nightmare. He put down the letter. He got up and went to his private bathroom. He took out the toothpaste and began to brush his teeth. As he brushed his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror.
The thirteen-year-old Huo Fa's appearance was very peculiar. He had a head of short gray hair, pale golden pupils, and a silver earring in his ear. If he had a flamboyant outfit, some eyeshadow, and a flashy pose, then he could join the Burying Love family with glory.
However, he wasn't a non-mainstream person who deliberately wanted to show off. The young man in the mirror was much taller than last year, and the scars on his upper body and his lean muscles were all telling of his tiring adventures.
But, who would have thought that the boy who saved Hogwarts twice was now working as an intern in a hospital …
Hoffa spat out a mouthful of white foam, rinsed his mouth, and sighed.
Life …
He wiped his face with a towel for a while, then threw the towel over his shoulder, walked into the bedroom, sat down at the desk, put away the letter, and took out two books from the drawer. One was thick, the other was thin. He was ready to read.
The thick book was Morgan Le Fay's "Anatomy of All Things, Structure is King." He got the secret transfiguration book in his first year. He had been studying it this summer.
The thin book was Francois Lebrun's notes on structure technology. It was given to him in March last year by the principal of Dippet.
During the holidays, Hoffa had also been studying the rune technology given to him by the principal of Dippet.
Mana was Huo Fa's biggest shortcoming. After last year's battle, he had also received a lot of inspiration. He was determined to understand this knowledge well, hoping to solve his mana shortage problem through this technology.
He sat down, took out a stack of paper, and began to write and draw on the paper. After about two hours of studying, the sky gradually brightened. Just then, Hoffa heard a flapping sound coming from outside the window.
In the white sky, a white dot grew bigger and bigger. It was actually a pure white owl. It stopped on the clothes rack outside the glass window and used its beak to peck at the glass window.
Hoffa recognized it. It was Aglaia's owl, named Elizabeth. In first year, she often swung the owl around on her shoulder.
Opening the window, the owl came in and proudly circled Hoffa's desk. Hoffa saw the letter tied to its leg and wanted to reach for it.
Unexpectedly, the owl took a step back and avoided his hand. Not only that, but it also arrogantly screeched at him.
Huo Fa snorted coldly and reached out to grab it. Unexpectedly, the owl's reaction was also very fast. It flapped its wings and dodged. Huo Fa only managed to grab a few white feathers.
After a while, the desk was messed up. Hoffa shook his head helplessly.
He took out a small bag of oatmeal from the drawer, which he usually didn't eat for breakfast, and poured a glass of water for the owl.
The owl stopped messing around. It stuck its head into the plate and picked out a few nuts. Then, it proudly extended its little claws to Hoffa.
"Squirrel, you're just like your owner."
Hoffa complained and patted the owl's head.
It moved away, snorted in disdain, and flapped out the window again.
Hoffa opened the letter.
There were some crazy words written on it, as if it was written by a drunkard.
"Hoffa, the internship feels good. Tonight is my birthday. I'll send someone to pick you up. If you don't come, you're dead. Haha …"
The letter was short, but it showed the writer's bad character. There was no room for discussion and he made the decision without permission.
Tonight is Aglaia's birthday?
He looked at the calendar on the table. It was July 16th.
During this time, he didn't see Aglaia at all. Since she sent him to the hospital, it was as if she disappeared from the face of the earth. He couldn't contact her even if he wanted to.
Hoffa picked up his shirt from the bed and put it over his head. Then, he quickly used the tools to assemble the watch. The time on the watch was a quarter past six in the morning and the magic scale was 0.7X. The magic crystal in the watch was taken from Silby's arm in the second year. It was his only trophy from last year.
He put the watch on his wrist and the magic scale was changed to 0.8X.
He looked at the tall white building outside and thought of the nightmare in the middle of the night. He sighed helplessly.
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