"Two-thirds of the bones in your body are broken, intracranial hemorrhage, dislocation of organs, severe concussion, and paralysis. Fortunately, this is Saint-Mango Hospital, so you didn't 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 wizard's secret realm. More seriously, maybe he should go to the Azkaban to explore the secret realm. He didn't know how many meals he could feed the Soul Catcher with this little bit of happiness …
Just as Hoffa's mind was in a mess, the director of Saint-Mango Hospital stood up, walked to the table, and leaned on the table lazily.
"Bolton embarrassed me, violated the hospital's rules, and secretly embezzled the hospital's medical research funds. I've just investigated these things recently, but I haven't done anything yet. You're taking care of him for me, how interesting."
Hoffa looked up at the director's casual expression, not knowing what he wanted to say.
"When Aglaia introduced you, I still thought highly of you. But I originally thought that a Ravenclaw would 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 procedures? It 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 your age. You should be about the same age as Aglaia."
"Yes."
"How can you be so strong?"
The director of Saint-Mango Hospital leaned on the table and looked at Hoffa with interest, as if he was looking at a specimen.
"You're only 13 years old."
Hoffa felt goosebumps. He let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and the cat jumped to the ground. "Excuse me, what's the judicial procedure?"
"Oh, no hurry."
The hospital director smiled and said, "Aglaia is my niece. She asked me to bring you to the birthday party. I think this is obviously more important. If there's anything, we can talk about it after the party. "
Hoffa was shocked. He never thought that Aglaia was the dean's niece, nor did he expect that she would choose the dean to bring him to the birthday party.
Was this guy from such a prominent family?
After that, Jacob Bohan rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch.
"It's about time."
He straightened up and grabbed Hoffa's arm.
With a Mirage Shift, the two of them disappeared into thin air.
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Jacob took Hoffa out of the Mirage. He still hadn't reacted to this inexplicable reversal. Just a moment ago, he was in the office preparing to be interrogated, but now he was going to attend the party.
Jacob Bohan, on the other hand, was very indifferent. He raised his neck, pointed to the distance and said, "That is my sister's humble abode."
Humble abode?
Hoffa looked in the direction of his finger, and half of his face darkened.
This was called humble abode?
In the night, he saw a huge manor towering in the darkness. It had a pointed dome and walls covered with creepers. It was located on the hillside, looking very imposing and solemn.
This was the first time Hoffa came to his classmate's house as a guest. But for some reason, this feeling was not comfortable, nor was it good. Looking at the man beside him who was holding his arm, he thought of the shareholders that Kerrigan Burton mentioned, and the soldier who was bitten in half by the dragon. He also thought of the noble families in England.
At this moment, he suddenly envied the future Harry Potter. The relationship between him and Ron didn't need to be mixed with too many external things. They were just friends.
As for himself and Aglaia, it seemed that there were too many factors that would affect their relationship. Family background, personality, gender, and so on …
Now Aglaia was still young, but what about when she was older? Would she still be able to maintain her normal state of mind? Would he still be able to maintain his normal state of mind?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Hoffa silently pushed away the arm that was holding his arm.
"Where's Aglaia?" He asked.
"I'll take you to change your 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's alone, it's not necessary."
The man said gently. "But there are a lot of people today. Also, let me remind you, my sister Elise is not a woman who is easy to talk to."
The sister he mentioned was Aglaia's mother, so Hoffa didn't say anything more.
The two stepped on the cobblestone path on the hillside and slowly walked into the manor. Along the way, Hoffa saw wizards constantly teleporting over with Mirage. When the wizards saw Jacob Bohan, they all nodded to him and greeted him warmly.
The dean of Saint-Mango Hospital was naturally famous.
But when it came to Hoffa, they all looked at him curiously. He was still wearing his plain blue and white work clothes, which was a sharp contrast to the well-dressed wizards.
"Don't be shy, they're not as close to Aglaia as you are." After entering the manor, the dean of Saint-Mango whispered.
A servant opened the door for Hoffa.
This made him a little uncomfortable. He looked at the servants who opened the door for him, looked at the brightly lit red carpet in front of him, and looked at the strange people with big bellies, holding canes, nodding and bowing to each other in a reserved manner.
For some reason, he instinctively wanted to leave this place.
Hoffa didn't know how Aglaia, who had too much energy, could stand this environment. Could it be that she was so bored at home that she was so impudent at school?
He would rather be invited to the Weasley's house and have a simple birthday party with his friends in the garden.
He thought it would be more interesting. He could see potato goblins and ghouls …
Before Hoffa could think for a few more seconds, Jacob Bohan pushed him to the side of an old man dressed as a butler.
"Help Mr. Bach change his clothes." He smiled. "He's Aglaia's friend."
The lean old man in a tuxedo pushed his glasses and silently bowed. He was so respectful that no one could find any fault with it. He was extremely professional.
He followed the old man into the changing room of the big house. Many maids and waiters shuttled in an orderly manner. It felt as if he had come to the set of Downton Manor.
The old man quickly came to Hoffa with a large pile of clothes and said as he unfolded them.
"There are no boys of your age in the castle, but fortunately, Mr. Drasser left a lot of clothes. Although the style is a little old, you can wear them."
The tuxedo butler said, "Mr. Bach, what style do you like?"
"Call me Hoffa."
He said.
"Okay, Mr. Bach."
Hoffa … "Anything. You can do whatever you like."
He stretched out his hands, like a maid who had resigned herself to the treatment of the landlord.
The old butler didn't say anything more. He quickly and deftly changed Hoffa into a very elegant black retro suit.
After changing, Hoffa looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a dog.
But what he thought of was the day he went to Gringotts to cheat money two years ago. This challenge seemed to come more suddenly than two years ago.
Back then, he just had to sit still and pretend to be a wolf. Could he do the same today?
After changing his clothes and walking out, the director of Saint-Mango Hospital nodded with satisfaction. "Now I know why she asked you to come."
Hoffa's smile was a little forced. He didn't know if it was because the clothes weren't his or because the style was so. In short, it was a little tight.
"Bring him over," Jacob Bohan said to the butler.
He patted Hoffa's shoulder and winked. He didn't know why, but this action reminded him of Dumbledore.
The old man in the tuxedo nodded and said softly, "This way, Mr. Bach. Miss Drasser has been talking about you for two summers."
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Walking into the main hall of the castle, Hoffa could only describe this place as a place full of opulence and evil capitalism.
An ancient crystal chandelier was suspended on the enchanted ceiling, bright and bright. The mural on the dome was comparable to Michelangelo's 30 years of painstaking effort. On the huge arch, there were carvings of all kinds of six-winged angels.
The ground attendants shuttled back and forth. Countless silver plates were placed on the ice in the buffet area. Each of them was exquisite like a work of art. He also saw three or four house elves walking around with a glass of wine.
In the foyer, gift boxes of various colors were piled up like a mountain. They should be Aglaia's birthday gifts …
Hoffa couldn't help but sigh at the big gap between the rich and poor in society. At noon, he was still lining up on the street to buy sandwiches, but at night, he could hold a plate and taste 50 kinds of seafood.
Even if World War II was going on outside, these people's faces were still filled with warm smiles. It was as if they were in a prosperous paradise.
Thinking of Black Friday, which ignited World War II, Hoffa seemed to see a void in this brilliant light. That was the original sin, the original sin of mankind. This was not the path he wanted, and it was not the true meaning that a wizard should pursue.
At this time, a gaze from the crowd shot over, and Hoffa stopped.
The owner of the sharp gaze was a middle-aged woman. She had long black hair and was quite beautiful. She was wearing a black dress and had a fierce temperament. Surrounded by the crowd, she seemed to want to cut Hoffa apart with her gaze.
One could guess her identity even with their toes.
Hoffa felt that this friend's mother didn't seem to welcome him.
Retracting his gaze, the old butler stood on the stairs and said softly, "Come with me."
They went all the way up the spiral stairs. On the walls of the castle, there were many pictures and paintings. Those should be the portraits of the former owner of the castle.
After following the butler to the third floor of the house, the conversation downstairs gradually disappeared, and the surroundings became very quiet. The main character in the paintings on the wall gradually became the girl that he was familiar with.
Hoffa looked along the wall one by one. From these pictures, he could clearly see the process of Aglaia's growth, from a young girl with a round face to a young girl with an oval face.
But as he looked, he found a problem.
Aglaia was a girl with the Charming Baby bloodline, but in all the pictures, Hoffa couldn't see any other woman with the Charming Baby bloodline.
Among the rows of photos on the wall, there was always a dignified woman with black hair standing beside her. It was the one he saw downstairs.
Although her mother was very beautiful, her appearance was not similar to Aglaia's, and she didn't have the Charming Baby bloodline.
This made him frown. Hoffa couldn't help but ask the butler, "Where's Aglaia's father?"
"Mr. Dracath went on a business trip."
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