Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Bite by a dragon?

Looking at the terrifying wound on the muggle soldier, Hoffa was shocked and immediately instructed: "You, hurry up, go to the registration, you bring him in, I'll call for treatment."

Seeing that this young man was quite calm, the group of Ministry of Magic employees seemed to have found the backbone. Get busy according to his instructions.

Hoffa walked through the glass wall and rushed back to the lobby of St. Mungo's Hospital. He drew a stack of paper from under the table and hurriedly began to fill in information, preparing to arrange surgery for the wounded.

The group of Ministry of Magic employees also came in from the outside carrying a stretcher, and the surrounding nurses sucked in a breath of cold air and surrounded them.

Hoffa filled out the information and quickly separated several nurses and walked to the Ministry of Magic employee: "You, go to Dai Llewellyn Ward for Serious Bites on the second floor to find the Smey Shuik healer, hurry up !"

However, at this moment, coldly snorted came from outside the crowd.

"Wait a minute."

Hoffa turned his head, and saw a short fat man parting from the crowd and walking slowly over. It was his boss, Kerrigan Bolton, the chunky penguin man whom he had just talked to this morning.

"Wait a while later."

Hoffa turned his head. It was a matter of life, and he didn't want to wrestle with him.

But his attitude undoubtedly pierced Kerrigan Bolton's nerves. He narrowed his eyes: "What are you brat talking about, who allowed you to batch the hospital bill?"

Hoffa ignores him and will resign tonight. He doesn't want to be too embarrassed.

Seeing that the muggle soldier's breathing became weaker and harder, he pushed the Ministry of Magic employees and said: "Hurry up, go to the second floor, don't care about anything... .."

Several Ministry of Magic employees just raised their feet.

"who dares to attack!!!"

The penguin man screamed like a cat with his tail stomped on. He was furious and snatched the registration number from Hoffa's hands. Prove. Those Ministry of Magic employees carrying stretchers were taken aback.

The list was chopped and taken away by short fingers.

"I don't care what his injury is, are you here according to the rules?" Krigan Bolton stepped forward and repeated: "You, according to the rules, the rules, come, are you?"

His saliva is about to spray on Hoffa's chin.

Hoffa was furious: "He's going to die! Didn't you see this wound?"

Kregan Bolton's gloomy face, sticking to Hoffa's side, whispered in a low voice: " Boy, I don’t care who you introduced, but when you do things at St. Mungo's, you have to follow the rules! Learn a little!" After finishing speaking, he pushed Hoffa away from his hips and looked at them. An employee of Ministry of Magic said old-fashioned: "What is your relationship with the injury?"

Several Ministry of Magic employees were taken aback, "We are just doing things according to orders."

"Why don't you see the silhouette of the injured family members." He asked righteously, "This operation is not a child's play. We must sign a liability agreement before we can proceed with the follow-up work."

Family...?

Several Ministry of Magic employees looked at each other in blank dismay and didn't seem to know what to say for a while.

Hoffa can't stand it anymore. This old bastard dilly-dallying attitude is simply human life as grass. He grabbed Bolton Potioneer's collar: "This is a muggle, muggle soldier! Do you want a sober muggle to sign at St. Mungo's?"

"What attitude do you have?"

fatty glared at him, and his nose hair trembled angrily.

Hoffa's arms energized, and he was lifted up little by little in the astonished gaze of the penguin man.

"What do you want to do?" He scolded.

Hoffa: "Schedule the operation, immediately!"

"What attitude do you want to be expelled?"

"Expelled..... ."

However, their with swords drawn and bows bent was interrupted by a Ministry of Magic employee. He suddenly said, "No need."

Hoffa was taken aback. looked towards employees.

The Ministry of Magic employee said, "He's dead."

Hoffa let go, squatted down and pressed the soldier's neck. The soldier who was bitten in half by the dragon breathed out his last breath, his eyes widened, and he stared at the ceiling in a daze. There is no more ups and downs in his chest, and he can't die anymore.

The surrounding nurses shook their heads, sighed and dispersed. In the war years, such things were all too common.

Hoffa stood up, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Krigan Bolton frowned and said, "Go down and let the logistics department take care of it. Don't interfere with normal work here. Also, we don't accept muggles during this time, don't bother who Pull it over."

Several Ministry of Magic employees screamed, looking depressed.

Borton tidied his tie, and whispered to Hoffa coldly snorted, "Learn a little bit, understand!?"

This sentence is like an explosive barrel Fire star, blood rushed towards the top door, adrenaline began to rise, Hoffa tilted his head: "He was originally, maybe he didn't need to die."

"Not dead? Who won't?"

The man sneered: "Do you know France, do you know Belgium? Do you know Poland? Everyday all die in the world. Thousands of people die every day. Go and save, can you save it?"

"You have to be responsible for this." Hoffa squeezed a few words from his teeth.

"Fun, I am responsible, what responsibility do I have? Who will be responsible for Mr. Bohan, who will be responsible for the shareholders, who will be responsible for their medical expenses, I warn you, since you came here , The hospital has lost at least 800 plus because of the certificate you issued indiscriminately..."

pa!!

His neck is held.

Immediately, Bolton saw a pair of scary golden eyes. The young man standing in front of him suddenly became taller.

He didn't wait for him to think about the reason.

Next second.

bang!!

A heavy fist hit his face, knocking the bridge of his nose crooked.

He didn't even react before he was thrown to the ground with a punch.

peng~ peng~ peng~ peng~! ! !

Immediately, Huo licked the leader’s thighs as if swinging a big stick, smashing him left and right. Amidst the splashing of the rubble, he had only time to let out a piercing scream. A frustrated ball generally collapsed.

In the horrified eyes of everyone. In Potioneer of St. Mungo's Hospital, the man named Kerrigan was forcibly smashed into the floor tiles by his intern. His front teeth fell and his limbs twisted into an incredible arc.

Hoffa gasping for breath furiously. He stood on the spot, looking at the two pits on the left and right, with a sullen expression, threw away the broken shoe in his hand, and spit on the penguin man. : "Really when I came to serve you? Go eat shit!"

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Three hours later.

Hospital 5-Layer.

The head nurse looked at Hoffa and pushed him to the door of the head office.

"Bohan head called to see you, let's go in."

After speaking, she gave Hoffa some black and white printed paper in her hand, and turned to leave.

Hoffa looked at the few mimeographed papers. In the picture, Krigan Bolton's whole body was wrapped in a bandage, like a mummy, its appearance was terrible.

There are rows of inspection reports at the back, two pages long, Hoffa rubbed his forehead and secretly sighed.

The one who should come is always coming.

He regrets it, but it is not at all regretting that he blasted Kerrigan Bolton. He regretted that he had agreed to Agley Asia-Pacific sloppyly and that he was not suitable for working in the unit.

Heaven knows what is waiting for you.

He held the door handle of the head office and pushed in.

But the scene inside the door made him temporarily forget his experience.

This is a very peculiar room. The light in the room is dim and soft. There are many plant tentacles slowly squirming. They are interlaced with each other, clinging to desks, sofas, chairs, and even teapots. This makes the whole room look like a biological green stomach wall.

He has spent two years in the magic school and he naturally recognizes this plant. This is Devil's Snare, a vine plant that is afraid of light and fire, but at the same time under certain circumstances, it can be extremely active and changeable.

But Devil's Snare is not the most eye-catching thing in this room, the most eye-catching thing is an operating table on the side of the room.

On the operating table, lies a golden retriever with a bandage. The hound's body seemed to have been seriously injured, and its entire hind legs were broken by bullets.

A man with glasses and a white coat is standing in front of the operating table, quietly performing an operation on the golden retriever.

The intertwined vines in the room passed various knives to the man's side like flexible fingers.

Hoffa was shocked by this scene.

Is the head of St. Mungo's...a veterinarian?

The man noticed the noise at the door, and he turned his head. This is a middle-aged man, with an elegant appearance, deep legal patterns, and an incomparable temperament. He raised his head and glanced at Hoffa lightly, beckoning to him.

Across the two thick vines on the ground, Hoffa walked slowly to the man.

When he walked to the man, he noticed a lot of eyes around him observing him.

Hoffa looked around for a week, and it turns out that there are not only Devil's Snare in this room, but also many cats and dogs.

Some timid cats and dogs watched themselves vigilantly in the corner, and some courageous came to Hoffa's side. Two Labradors sniffed on him, a bulldog. He drooped his head and looked up at him, while two black cats silently circled his legs.

Hoffa withdrew his attention from these animals and looked towards the man in front of him who was undergoing surgery.

He has been in class here for more than a month, and he naturally knows the current St. Mungo's head.

Jacob Bohan.

A man who has been in the head position for nearly ten years.

The man indifferently said without raising his head: "Hand me the calipers."

Hoffa hearing this, glanced at the surgical tray, took out a small tweezers from the tray and passed it Past.

He took the tweezers, and slowly put the tool into the leg of the golden retriever in front of him, and then slowly pulled it out. The end of the tweezers accurately clamped a bloody shrapnel.

The golden retriever wailed in pain.

The man immediately pressed the golden retriever's neck with his wide palm.

"Shhh."

The golden retriever calmed down.

Then Jacob Bohan right hand quickly took out several shrapnel from its hind legs.

"Alcohol."

Hoffa passed the alcohol.

"Cotton swab."

Hoffa passed the cotton swab.

"Gauze."

Hoffa passed the gauze. For a while, he also seemed to become a Devil's Snare tentacle...

Ten Minutes later, the operation was over. The golden retriever was lying on the bed, licking the man’s fingers, and the elegant head was bandaging the wound while explaining:

"It was injured in the war, but the animal 'S life is very tenacious. Just give them a chance and a little respect, and they will survive and give back to you a hundredfold."

Hoffa doesn't know what to answer. This is the first time he and St. Mungo's heads face each other.

The man took the bandaged golden retriever into the cage, took off the white coat with blood, revealing the ordinary black casual clothes underneath. He walked behind the table and leaned on the chair. extend the hand, very relaxed and said: "Listen, let me take a look."

Hoffa handed over Bolton’s medical report, and a few vines squirmed silently on the table like snakes. Picking up the pictures, I looked at the man one by one.

During this period.

Hoffa has her hands behind her back and said nothing. What he cares a little about is whether he beat Bolton violently, whether it will bring any unpredictable bad effects.

At this moment, one of the tentacles of Devil's Snare wriggling on the table stretched out, pushed a chair silently, and placed it under Hoffa's ass.

It even clicked Hoffa's shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.

Hoffa glanced at Jacob Bohan in a slightly stunned look. The man said casually while looking at the picture: "Sit, this is not Azkaban."

Hearing the other person talking, Hoffa Slightly astonished, he realized that the opponent's spirit strength field was so soft that it was almost imperceptible. But that control is the highest among all the wizards he has ever seen, not one of them.

He sat down, and as soon as he sat down, two black cats jumped on his knees, snored, and rubbed their heads against the back of Hoffa's hands.

In such an environment, Hoffa couldn't help but stroke the cat's neck.

At this time, another Devil's Snare tentacles slowly came to Hoffa with a cup of ceramic coffee.

The tentacles still have forks. It rolls a small spoon and stirs the coffee ding ding dong dong.

The tentacles of the other vine touched Hoffa's shoulder, as if motioning for him to drink coffee.

Hoffa had both hands on the cat, so he closed his shoulders and let go of the Devil's Snare tentacles.

The tentacle actually rolled up another sugar cube and fell into the coffee cup. After adding the sugar, it even brought the coffee cup to Hoffa's mouth. Reluctant to forgive.

Hoffa can only silently move a little to the left and get out of the cup.

"Why, don't you like coffee?"

The man in front of him asked kindly while looking at the picture.

"I don't like it very much."

Hoffa replied.

The Devil's Snare vine put the coffee cup back in place.

"Tea? Pure water? Milk?"

"Uh...no, thank you."

Hoffa instinctively refused.

"Are you nervous? This is not like you."

He said with a smile, "I have heard of you, Hoffa. Bach, and those things you do, To be honest, letting you stay in this position is indeed a little bit more talented."

Hoffa frowned: "Mr. Bohan, can you tell me something?"

" Hmph." The man laughed, then raised his head, looked directly at Hoffa’s pale-gold eyes, crossed his fingers, indifferently said:

"The bones of his whole body were broken 2/3/2021, intracranial hemorrhage, organ dislocation, Severe concussion, paralyzed by high paralysis. Fortunately, this is St. Mungo's Hospital. You did not commit the murder, Mr. Bach."