Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Bones all over the body were broken on 2/3/2021, intracranial hemorrhage, dislocation of organs, severe concussion, high paraplegia, fortunately this is St. Mungo's Hospital, you did not commit The crime of murder, Mr. Bach."

After the other party finished speaking, Hoffa motionless, his face expressionless.

That's it, he thought maybe he could go to Ministry of Magic to explore the wizard Secret Realm. Seriously, maybe I should go to Azkaban to explore Secret Realm. I don’t know I’m so happy that I can take a few meals with dementor...

Just when Hoffa was in a mess and was thinking about it, St. The head of Mungo's Hospital stood up, walked to the front of the table, and leaned on the table lazily:

"Boton lost my face and violated the hospital's regulations, and he privately greeted the hospital for medical treatment. I just reviewed these things recently, but I haven’t done anything yet, so you will take care of him for me. It’s really interesting."

Hoffa looked up at the head and looked calm and calm. Looks like, I don't know what he wants to express.

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

" What is the punishment?" Hoffa asked mechanically.

"Oh, you may face several judicial procedures. After all, this is a society under the rule of law. However, it doesn't matter anymore."

Judicial procedures? Doesn't matter? Hoffa sat on the chair and dangled, but the other party did not give him a chance to speak.

Jacob waved his hand: "I am curious that you should be about the same age as Aglaia."

"en."

"Why are you so powerful?"

The head of St. Mungo's Hospital leaned against the table and looked at Hoffa with interest, his eyes seemed to be looking at a specimen.

"You are only 13 years old."

Hoffa felt goose bumps. 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 hurry."

The hospital head laughed, and he said, "Aglaia is my niece. She asked me to take you to the birthday party. I I think this matter is obviously more important. If you have anything, let’s wait until the party is over.” Hoffa was shocked. He didn’t expect Aglaia to be the head niece, even more. 't expect She actually chose to let Head take herself to the birthday party.

Is this guy from such a prominent family background?

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

"It's almost time."

He straightened up and grabbed Hoffa's arm.

Directly a Disapparation, the two disappeared into the air.

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Jacob squeezed out Disapparation with Hoffa, he hasn’t gotten from this unfathomable mystery I reacted during the reversal, how come I was still in the office in the posture of preparing for trial, but now he is coming to the party again.

Jacob Bohan was very indifferent. He raised his neck and pointed to the distance and said, "That's The Burrow of my sister-in-law."

The Burrow?

Hoffa followed his fingers and looked over, his face was half dark.

This is also called The Burrow?

In the night, he saw a huge manor towering in the darkness. It has a pointed dome and walls covered with boston ivy. It sits on the hillside in this way, very majestic and dignified.

This is Hoffa's first visit to a student's house. But for some reason, it feels uncomfortable and even worse. Looking at the man holding his arm and hand next to him, he thought of the shareholders in Kerrigan Bolton's mouth and the soldier who was bitten in half by the dragon. I also thought of Britain's noble families.

He suddenly a little envious of Harry Potter in the future. The feelings between him and Ron don't need to be mixed with too many foreign objects. They are just friends.

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

Now Aglaia is still young, wait for it to be older? Can she still maintain a calm mind, can she still maintain a calm mind?

All kinds of thoughts rushed through his mind, and Hoffa silently pushed the arm holding his arm away.

"Where is Aglaia?" he asked.

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

"Is it necessary?" Hoffa Asked.

"If she is the only one, it is not necessary."

The man said gently. "But there are a lot of people today. Also, let me remind you that my younger sister, Elise, is not a good talking woman."

The younger sister in his mouth refers to Aglaia’s mother, Hoffa. No longer said anything.

The two of them stepped on the cobblestone path on the hillside and walked slowly into this manor. Along the way, Hoffa saw wizard Disapparation constantly coming over. When those wizards saw Jacob Pohan, they greeted him nodded and greeted him enthusiastically.

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

But for Hoffa, those people cast curious eyes. He is still wearing plain blue and white overalls, which contrasts sharply with those well-dressed wizards.

"Don't be restrained, their relationship with Aglaia is not as familiar to you." After entering the manor, St. Mungo's head murmured.

An attendant opened the door for Hoffa.

This made him a little uncomfortable, watching the attendants who opened the door for him, watching the red carpet under the brightly lit in front, watching the big bellies around, holding cane, and nodded with each other. Strange crowds bowing.

For some reason, he instinctively wants to leave here.

Hoffa doesn't know how the over-energy guy like Aglea can withstand this environment. Is it because it is suffocated at home that it is so impudent at school?

He would rather be invited to The Burrow of Weasley Family and have a simple birthday party in the garden with his friends.

He thinks that would be more interesting. You can see potatoes Pukwudgie and Ghoul...

I haven't waited for Hoffa to think about it for a few more seconds, Jacob Bohan He pushed him down next to an old man dressed as a housekeeper.

"Help Mr. Bach to change his clothes." He said with a smile, "He is a friend of Aglaia."

The lean man in the tuxedo The old man pushed his glasses and bowed silently. He was so respectful that he couldn't find any faults, and he was so professional.

He followed the old man into the dressing room of this mansion, where many maids and entertainers shuttled in an orderly manner. It felt like they had come to the studio of Downton manor.

The old man soon came to Hoffa with a large pile of clothes, and said as he spread it out:

"The castle does not have a boy your age, but fortunately, Drasses Mr. has a lot of clothes left. Although the styles are a bit old, it’s okay to wear them."

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

"Call me Hoffa."

He said.

"Okay, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa....... "Whatever you want, please do whatever you like."

He Straighten his hands, like a maidservant of the landlord.

old steward didn't say much any more, and quickly and swiftly changed Hoffa into a very elegant black retro dress.

After changing clothes, Hoffa looked at herself in the mirror and put on airs.

What I thought of was the day I went to Gringotts to scam money two years ago. This challenge seemed to be more sudden than the one two years ago.

Back then, it was enough to sit still and pretend to be a wolf with a big tail. Can you do the same today?

After changing clothes and walking out the door, the head of St. Mungo's Hospital was nodded with satisfaction: "I now know why she insisted on letting you over."

Hoffa smiled a little Reluctantly, I don't know if it's because the clothes are not my own, or because the style is like this, in short, it's a bit tight.

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

He patted Hoffa's shoulder and blinked. For some reason, this action reminded him of Dumbledore.

The old man nodded in a tuxedo said softly: "Go here, Mr. Bach, Miss De Lasses has been talking about you for two summer vacations."

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Walking into the main hall of the castle, Hoffa can only describe this place as a moat and evil capitalism.

An ancient crystal chandelier is suspended on the magic ceiling. The frescoes on the dome are comparable to Michelangelo’s 30 years of hard work. On the huge arches, there are carved various sculptures. A statue of a seraph.

The waiter on the ground shuttled back and forth, and countless silver plates were placed on the ice cubes in the buffet position, and each piece was refined as if it were a work of art. He also saw three or four house elfs turning around against the glass goblet.

In the foyer, gift boxes of various colors are piled up like a mountain, which should be Aglaia’s birthday present...

Hoffa can't help but lament the huge gap between the rich and the poor. At noon, he was still lining up to buy sandwiches on the side of the road, and in the evening he could taste fifty kinds of seafood with his dinner plate.

Even if World War II is outside, these people still have warm smiles on their faces. It feels like being in a prosperous world.

Think of the black Friday that detonated World War II again. Hoffa seemed to see nothingness under this brilliant rays of light. It was the original sin, the original sin of mankind. This was not the way he wanted, let alone a The true meaning that wizard should pursue.

At this time, a line of sight shot from the crowd, and Hoffa stopped.

One sharp, the owner of the eyes is a middle-aged woman, she has long black hair, quite beautiful and alluring, she wears a black dress and is surrounded by the crowd with a fierce temperament, seems to want to use it His eyes cut Hoffa whole.

You can also think of her identity with your toes.

Hoffa felt that this friend's mother didn't seem to welcome him.

Retracting his gaze, the old steward stood on the stairs and said softly: "Come with me."

Go up the spiral staircase. On the walls of the castle, there are many photos or oil paintings. Those should be the portraits of this ancient Castle Lord.

After following the housekeeper to the third floor of the house, the conversation downstairs gradually disappeared, and the surroundings became very quiet. The protagonist in the wall painting has gradually become the girl he knows well.

Hoffa looked at it one by one along the wall. From these photos, he can clearly see the growth process of Aglaia, from the young girl with the bun face to the young girl with the oval face.

Just looking at it, he found a problem.

Aglaia is a girl with Veela bloodline, but in all the photos, Hoffa can't see other women with Veela bloodline.

Among the rows of photos on the wall, beside her, there is always a majestic, dignified woman with fluttering black hair, the one I saw downstairs.

Although her mother is very beautiful, her appearance is not similar to that of Aglaia, and she does not have Veela's bloodline.

This made him browse frowned, and Hoffa couldn’t help but ask the housekeeper: "Where’s Aglaia’s father?"

"Mr. Delraces went on a business trip."

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The butler replied lightly. He opened a room door, made a please gesture, and slowly stepped back.