145 Chapter 10, Jacob

Hoffa planned to enter the dean's office and report to the dean, but just as he put his hand on the doorknob, the vague laughter in the room made his palm stop in mid-air. He withdrew his hand and stepped back to the balcony railing.

It took about five minutes before the laughter in the room subsided.

The sound of footsteps came, and Hoffa, who was lying on the fence, turned his head slightly. The door opened, and two red-faced little nurses walked out of the room with their hands on their chests and grinning.

Seeing Hoffa leaning on the porch with his arms folded and looking at the scenery, the two nurses looked at each other, and the smiles on their faces gradually faded away. They hurried away with their heads down.

Hoffa withdrew his head and turned to look inside the door.

A man stood at a desk, with his back to Hoffa, straightening his collar, and some messy papers were scattered on the floor.

This is a middle-aged man with deep nasolabial folds, dark brown eyes deeply embedded in some sunken pale eye sockets, it can be seen that he was a very handsome man when he was young.

He has been studying here for more than a month, so he naturally knows the current dean of St. Mungo.

Jacob Bohan. A man who has been the dean for nearly ten years. An old guy who is addicted to sex, he should be Aglaia's uncle by blood.

He glanced up at Hoffa and waved to Hoffa.

Hoffa walked in with the list, and the air was filled with some cloying aromas. He held his breath silently, kicked away a ball of paper at his feet, and handed over the list.

The other party took it, sat down on the chair, and flipped over quickly and meaninglessly.

During this period, Hoffa stared at the other party without saying a word, with his hands behind his back. He was a little concerned about whether his violent beating of Bolton would bring about any unforeseen adverse effects.

After turning around for a while, the dean said: . :

"Two-thirds of the body's bones are broken, intracranial hemorrhage, organ dislocation, severe concussion, high paralysis, fortunately this is St. Mungo's Hospital, you did not commit murder, Mr. Bach."

After the other party finished speaking, he raised his eyelids behind the list and glanced at Hoffa.

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

"He disgusts me."

Hoffa said softly.

"Oh, don't be so cynical."

While talking, Yago pointed at a glass wine bottle next to him.

Hoffa glanced at the wine bottle, then at the director of the hospital, walked to the bottle, uncorked the bottle, poured the wine into the glass, and pushed it over.

The man gulped down his drink, sat up straight from his seat, and crossed his fingers. "I've seen a man like you before. He's hardly a hero now."

"who?"

Hoffa was a little curious.

"Forget it, don't change the subject. Do you know how bad this is?"

Hoffa nodded silently.

"After all, this is still a society ruled by law. We wizards have to follow the rules.

Yago frowned, and then let go: "You may face several judicial procedures, but this is on the premise that I report this matter."

Hoffa was a little confused.

Yago laughed and said, "I've heard about you, Hoffa Bach, and the things you did. To be honest, it's really a bit inferior to let you stay in this position."

After speaking, he threw the medical records aside, took out another form from a stamp on the table, and handed it to Hoffa.

"have a look."

Hoffa took it in a daze, and found that it turned out to be a wanted warrant, which he had seen earlier on the Daily Prophet.

The person on the wanted notice had a big beard, was carrying a large box, and his back was facing the crowd, with a cold and vigilant expression. After just a glance, he hurriedly disappeared into the crowd.

"Norbert Hagrid, an alchemist and dragon trainer. The soldier you saw today was bitten to death by his dragon."

Hoffa's eyes widened: "And then?"

"A week ago, a freighter from the Far East transported a large number of dragon species to Europe, ready to be transported to St. Mungo for research.

But this guy hijacked the ship near the North Sea, took away all the dragon species, killed five people on the spot, and seriously injured ten people. However, he didn't know that those dragon species had our hospital's special magic mark on them. Look at the back of the list. "

Hoffa turned the list over, and behind the list was a magic map with a blue dot flickering slightly on the map.

Hoffa was startled: "Do you want me to bring him back?"

"Are you okay?"

Yago sneered.

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief, thinking too much. I am just a student who is not in the third grade, how could I be sent to carry out the arrest mission.

Jacob had a playful expression on his face, and he crossed his fingers: "You are not an Auror, so I don't need you to arrest people. But this guy stole things from our hospital, and I must ask someone to get them back."

He said firmly: "Go, get back the dirt that the old bastard stole, and forget about your beating."

After speaking, he put the empty glass on the table and signaled Hoffa to leave.

Hoffa looked at the list in his hand, and then looked at the other party's completely indifferent expression, which made him a little uncomfortable.

He felt that he didn't receive any respect from the other party at all. He looked at himself with the same attitude as he looked at a waiter.

"What happens if I don't say yes?" he asked.

"No?"

Yago frowned, as if he didn't expect Hoffa to say this at all.

"Young man, do you know where you stand. You may be charged at any time."

Hoffa touched his finger and said calmly, "I just want to know what will happen if I don't agree."

"Well, you're going to be locked up in Azkaban and await trial for a while, but I think Dumbledore will always get you out, won't he?"

"Dumbledore knows?"

Hoffa immediately asked, "Is this the case?"

"No, he doesn't know."

Yago grinned and said slowly, "I don't know yet."

Hoffa's Adam's apple rose and fell: "Let me think about it."

The dean curled his lips: "I guess you don't want him to know."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and patted Hoffa on the shoulder:

"Hurry up, think about it and come to me. I hope to get back the things lost in the hospital before school starts."

After walking out of the dean's office, the outside was already full of stars, and it was night.

Hoffa looked at the arrest warrant in his hand, and for a while, his brain began to struggle again. From a rational point of view, at the age of 13, it is definitely not a good idea to go outside to this war-torn world. And he had clearly promised others, so how could he go back on his word?

But judging from his instinctive reaction, he didn't mean to be afraid at all, on the contrary, he was eager to try.

He wanted a more interesting life, and he didn't like the boring work of St. Mungo's Hospital at all. What's more, he didn't want Dumbledore to know about his beating in the hospital.

He looked at the list in his hand, walked with his head down, and began to struggle repeatedly in his heart.

go.

don't go

go.

don't go

go.

don't go

As he was walking, he bumped into a finger, and he looked up.

A silver-haired girl stood in front of him at some point, with her arms crossed. With a smirk on his face.

Hoffa subconsciously stuffed the lists behind his back.

"You have a bad temper, how does it feel to hit someone?"

Aglaia tapped his chest with her hands, pressing harder and harder. She did not know when she came to the hospital.

Hoffa scowled and walked away from her fingers,

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid that if I don't come again, you are going to tear down this hospital." Aglaia teased, with her hands behind her back, "Do you remember what day it is today?"

Hoffa didn't answer, and hurried past her. He knew that today was Aglaia's birthday, but he found that he had forgotten it again. He neither bought a gift nor made any preparations. Being a friend for this sake is really embarrassing.

Seeing that Hoffa didn't say anything, Aglaia narrowed her eyes, and she stepped forward quickly.

"you forgot?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Hoffa stuffed the papers into his pocket and walked quickly outside the hospital.

"Then why are you hesitating?"

"Aren't I going to buy you a gift?"

Hoffa felt a little guilty.

"Are you really going to buy it?"

"real."

Hoffa walked faster and faster.

He was really going to buy it, hoping the gift shop wasn't closed or blown up by Muggle planes.

"I don't want it, I don't need anything."

Aglaia sighed helplessly.

"Is it?"

Hoffa felt a little bad, and he became alert:

"I don't want to be in a stage play."

"It's a shame," Hoffa said.

"What?"

Aglaia laughed angrily. She stopped, took Hoffa's arm and turned around.

"Do you think I'm here to ask you to act in a stage play?"

Hoffa looked suspiciously at her somewhat dissatisfied face:

"Then what do you want me for?"

Aglaia sighed deeply, "My mother told me to tell you that you have been fired for wantonly beating up your colleagues."

"real?"

Hoffa yelled happily, but then felt bad again, and coughed twice seriously.

"That's it, what a pity."

Aglaia looked at him contemptuously, "Tell me, what are you going to do next?"

Hoffa involuntarily touched his waist with his palm, and an inexplicable desire gradually rose up. But in a flash, this desire was suppressed by reason again, and he shook his head.

"I have not decided yet."

"Didn't you think about it? If you don't think about it, come and act in a stage play."

"Get out!"

Aglaia laughed. After laughing, she said: "You don't need to perform the stage play, but you must come to the banquet tonight! I have many friends who want to know you."