It was July 16, and the weather was as gloomy as frost on eggplant.

After getting up early in the morning, Hoffa yawned and walked around the path surrounded by green trees towards the gray castle in the distance.

I don't know why, going to work is always associated with sleepiness. Although I haven't sat in the office yet, Hoffa yawns when he just looks at the castle in the distance.

Around you can see some scissors hands, Edward's menders, trimming the plants and patching them into various shapes. There are also some old wizard with wrinkled face and avocado, clutching crutches, walking along the path with tortoise speed and various kinds of medical equipment.

St. Mungo hospital was founded by Mungo Bohan in London in the late 16th century or early 17th century. It is the most important and perhaps the only large-scale comprehensive magic injury hospital in the magic world. The symbol of the hospital is the intersection of a bone and a magic wand.

All the way to greet the nurse, Hoffa came to his first floor office.

After entering the St. Mungo hospital, Hoffa saw all kinds of patients with various magical injuries. Some patients had an arm growing on their head, some were running around with lizard tails, and even some were God men whose whole upper body was wrapped in ice. His lips open and close, and no one knows what he's talking about

Visitors from various consultation ward numbers and floors were busy shuttling through the crowd, and therapists in dark green robes were in a hurry.

In the reception area there is a table marked "information desk".

He sat down behind the table, and soon a man with a few dense plants on his head sat down in front of Hoffa with a sad face.

Hoffa was surprised by the color and asked, "excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"Give me the opening certificate. I've been cursed by others."

The man said in despair: "the hair has turned into leaves."

"Well..."

Hoffman took out a list and wrote down a few words.

"Reverse spell damage, fifth floor, find Dr. bode. Fill in your name here. "

"How much is it?"

The green headed man asked with a sad face.

"Thirty silver Kexi, if you're in hospital. If you don't stay in hospital, 10 Silver Kexi will do

Hoffa replied, "by the way, how on earth did you do this?"

"My wife cheated, I went to catch the adulterer, but I didn't beat the adulterer..."

the man told a sad and tearful story briefly, handed Hoffa 30 silver corses, turned around, took the list, and walked to the elevator.

Looking at each other's bleak back, Hoffa suddenly feels that there is no harm without comparison. In this way, his life seems to be pretty good.

Yes, that's Hoffa's job.

His job in San Mungo is very simple, which is to arrange beds for all kinds of patients and assign them to all kinds of areas. In case of emergency, we should also arrange the location of hospital beds and help patients contact doctors to prevent chaos and unfortunate events.

Location is important, but also very busy. Especially in this era of war, scheduling beds is a very busy job.

He didn't want to do it, but it was the only one that could be done without a wand.

Hoffa promised aglia to come to the hospital for internship at the beginning. His purpose was very simple. He wanted to get a new system reward, that piece of magic fragment or the great God knowledge of system reward.

But when he really came to the hospital, he found that he was taking things for granted.

The system did prompt him when he arrived at San Mungo, but the size of the hospital was much larger than he thought.

There are six floors above the whole hospital, and three basement floors, which add up to nine floors. Except for the semi open shop and tea room on the top floor, other places are basically free for idle people.

Not to mention the dispensing and experimental areas at the bottom of the hospital, it's not at all that an intern can go in.

This made him feel sad. After one month in San Mungo, his exploration degree reached 30%, and the rest of his exploration degree could not be improved at all. It would take a long time for him to get a reward.

But when he found out the problem, it was too late, and agraia had gone home.

She didn't tell her family what they were doing in San mango, so Hoffa didn't have a good way to quit.

But it's a good chance to celebrate agraia's birthday tonight.

He plans to quit his job tonight and use the rest of the summer vacation to find a wizard's secret place with a smaller area. It's better to find a wizard's secret place with an area similar to that of nine and three fourths of the station, where you can get a reward just by walking a few steps.

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...

seeing off the unfortunate sad man, another figure appeared at Hoffa's desk, and he knocked on the table.

Hoffa raised his head, but it was not the patient who appeared at his desk this time, but a short bald man with a big stomach. He was dressed in a suit, not like a wizard, but like a Muggle manager. His short, thick fingers crossed his chest like an old penguin.He glared darkly at Hoffa, as if trying to pick a thorn out of his clothes.

"Good morning, Mr. Burton."

Hoffa said cautiously.

The man's name was kriegen Burton. He was the director of the hospital's logistics department. He was in charge of the dispensing of magic drugs and herbs. The boss who appeared in his nightmares in the early hours of the morning, Hoffa thinks that if he has nightmares, he should bear at least 50% of the responsibility.

Sure enough, the man pulled out a list with his short and thick fingers.

Pop!

On the table, his face was very bad.

Glancing at the list, Hoffa knew what he was doing.

Kerrigan Burton: you approved Hannah Kent's application yesterday

Hoffa: Yes, Mr. Burton

"For thirty silver?"

Hoffa hesitated for a moment: "No."

"Asshole!"

The fat man stood up in front of him. Like the picture he had in his dream, he came up to Hoffa with his belly shaking and anger.

"What did I tell you? Thirty silver can be used for one day. This is the standard. If you can't reach this standard, you are not allowed to stay! "

"She's a Muggle. Where can I get 30 silver Kexi?" Hoffa asked.

"Muggles, don't Muggles have pounds?"

Kerrigan Burton waved his arm excitedly.

"Or you don't even understand the most basic currency exchange, my God, today is like this, yesterday is like this, the day before yesterday is like this, you have to let me come every day to be happy..."

Hoffa turned his head and frowned.

Kerrigan Burton is a man who marks his internship. His biggest hobby is not to tease beautiful nurses or brag with colleagues. His biggest hobby is to stare at himself and pull his pigtails.

Hoffa still remembers that when he first entered the hospital, he looked like a big man and questioned his image in public, whether he was competent for the post of dealing with various wizard patients.

Your eyes are so scary. Do you want to see a doctor first

That's what he said on the first day.

There is a rumor that one of his nephews, who graduated from grade seven, wanted the job, but he was upset by himself, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

But the truth of this kind of thing, Hoffa did not confirm, he did not feel necessary. But during the month of his internship, he really didn't like this crazy guy.

"Look at me!"

Said the stout man.

Hoffa turned his head and spoke very fast: "she was cursed by the black wizard and got acne. When she was sent by the Ministry of magic, she was dying. How can I ask her for money when I have time..."

"first, pay, money, then, stay, hospital!"

The man gritted his teeth and said word by word. "That's the rule, the hospital rule, Bach!"

Hoffa was silent, squinting at his snout.

Kerrigan Burton: "I just checked the accounts of that ugly woman. Her treatment costs seventeen garons, and she can't afford it herself! She has only two pounds and fifteen pence all over her

"My work policy says that if Muggles are cursed, I should solve the problem quickly and unconditionally," Hoffa said. I don't think I'm breaking the rules. "

"That's normal!"

Burton almost jumped.

"I told you on the first day you came here that there is a war outside, asshole! Do you know how tight the beds are? Do you know how much a bed is worth

Burton's stubby fingers thumped the table.

"We are a hospital, not a charity! Don't let me see any Muggle admission form that shouldn't be approved in front of me, OK? "

Hoffa forced the impulse to beat the man into a pig's head and nodded reluctantly.

"Damn, who are these people?" Kerrigan Burton jumped out of his chair and strode to the door: "stupid as a donkey, I can't say it clearly..."

his voice disappeared around the corner, and several female nurses on the morning shift looked at Hoffa sympathetically.

He looked at the list on the table, silent.

This is why he hates to go to work. After the freshness at the beginning, he has to face all kinds of bad boss. Tom Riddle is cute compared with him.

If it was normal, Hoffa might argue with the penguin.

But tonight, he's going to say goodbye to agraia and find other wizard's secret places.

At this point, he didn't want to be unhappy with the people in the hospital. After all, the work was introduced by others, and he didn't want to make it difficult for others to do it.

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Ding Dong...

as the hospital gate turned, a wizard with bandages on his arm pushed the door and walked towards Hoffa.He took a deep breath, calmed down, and went on with his new day of hospitality.

Lunch time is just around the corner. Hoffa rubs his eyes, drags his tired body, pours a glass of water and gulps it down. He is ready to go to the next street to have lunch. He feels that the cost of a day's work is more than ten black wizards.

Hoffa doesn't like the hospital's homemade food. He always thinks it's strange to eat with a group of people with hands on his head, and he's afraid that when he eats, he'll see Burton's Penguin man and pour his stomach.

Getting in and out of San Mungo's magic hospital is similar to the partition that you have to go through to get into platform nine and three-quarters. You only need to go through a glass window. You can come to a dilapidated factory.

Through this workshop, you can come to the Muggle world outside.

At the moment, the Muggle world is in a state of panic, and there are not many colors to speak of.

A military truck rumbled through the street, raising choking dust. Soldiers in helmets and standard weapons strode down the street.

Because of the fall of France, the stammering voices of the British kings, George VI and Albert Windsor were playing on the loudspeakers on the street again and again.

"In... At such a critical moment Maybe... Maybe it's a critical moment for the survival of the country I wish my people, my people Whether at home or abroad Convey The news We are forced into conflict We have to protect ourselves, protect our country We will... We will win...

Hoffa bought a newspaper for two pence and went to the lunch vendor on the street.

Here, groups of war refugees are queuing up to buy food. They are in rags and look numb and desperate.

If you don't say it's London, Hoffa might even think he's in Mumbai. The whole city is very different from the prosperity it had just crossed two years ago.

History is always rising, but it is also spiraling. Now is the low point of civilization.

Queuing up to buy a simple pickled cucumber sandwich, he was eating simple food while reading the newspaper.

Germany has beaten France down and is planning a war against Britain. There are countless criticisms in the newspapers.

Life is not easy...

Hoffa swallowed a sandwich which was not delicious, folded up the newspaper and sighed. The uneasiness brought by the magic wand left in his heart became more and more intense.

He's going to have to quit soon to find a new wizard's secret.

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...

after lunch, just as Hoffa was about to go back to the hospital, suddenly, an old-fashioned carriage stopped outside the broken factory building at the gate of the hospital. Several men dressed as ministry employees jumped out of the carriage, carrying stretchers.

Carriage?

Hoffa was surprised. It's not common. Most witches go to San mango by flying or phantom.

With the ancient tool of carriage, can we say that the wounded can't stand any magic transportation beyond the routine?

When they saw Hoffa's hospital uniform, they immediately waved anxiously, "Hey, sir, help me!"

Hoffa approached quickly and was shocked. Thanks to his many experiences in the past two years, he was not frightened by the unfortunate guy lying on the stretcher.

This is a Muggle soldier with only half his body. He is wearing a blue uniform. His body seems to have been obliquely cut by a sharp razor. His thigh and right arm are gone. There are three crazy scratches on his abdomen. You can see the slightly undulating organs inside.

The fracture is still hissing with smoke, and the burnt black flesh seems to be baked by the iron all the time.

The soldier was lying on the stretcher, his chest undulating slightly and in a terrible shape.

"Come on, take him to the therapist."

The member of the disaster and accident department of the Ministry of magic seized Hoffa by the collar and said anxiously, "here's a Muggle soldier bitten by a fire dragon!"