Bitten by a dragon?

Looking at the ferocious and terrible wound on the Muggle soldier, Hoffa was surprised and immediately said: "you, hurry up, go to register, you carry him in, I'll contact for treatment."

Seeing that the teenager was quite calm, the employees of the Ministry of magic seemed to have found the backbone. Keep busy at his command.

Hoffa went through the glass wall and rushed back to the hall of San Mungo hospital. He took a stack of paper from under his desk and began to fill in the information in a hurry to arrange the operation for the wounded.

The group of Ministry of magic employees also came in carrying stretchers from outside, and the nurses around them took a breath and surrounded them.

Hoffa filled in the information, quickly separated several nurses and went to the Ministry of magic employee: "you, go to the biological damage department on the second floor to find the smesuik therapist, hurry up!"

At this moment, however, a cold hum came from outside the crowd.

"Wait a minute."

As soon as Hoffa turned his head, a stout man separated the crowd and came slowly. It's his boss, Kerrigan Burton, who just talked to him this morning.

"Wait a minute."

Hoffa turned his head. It was about his life. He didn't want to argue with each other.

But his attitude no doubt poked the nerve of kriegen Burton, he narrowed his eyes: "what are you talking about, who allowed you to arbitrarily approve the hospital bill?"

Hoffa ignored him and was going to resign tonight. He didn't want to be embarrassed.

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

several employees of the Ministry of magic just raised their feet.

"Who dares to move!"

Penguin man barked like a cat in the tail. He got angry and grabbed Hoffa's registration certificate. It startled the employees of the Ministry of Magic who were carrying stretchers.

The list was snatched away by the stubby fingers.

"I don't care what kind of injury he is. Did you follow the rules?" Kriegen Bolton stepped forward and repeated, "you, press, gauge, moment, here you are, are you?"

He was spitting on Hoffa's chin.

Hoffa was furious: "he's going to die! Don't you see the wound? "

Kerrigan Burton, with a sullen face, leaned over to Hoffa and whispered, "boy, I don't care who you're introduced to, but when you work in San Mungo, you have to follow the rules! Learn

With that, he pushed Hoffa aside, looked at the employees of the Ministry of magic, and said: "what's the relationship between you and the injured?"

A few Ministry of magic employees were stunned, "we just do things according to orders."

"How about the family members of the injured, they are not seen." He asked sternly, "this operation is no joke. We have to sign a responsibility agreement before we can carry out the follow-up work."

Family?

Several Ministry of magic employees looked at each other and didn't seem to know what to say for a moment.

Hoffa can't stand it. The old man's dallying attitude is reckless. He grabbed Bolton's collar: "this is a Muggle, Muggle soldier! Do you want the sober Muggle to sign in San Mungo? "

"What's your attitude?"

Fat man stares at him, nose hair trembles in anger.

Hoffa arm force, in the penguin man surprised eyes, he was a little bit up.

"What do you want to do?" He was angry.

Hoffa: arrange the operation, now

"What's your attitude? Do you want to be fired?"

"Fire or fire..."

however, the tension between them was interrupted by an employee of the Ministry of magic, who suddenly said: "no need."

Hoffa was stunned and looked at the employee.

The Ministry employee said, "he's dead."

Hoffa released his hand and crouched down to press the soldier's neck. The soldier, who was bitten in two by the dragon, breathed out his last breath and stared at the ceiling. No more ups and downs in the chest, it is too dead to die.

The nurses around shook their heads, sighed a little and then scattered. During the war years, this kind of thing was too common.

Hoffa stood up, bowed his head and said nothing.

Kerrigan Burton frowned and said, "take it down and give it to the logistics department. Don't affect the normal work here. Besides, we don't accept Muggles during this period of time. Don't pull them over. "

A few employees of the Ministry of magic let out a cry, looking very depressed.

Burton tidied up his tie, grunted to Hoffa in a low voice, and said, "learn, understand?"

This sentence is like the spark of the explosive barrel. The blood rushes to the top door, and the adrenaline begins to rise. Hoffa's side head says: "he didn't have to die originally."

"Immortal? Who won't die? "

The man sneered: "do you know France, do you know Belgium? Do you know Poland? There are thousands of dead people in the world every day. Can you save them? ""You're responsible for this." Hoffa squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

"Funny, I'm responsible. What's my responsibility? Who will be responsible for Mr. Bohan, who will be responsible for the shareholders and who will be responsible for their medical expenses? I'm warning you that since you came here, the hospital has lost at least 800 plus due to your disorderly certificates. "

PA!!

His neck was held.

Then Bolton saw a pair of scary golden eyes. The boy standing in front of him suddenly got taller.

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

Next second.

Boom!!

A heavy blow hit him in the face and crooked the bridge of his nose.

He didn't even react when he was punched to the ground.

BAM BAM bam!!!

Then, with the leader's thighs, Huo smashed him left and right like a big stick. In the gravel splashing, he only had time to make a piercing scream, and then he collapsed like a frustrated ball.

In the frightened eyes of all. The pharmacist at San Mungo hospital, the man named kriegen, was smashed into the floor tile by his interns. His front teeth fell to the ground and his limbs twisted into an incredible arc.

Hoffa gasped in a rage. He stood in the same place, looking at the two pits on the left and right. He threw away the broken shoe in his hand and spat on the penguin man: "do you really think I'm here to serve you? Eat the shit

...

...

three hours later.

The hospital is on the fifth floor.

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

"Dean Bohan called to see you. Go in."

With that, she gave Hoffa a few black and white prints in her hand and turned away.

Hoffa looked at the mimeograph papers. In the picture, kriegen Burton's whole body was wrapped in bandages, like a mummy.

There were also rows of inspection reports, two pages long. Hoffa rubbed his forehead and sighed to himself.

What should come always comes.

He regretted, but he didn't regret that he hit kriegen Bolton. He regretted that he had promised agraia too hastily, and he was not suitable to work in the unit.

God knows what's waiting for you.

He held the door handle of the dean's office and pushed in.

But the scene inside the door made him forget what happened to him.

This is a very strange room. The light in the room is dim and soft. There are many plant tentacles creeping slowly. They crisscross each other and cling to desks, sofas, chairs and even teapots. This makes the whole room look like some kind of biological green stomach wall.

After two years in the school of magic, he naturally recognized the plant. This is devil's net, a kind of vine that is afraid of light and fire, but at the same time, it is also very active and changeable in some environments.

But devil's net is not the most eye-catching thing in this room. The most eye-catching thing is an operating table on one side of the room.

On the operating table, there was a golden retriever with a bandage. The hound seemed to have been seriously injured, and his whole hind legs were broken by the bullet.

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

The interlaced vines in the room, like flexible fingers, handed various knives to the man.

Hoffa was stunned by the scene.

Is the dean of San Mungo... A vet?

The man noticed the sound of the door, he turned his head, this is a middle-aged man, elegant appearance, deep law lines, outstanding temperament. He looked up, glanced at Hoffa and waved to him.

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

When he came to the man, he noticed that there were many eyes around him.

Hoffa looked around. It turned out that there were not only devil's net, but also many cats and dogs in this room.

Some timid cats and dogs look at themselves in the corner vigilantly, while some brave ones come to Hoffa. Two Labradors sniff him, a bulldog looks up at himself with drooping lips, and two black cats silently circle around his legs.

Hoffa drew his attention from the animals and looked at the man in front of him.

After working here for more than a month, he naturally knew the current Dean of San mungo.

James Bohan.

A man who has been president for nearly ten years.

The man also does not lift the ground light to say: "pass me calipers."

Huo FA smell speech, saw an eye operation dish, took out a small tweezers from dish to pass in the past.

He took the tweezers, slowly put the tool into the golden leg in front of him, and then slowly pulled it out. At the end of the tweezers, a shrapnel with blood is precisely clamped.Golden hair, in pain, let out a cry.

The man immediately pressed the Golden Retriever's neck with his broad hand.

"Shh."

Golden hair calmed down.

Then, Jacob Bohan's right hand quickly took out several shrapnel from his hind leg.

"Alcohol."

Hoffa passed the alcohol.

"Cotton swabs."

Hoffa passed the swab.

"Gauze."

Hoffa handed over the gauze. For a moment, he seemed to have become a devil's net tentacle...

ten minutes later, after the operation, the golden hair lay on the bed, licking the man's fingers. While bandaging the wound, the elegant Dean explained:

"it was wounded in the war, but the animal's life is very tenacious. Just give them a chance and respect it If it's too heavy, they'll survive and pay you back a hundredfold. "

Hoffa didn't know what to answer. It was his first face-to-face meeting with the dean of San mungo.

The man took the wrapped golden hair into the cage, took off his white coat with blood and revealed his ordinary black casual clothes. He went behind the table and leaned back on the chair. He stretched out his hand and relaxed, saying, "let me see the list."

Hoffa handed over Burton's medical report. Several vines crept quietly on the table like snakes. They rolled up the pictures and showed them to the man one by one.

In the meantime.

Hoffa, with his hand behind him, said nothing. What he cares about is whether his beating Bolton will bring any unexpected bad effect.

At this moment, one of the tentacles of the devil's net wriggling on the table stretched out and pushed a chair over quietly and put it under Hoffa's buttocks.

It even touched Hoffa's shoulder to signal him to sit down.

Hoffa glanced at Jacob Bohan in dismay. The man looked at the picture and said casually, "sit down. This is not Azkaban."

Hearing each other's words, Hoffa was a little surprised. Then he realized that each other's mental field was so soft that people could hardly notice it. But the power of control was the highest of all the witches he had ever seen.

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

In such an environment, Hoffa could not help but roll the cat's neck.

At this time, another devil's net tentacle came slowly to Hoffa with a cup of ceramic coffee.

The tentacle is also bifurcated. It rolls a small spoon and tinkles with coffee.

Another vine touched Hoffa's shoulder as if to signal him for coffee.

Hoffa had both hands on the cat, so he folded his shoulders and let go of the devil's net tentacles.

The tentacle actually rolled up a piece of sugar and fell into the coffee cup. After adding sugar, it even brought the coffee cup to Hoffa's mouth. he 's really not letting this go.

Hoffa could only quietly move a little to the left and get out of the cup.

"What, you don't like coffee?"

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

"Not really."

Hoffa replied.

The devil's net vine put the coffee cup back where it was.

"Tea? Pure water? Milk? "

"Er... No, thank you."

Hoffa instinctively refused.

"Are you nervous? It's not like you. "

"I've heard of you, Hoffa Bach, and all the things you do," he said with a smile. "To be honest, it's a bit condescending to keep you in this position."

Hoffa frowned. "What can I say, Mr. Bohan?"

"Well." The man laughed, then looked up at Hoffa's pale golden eyes, crossed his fingers, and said faintly:

"two thirds of the body's bones were broken, intracranial hemorrhage, organ dislocation, severe concussion, high-level paralysis. Fortunately, this is St. Mungo hospital. You didn't commit murder, Mr. Bach."