Hogwarts Reading Days

"You are this?"

Katrina, who had just finished her morning exercise and left the sun room, was still wondering where everyone went today.When she went to the living room, she found everyone sitting on the sofa and talking in whispers.

"Shh, sit down first!"

Isobel made a "shh" gesture to his sister, signaling Katrina to stop talking.

"Mystery," Katrina muttered, and she soon knew what was going on.

Albert was discussing with Mrs. McDougal that he would pretend to be Bill and Fleur and go to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital to "see a doctor".

Mrs. McDougal, who has worked at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for many years, knows the rules of the hospital better than most wizards. With the help of her experience, Albert can better accomplish the purpose of their trip.

It took about an hour to finalize the process of the entire plan to ensure that there would be no surprises in the next action.

Of course, the main reason for everyone's confidence in this is that Albert is willing to offer a generous reward, and I believe that no one will refuse this windfall.

"I really don't understand, why do you have to make such trouble?" Katrina felt that this kind of thing could be easily handled by sending an owl a letter.

Isobel obviously didn't understand why Albert did this to this extent.

"I think it's necessary not to underestimate our enemies. Although the Death Eaters are a bunch of fools with no brains, it doesn't mean they can't do bad things."

"This matter concerns Isobel and the child in his womb, and we cannot afford the risk of screwing up this matter."

Albert took two glasses from the house elf, picked up the medicine bottle containing the compound potion, poured two cups of compound potion into it, took out another bottle from his pocket, and took out Bill and Fleur Put the hair into the cups separately, and after the boiling medicine gradually subsided, Albert handed the cup of compound potion containing the hibiscus hair to Mrs. McDougal.

"Thank you dear." Isobel kissed Albert's forehead. Although he felt that Albert was a little worried, Isobel was still very moved.

Mrs. McDougal took the cup of compound potion and entered the bathroom. When she came out, she had completely changed into the appearance of Fleur, and she also changed into the fitting clothes prepared by Albert.

"He really loves you!" Katrina whispered to Isobel.

Albert is willing to spend so much time and go around such a big circle, all in order to ensure that Isobel can give birth to the child smoothly.

Honestly, she was jealous.

Mrs. McDougal looked sideways at her two daughters, then turned her gaze to the bathroom, and sighed silently in her heart.

"Let's go."

After Albert came out of the bathroom, he had turned into Bill, and he nodded slightly towards Mrs. McDougal.

The two quietly headed to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

The Magic Hospital is located in a remote London neighborhood, disguised by the Ministry of Magic as an old-fashioned red brick department store.

"right here."

Albert stopped in his tracks, glanced over the signboard of Taotao Co., Ltd., and then landed on the big sign of "Closed for Renovation".

There are a few dummies in old clothes in the next window.

"Hello, we have an appointment in advance at Mrs. Dale." Albert walked to the window and said to the dummy inside.

The window is the entrance to the magic hospital. To enter, you need to explain your purpose to the dummy in the window of the department store. Since Scrimgeour strengthened the security measures at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness, the protection here has become tighter.

The dummy gave them a slight nod and waved their fingers together, indicating that they could go in.

The two exchanged glances quickly before disappearing straight through the glass.

They came to the waiting room at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

There are many wounded witches and wizards waiting in line.

As soon as he entered the waiting room, Albert felt that he was being watched. His eyes swept across the waiting room and inadvertently turned to a corner. There was a very secret room over there. Several members of the Ministry of Magic's crisis response team were Secretly monitor patients who come to the hospital for treatment.

Once dark wizards with ulterior motives appear, they will be notified immediately and will receive reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic.

Albert ignored them, and led Mrs. McDougal to the table with the words "Information Office", took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the fat blond witch on the opposite side, and said his own with a smile. Reason for coming: "We have an appointment with Mrs. Dale in advance, at ten o'clock this morning."

"Turn right from the tea room on the sixth floor to the second consultation room. I think Emiya should be waiting for you." The fat witch smiled at the two of them.

The sixth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is often used as a visitor's lounge or a store for patients to buy gifts, but it is also here for pregnant women to be checked and waiting for delivery.

By the way, the sixth floor is also the cleanest and most comfortable place in the whole hospital, and there is a direct elevator for pregnant women and other patients with serious conditions.

There were not many people in the tea room, and the shop was even more empty. Only an old woman was dozing at the counter. Most wizards were not rich.They walked through the tea room and turned right into a therapy room with crisp white tiles.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dale."

Albert let Mrs. McDougall sit in the armchair in front of the therapist, and he closed the door with his backhand, and quietly cast a distraction spell on the door, so as not to disturb them later.

"You want to check if Miss Delacour is pregnant?" Mrs. Dale picked up a medical record and looked at the couple who were about to get married in front of her with a smile.

To be honest, the therapists in the obstetrics department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries are very idle. The number of new generations in the entire British wizarding world has always been small, with an average of two or three per month.

"No, we just want to see you, long time no see, Emiya!" Mrs. McDougal made a boo gesture to the astonished brown-haired witch in front of her, handed over her ID, and introduced herself. , "I'm McDougal."

"Director McDougal?" Mrs. Dale looked away from the certificate, and looked at the young man and woman in front of her in surprise, "How could you...everyone thinks..."

"Because of some relationship, I can't go back to the hospital for the time being. By the way, this is Isobel's husband."

"Albert Anderson, nice to meet you, Mrs. Dale." Albert stepped forward to shake hands with the other party, "Perhaps, you may have heard my name."

"Okay, but why are you..." Mrs. Dale still didn't understand what was going on.

"My wife is pregnant, but for some reason, it is not convenient for her to come to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for examination, so we need your help." Albert briefly introduced the reason for their visit.

"I see." Madam Daisy nodded, probably understanding what was going on.

"In order not to cause trouble for you, we can only contact you in a disguised form." Mrs. McDougal said calmly: "If Albert appears directly at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, I am afraid there will be Death Eater tomorrow." Just come to your door to trouble you."

"Perhaps, you have heard that the Malfoy family wanted [-] Galleons for my life." Albert showed a rather helpless wry smile, "I know we may cause you trouble, but I still hope that you can help us Provide some help. Of course, we will not be stingy in terms of compensation."

With that said, Albert took out a money bag with a traceless stretching spell from his pocket and placed it in front of Mrs. Dale.

"This is half the remuneration. There are five hundred Galleons in it. We will pay the other half after my child is born." Albert paused and continued, "Of course, for the safety of both parties, I don't want any other People know about it."

Albert took out a magic contract from his purse and placed it in front of Mrs. Dale, then grabbed a handful of Galleons from it, gestured to the other party, and explained: "Please don't worry, this This contract will be automatically terminated after one year."

"This……"

Mrs. Dale was stunned by Albert's money offensive.

There's no way, who told Albert to be too generous and directly gave a large sum of Galleon, which was almost Mrs. Dale's salary for a year.

"I know this matter may embarrass you, but we will handle the matter well. As long as your side is not exposed, there will be no problems." Mrs. McDougal continued: "If possible, we also hope that You can help convince Mary that she is treated the same as you."

"You...you are really generous!" Mrs. Dale smiled wryly, "I don't seem to have any reason to refuse, it sounds like I won a lottery."

After carefully reading the contract on the parchment, she took the quill from Albert and signed her name on it.

"Oh, what's going on?"

Mrs. Dale found that when she was writing, there seemed to be a shallow wound on her hand, but the wound quickly healed again. She finally realized that the contract signed with her own blood was not a joke.

"When do you plan to come back? If it's too late, you might lose your current position as director." Mrs. Dale was not angry because of this, but she was relieved. With the other party's caution, probably nothing would go wrong.

Everyone likes Garen, but no one wants to get into trouble because of it.

"Not yet, it's easy to be targeted by Death Eaters when I come back, and I also need to take care of Isobel." Mrs. McDougall shook her head and said, "They are too young, and they probably don't have much experience in taking care of children."

"You are indeed very young. I heard that you just graduated from school." Mrs. Dale handed the parchment to Albert, "Is that all right?"

"Well, that's fine!" Albert tapped the contract with his wand, and the parchment instantly burned, and the two names that had been signed with blood turned into red blood threads, wrapped around their arms, and then disappeared.

The contract is established!

"Wait a minute, I'll call Mary over. She should be taking care of Mrs. Wilson next door." Mrs. Dale was going to call another therapist.

"Wait!" Albert touched the door lightly with his wand, lifting the spell on it.

"You guys are really vigilant, but that's right, it's good." Mrs. Dale had a new understanding of Albert's cautiousness, and she quickly found another therapist in her 50s and [-]s.

The two have been in charge of this area, and they are the most experienced obstetrical therapists in the entire British magic world.

After listening to Mrs. Dale's words, Mrs. Mary was obviously confused by this incident, and her eyes moved back and forth between Mrs. Dale and McDougal.

"Okay, Mary, I know there are some risks in this matter, but Mr. Anderson will minimize all risks, and this matter is like winning the "Daily Prophet" Galleon Prize for us." Dale Madam reminded, "The opportunity is rare."

After all, a thousand galleons is a lot of money for most people.

"You're right." Mrs. Mary finally signed the magic contract.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Mary."

Albert took out two marked small mirrors from his pocket, handed them to the two respectively, and said, "This is a double-sided mirror, and we will communicate through it in the future. Leave a message above."

"It's really a practical little thing." Mrs. Dale took the double-sided mirror and looked it up and down, then put it in her handbag.

"There is one more thing. I suggest you hide Garen first. Don't let other people know about it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. After the one-year contract is automatically terminated, there will be no other worries." Ai Bert looked at the two of them and said seriously: "One year is not a long time."

"You are very thoughtful." Madam Mary smiled and stuffed the money bag and mirror back into her pocket so that they could be put back in her handbag later.

"Then let's go first." After completing the "inspection" at Mrs. Dale's place, Albert and Mrs. McDougall said goodbye and left.

"We're lucky." Madam Mary looked at the backs of the two leaving, and said softly, "However, that person is really rich. As far as I know, that person seems to be born of a Muggle. How much money, even if the "Self-Defense Guide"..."

"Okay, Mary, we'd better not talk about this, and don't forget about that contract." Mrs. Dale reminded, "This generous Galleon is not for nothing, once you break the contract, even if you don't die, you have to do it for it Pay the price."

"Everything is going well, what are you going to do next? I don't think you will expose this place, right?"

"No, Mr. Nicole has other safe houses in the UK, where we can meet them and receive treatment in a suitcase." Albert arranged everything after looking for it.

"There's no harm in being cautious." Mrs. McDougal hesitated for a moment before asking, "However, in one breath..."

"I don't lack Gallon." Albert explained with a smile, "I opened a shop with my friend in Diagon Alley, and I invented most of the Defense Against the Dark Arts props in the UK."

"That's good." Mrs. McDougal didn't ask any more questions.

In fact, she didn't know that there was a reason why Albert chose to go to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital at this time.

He threw a bait to the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters. At this point in time, their attention was all attracted by Kenneth, and no one would notice them at all.