Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1164: The charm of Kanon

"You are this?"

Katrina, who had just left the sunroom after her morning exercise, was still wondering where everyone went today. When she went to the living room, she found everyone sitting on the sofa whispering.

"Shh, sit down first!"

Isobel made a "shush" gesture at her sister, signaling Katrina to stop talking.

"Mysterious," grumbled Katrina, who quickly knew what was going on.

Albert is discussing with Mrs. McDougall about going to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and "seeing a doctor" in disguise as Bill and Fleur.

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

It took about an hour to finalize the entire planning process to ensure there were no surprises in the next move.

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

"I don't understand, why do you have to make it so much trouble?" Katrina thinks this kind of thing can be easily done by the owl sending a letter.

Isobel apparently didn't quite understand why Albert did this.

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

"This is about Isobel and the baby in the womb, and we can't take the risk of **** it up."

Albert took two glasses from the house-elf, picked up the bottle containing the compound potion, poured two glasses of the compound potion into it, took out another bottle from his pocket, and took out the bottle Bill and Fleur's hair, put the hair into the cups respectively, and after the boiling potion gradually subsided, Albert handed the cup of the compound potion with Hibiscus's hair to Mrs. McDougall.

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

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

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

Albert was willing to spend so much time, in such a big circle, to make sure Isobel could have a baby.

Honestly, she's jealous.

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

"Let's go."

Albert had changed into Bill's appearance after coming out of the bathroom, and he nodded slightly towards Mrs. McDougall.

The two make their way to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

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

"It's here."

Albert stopped, his eyes swept over the signboard of Taotao Co., Ltd., and then his eyes fell on the big sign "closed for renovation".

There are several dummies in old costumes in the adjacent window.

"Hello, we have an advance appointment at Mrs. Dyer's." Albert said to the dummy inside, walking to the window.

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

The dummy gave them a slight nod and gestured their linked fingers to indicate they were ready to go in.

The two exchanged a quick glance and disappeared straight through the glass.

They arrive at 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 there. Several Ministry of Magic's crisis response Team members are spying on patients who come to the hospital.

Once there are dark wizards with ulterior motives, they will know as soon as possible and receive reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic.

Albert ignored them, and took Mrs. McDoug to the table with the words "Inquiry Desk", took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the fat blond witch opposite, smiling and saying On his own accord: "We have an appointment with Mrs. Dyer at ten o'clock this morning."

"Turn right to the second consultation room in the tea room on the sixth floor, I think Amya 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 as a shop for gifts for patients, but it is also here for pregnant women to check up and give birth.

By the way, the sixth floor is also the cleanest and most comfortable place in the entire hospital, with a direct elevator for pregnant women and other seriously ill patients.

There were few people in the tea room, and the shop was empty, save for an old woman napping at the counter, and most wizards were not wealthy. They crossed the tea room and turned right into a treatment room with clean white tiles.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dyer."

Albert sat Mrs. McDougall in the armchair in front of the therapist, while he backhanded the door and quietly cast a distraction spell on the door to avoid anyone coming to disturb them later.

"You want to check if Miss Delacourt is pregnant?" Mrs. Dyer picked up a medical record and smiled at the soon-to-be-married couple in front of her.

To be honest, the therapists in the obstetrics department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries are very leisurely.

"No, we just wanted to see you, it's been a long time, Amy!" Mrs. McDoug made a shush gesture to the brunette witch with a stunned face in front of her, and handed over her ID. Introduce yourself, "I'm McDoug."

"Director McDoug?" Mrs. Dyer looked away from the document and looked at the young man and woman in front of her in surprise, "How could you...everyone think..."

"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, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Dyer." Albert stepped forward to shake hands, "Perhaps, you may have heard my name."

"Okay, but you are...why are..." Mrs. Dyer 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, so we need your help." Albert briefly explained the reason for their visit.

"So it is." Mrs. Daisy nodded, probably understanding what was going on.

"In order not to cause any trouble for you, so we can only pretend to contact you like this." Mrs. McDougall said calmly: "If Albert showed up directly at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, I'm afraid it would happen tomorrow. A Death Eater has come to trouble you."

"Perhaps, you've heard that the Malfoys wanted ten thousand Galleons for my life." Albert showed a helpless smile, "I know we might cause you trouble, but I still hope you Be able to provide us with some help. Of course, we are not stingy in terms of compensation.”

Speaking, Albert took out a purse with a traceless stretch spell from his pocket and placed it in front of Mrs. Dyer.

"This is half of the payment. There are five hundred Galleons in it. After my child is born, we will pay the other half." Albert paused and continued, "Of course, for the safety of both parties, I will not Hope someone else knows about this."

Albert took out a magic contract from the purse and placed it in front of Mrs. Dyer, then grabbed a handful of Galleons from it, made a gesture of please to the other party, and did not forget to explain: "Please don't have to. Worry, this contract will be automatically terminated after one year."

"This..."

Mrs. Dyer is stunned by Albert's money offensive.

No way, who made Albert too generous and directly gave a large sum of Galleons, which was almost Mrs. Dyer's salary for a year.

"I know this may be a little embarrassing for you, but we'll take care of it, as long as you don't expose it, there's no problem." Mrs. McDougall continued, "If possible, We also hope you can help convince Mary that she is treated like you."

"You...really generous!" Mrs. Dyer said with a wry smile, "I don't seem to have any reason to say no, it sounds like a jackpot."

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

"Alas, what's going on?"

When Mrs. Dyer found writing, a shallow wound seemed to open on her hand, but the wound quickly healed again, and she finally realized that this contract signed with her own blood was no joke.

"When are you going to come back? If it's too late, you might lose your current position as director." Mrs. Dyer was not angry because of this, but was relieved, with the other party's prudence probably not going wrong.

Everyone loves Galleon, but no one wants to get in trouble for 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 to have much experience in caring for children. "

"You're really young, I heard you just graduated from school." Mrs. Dyer handed the parchment to Albert, "Is that all right?"

"Well, that's it!" Albert clicked on the contract with his wand, and the parchment instantly burned, and the two names signed with blood turned into a red blood thread, wrapping around their arms up, and then disappeared.

The contract is established!

"Wait a minute, I'll get Mary to come over, she should be right next door to take care of Mrs. Wilson." Mrs. Dyer was about to call another therapist.

"Wait!" Albert tapped the door with his wand, breaking the spell on it.

"You guys are really vigilant, but you're right, that's fine." Mrs. Dyer gained a new appreciation for Albert's caution, and she soon found another therapist in her forties and fifties .

The two have been in charge of this, and are among the most experienced obstetric therapists in the entire British wizarding world.

After listening to Mrs. Dyer's words, Mrs. Mary was obviously a little confused by the incident, and her eyes moved back and forth between Mrs. Dyer and McDougall.

"Okay Mary, I know it's a bit risky, but Mr. Anderson will keep all risks to a minimum, and it's like winning the Daily Prophet Galleon for us. ." Mrs. Dyer reminded, "a rare opportunity."

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

"You're right." Mrs. Mary eventually signed the magic contract as well.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Mary."

Albert took out two small marked mirrors from his pocket, handed them to each of them and said, "This is a double-sided mirror, we will use it to communicate with each other in the future. You can leave a message directly on it."

"What a practical little thing." Mrs. Dyer took the double-sided mirror and looked up and down, then put it into 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 concerns "Albert looked at the two of them and said seriously: "A year is not a long time~IndoMTL.com~ You are very thoughtful." Mrs. Mary smiled and put the purse and mirror back into her pocket , so that you can put it back in your purse later.

"Then let's go first." After Albert and Mrs. McDougall completed the "check" at Mrs. Dyer's place, they said goodbye and left.

"We are lucky." Madam Mary looked at the backs of the two leaving, and said softly, "However, that one is really rich. As far as I know, that one seems to be Muggle-born, and he With so much money, even the "Guide to Self-Defense"..."

"Okay Mary, we'd better not talk about this matter, don't forget the contract." Mrs. Dyer reminded, "This rich Galleon is not for nothing. You have to pay for it."

"Everything is going well, what are you going to do next? I'm sure you won't expose it here?"

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

"There's no harm in being cautious." Mrs. McDougall hesitated for a moment, then asked, "However, in one breath..."

"I have no shortage of Galleons." Albert explained with a smile, "I co-operated with a friend to open a shop in Diagon Alley, and I invented most of the Defence Against the Dark Arts items in the UK today."

"That's good." Mrs. McDougall didn't ask any further questions.

She didn't actually know that Albert had a reason to choose to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries at this time of day.

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

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