Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1164: The Charm of Kanon

"What are you?"

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 towards his sister, signaling Katrina to stop talking.

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

Albert is discussing with Mrs. McDougal that he will disguise himself as 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 will 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 had to do this.

"I think it is very 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, we cannot bear the risk of messing up this matter."

Albert took two glasses from the house elf, picked up the bottle containing the compound potion, poured two cups of compound potion into it, took out another bottle from his pocket, and took it out Bill and Fleur's hair, put the hair into the cups respectively, and after the boiling potion gradually subsided, Albert handed the cup of compound potion with Fleur's 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 eyes 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 went to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital quietly.

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

"Here it is."

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 quickly exchanged glances before disappearing straight through the glass.

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

There are many wounded wizards 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. Team members are secretly monitoring patients who come to the hospital for treatment.

Once any dark wizard with ulterior motives appears, 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 opposite, and said with a smile Say your own intention: "We have an appointment with Mrs. Dale in advance, at ten o'clock this morning."

"Turn right in 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 Sickness is often used as a lounge for visitors or a shop for buying gifts for patients, but it is also here for pregnant women to be examined 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. There was only an old woman napping 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 to avoid anyone coming to disturb them later.

"Do 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 magical 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, and handed her ID, Introduced myself, "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 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, 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." Mrs. Daisy nodded, probably understanding what was going on.

"In order not to trouble you, we can only contact you in a disguised form." Mrs. McDougal said calmly: "If Albert appears directly at St. There are Death Eaters coming to trouble you."

"Perhaps, you have heard that the Malfoy family wanted me for ten thousand Galleons." Albert showed a rather helpless wry smile, "I know we may cause you trouble, but I still hope you Can provide us with some help. Of course, we will not be stingy in terms of remuneration."

Speaking, 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 of 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 will not Hope someone else knows about this."

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, made a please gesture to the other party, and did not forget to explain: "Please don't Worrying, this contract will be automatically terminated after one year."

"This..."

Ms. Dale was knocked out by Albert's money offensive.

No way, Albert was 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 it well. As long as your side is not exposed, there will be no problem." Mrs. McDougal continued: "If possible, We also hope that you can help convince Mary that she will be treated the same as 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.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Ms. 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 you are late, you might lose your current position as director." Mrs. Dale was not angry because of this, but she was relieved. Based on the other party's prudence, 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 really 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 originally signed with blood turned into red blood threads, entwined around their arms on, 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 a minute!" 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 forty or fifty-year-old therapist .

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 a little 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 " Mrs. Dale 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. You can leave a message directly on it.”

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

"One more thing, I suggest that you hide Garen first, and 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. .” Albert looked at the two and said seriously: “One year is not a long time.”

"You are very considerate." Mrs. 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, Albert and Mrs. McDougall left.

"We are lucky." Mrs. 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 born of a Muggle. With so much money, even if the "Self-Defense Guide"..."

"Okay, Mary, we'd better not talk about this matter, and don't forget that contract." Mrs. Dale reminded, "This generous amount of Galleons is not for nothing. You have to pay for it.”

"Everything is going well~IndoMTL.com~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, and then asked, "However, you take a 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.

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