"You are this?"

Katrina, who had just left the sun room 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, motioning Katrina to stop talking.

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

Albert is discussing with Mrs. McDougall about going to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries under the disguise of Bill and Fleur.

Mrs. McDougall, who has worked in 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 entire planning process to ensure that there would be no surprises in the next actions.

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

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

Isobel obviously 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."

"It's 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 a bottle from his pocket, and took out Bill and Fleur from the bottle. After the boiling potion gradually subsided, Albert handed the cup of compound potion with Hibiscus hair to Mrs. McDougall.

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

Mrs. McDougall took the cup of compound medicine into the bathroom, and when she came out, she had completely changed into the appearance of Fleur, and changed into the fitted clothes prepared by Albert.

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

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

To be honest, she was 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."

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

The two quietly went 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, 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 clothes in the window next to them.

"Hello, we have an advance appointment with Mrs. Dyer." 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 to the dummy in the window of the department store. Since Scrimgeour has strengthened the security measures of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the protection here has become stricter.

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

The two quickly exchanged glances and disappeared 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 there. Several members of the Ministry of Magic's crisis response team were in the Spying on patients who come to the hospital for treatment.

Once a dark wizard with ulterior motives appears, they will be informed as soon as possible and receive reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic.

Albert ignored them, 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, saying his own words with a smile. Purpose of visit: "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.

Although 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 buying gifts for patients, 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 whole hospital, and there is a direct elevator for pregnant women and other seriously ill patients.

There were not many people in the tea room, and the shop was even more empty. There was only one old woman napping at the counter. Most wizards were not rich. They crossed the tea room and turned right into a treatment room with clean white tiles.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dyer."

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

"Do you want to check whether Miss Delacourt is pregnant?" Mrs. Dyer 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 leisurely. The number of new generations in the entire British magic world has always been small, with an average of two or three per month.

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

"Director McDougall?" 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 with him, "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 introduced the reason for their visit.

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

"In order not to cause any trouble for you, 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 there will be death-eating tomorrow. The disciples came to trouble you."

"Perhaps, you have heard that the Malfoy family wanted ten thousand Galleons for my life." Albert showed a helpless smile, "I know we may cause you trouble, but I still hope you can help us. Offer some help. Of course, we don't skimp on pay.

Having said that, Albert took out a purse with a traceless stretch spell from his pocket and put 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 don't want other People know about it."

Albert took out a magic contract from the purse and placed it in front of Mrs. Dyer, grabbed a handful of Galleons from it, made a gesture of please, and didn't forget to explain: "Please don't worry, The contract will be automatically terminated after one year.

"This"

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

There was 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 make you a little embarrassed, but we will handle it well, as long as you don't expose it, there will be no problems." 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 refuse, it sounds like I've won the jackpot."

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?"

When Mrs. Dyer discovered that she was writing, a shallow wound seemed to open on her hand, but the wound healed quickly. She finally realized that the 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 she was relieved. With the other party's caution, there is probably no problem.

Everyone likes Garen, 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 taking care of children."

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

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

The contract is established!

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

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

"You guys are really vigilant, but you're right, it's good." Mrs. Dyer had a new understanding of Albert's caution, and she soon found another therapist in her forties and fifties.

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

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

"Okay Mary, I know this is a bit risky, but Mr. Anderson will minimize all risks, and this matter is like winning the Galleon jackpot 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 finally signed the magic contract.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Mary."

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

"It's 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 Jialong first, don't let others know about it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, after the one-year contract is automatically terminated, there will be no other concerns." Ai Burt looked at the two and said seriously, "A year is not a long time."

"You are very thoughtful. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Mrs. Mary smiled and stuffed the purse and mirror back into her pocket, so that they could be put back in her handbag 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 a Muggle born, and he brought it like this. A lot of money, even if

"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. pay the price."

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

"No, Mr. Nicole has other safe houses in the UK, where we can meet them and receive treatment in the 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 cooperated with a friend to open a shop in Diagon Alley, and I invented most of the defense against the dark arts items in the UK at present."

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

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

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.