"What are you doing?"
Katrina, who had just finished her morning exercise and left the sunroom, was still wondering where everyone had gone today. When she went to the living room, she found everyone sitting on the sofa and talking in whispers.
"Shh, sit down first!"
Yin Zebel made a "hush" gesture to her sister, signaling Katrina not to speak for the time being.
"Mysterious." Katrina muttered, and she soon found out what was going on.
Albert was discussing with Mrs. MacDougal about disguising themselves as Bill and Fleur to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for "medical treatment".
Mrs. McDougal, who has worked at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for many years, knows the hospital's rules better than most wizards. With her experience and help, Albert can better achieve the purpose of their trip.
It took about an hour to finalize the entire plan process to ensure that there would be no unexpected events in the subsequent actions.
Of course, the main reason why everyone is confident about this is that Albert is willing to offer a generous reward, and no one will refuse this unexpected wealth.
"I don't understand why you have to make such a fuss." Katrina felt that this matter could be easily solved by sending an owl to deliver a letter.
Yin Zebel obviously didn't quite understand why Albert would go to such lengths.
"I think it is necessary. We should not underestimate our enemies. Even though the Death Eaters are a bunch of brainless idiots, it does not mean they can't do bad things."
"This matter concerns Yin Zebeier and the baby in her belly. We can't afford the risk of messing it up."
Albert took the two glasses from the house-elf, picked up the bottle containing the compound potion, poured two glasses of the compound potion into it, then took out a bottle from his pocket, took out Bill and Fleur's hair from the bottle, and put the hair into the glasses respectively. After the boiling potion gradually subsided, Albert handed the glass of compound potion with Fleur's hair to Mrs. McDougal.
"Thank you, my dear." Yin Zebel kissed Albert's forehead. Although she felt that Albert was a little too worried, Yin Zebel was still very touched.
Mrs. MacDougal took the cup of compound potion and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she had completely transformed into Fleur and put on the fitting clothes that Albert had prepared for her.
"He really loves you!" Katrina whispered to Yin Zebel.
Albert was willing to spend so much time and go through so much trouble just to ensure that Yin Zebel could give birth to the baby smoothly.
Honestly, she was jealous.
Mrs. McDougal turned her head to look at her two daughters, then cast her gaze towards the bathroom and sighed silently in her heart.
"Let's go."
When Albert came out of the bathroom, he had turned into Bill and nodded slightly to Mrs. McDougal.
The two of them headed quietly to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
The magical hospital is located in a remote neighborhood in London and is disguised by the Ministry of Magic as an old red brick department store.
“It’s right here.”
Albert stopped and glanced at the sign of Tao Tao Co., Ltd., and his eyes fell on the big sign that said "Closed for Renovation".
In the window next to it there were several mannequins wearing old clothes.
"Hello, we have an advance appointment with Mrs. Dale." Albert walked to the window and said to the dummy inside.
The window is the entrance to the magical hospital. To enter, you need to explain your purpose to the dummy in the window of the department store. Ever since Scrimgeour strengthened the security measures at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the protection here has become tighter.
The dummy nodded slightly at them and waved its linked fingers to indicate that they could enter.
The two exchanged a quick look and disappeared through the glass.
They arrived in the waiting room of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
There were many injured witches and wizards waiting in line for treatment.
As soon as he entered the waiting room, Albert felt that he was being watched. His eyes swept across the waiting room and inadvertently glanced at a corner. There was a very secret room there where several members of the Ministry of Magic's crisis response team were secretly monitoring the patients who came to the hospital for treatment.
Once a dark wizard with ulterior motives appears, they will be informed at the first time and receive reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic.
Albert ignored them and walked with Mrs. McDougal to the table with the words "Information Desk" on it. He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the fat blonde witch opposite him. He smiled and stated his purpose: "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 and find the second clinic. I think Emilia should be waiting for you there." The fat witch said with a smile to the two of them.
The sixth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is often used as a visitor's lounge or a shop for purchasing gifts for patients, but it is also where pregnant women are examined and given birth.
By the way, the sixth floor is also the cleanest and most comfortable place in the entire hospital, and there is a direct elevator for pregnant women and other seriously ill patients.
There were few people in the tea room, and the shop was even more empty, with only an old woman napping at the counter. Most wizards were not rich. They walked through the tea room and turned right to a treatment room with white tiles.
"Good morning, Mrs. Dale."
Albert asked Mrs. McDougal to sit in the armchair in front of the therapist, and he closed the door and quietly cast a interference spell on the door to prevent anyone from disturbing them later.
"Do you wish to check whether Miss Delacour is pregnant?" Mrs. Dale picked up a medical record and smiled at the couple who were about to get married.
To be honest, the therapists in the obstetrics department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are very idle. The number of new generations in the entire British wizarding world has always been small, with an average of only two or three per month.
"No, we just want to see you. It's been a long time, Amy!" Mrs. McDougal made a hushing gesture to the surprised brown-haired witch in front of her, handed over her ID, and introduced herself, "I'm McDougal."
"Director McDougal?" Mrs. Dell looked away from the documents and looked at the young couple in front of her in surprise. "How could you... Everyone thought..."
"Due to some reasons, I can't go back to the hospital for the time being. By the way, the person next to you is Yin Zebeier's husband."
"Albert Anderson, nice to meet you, Mrs. Dale." Albert stepped forward and shook hands with the other party. "Perhaps, you may have heard of my name."
“Okay, but you are… why are you doing this…” 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 Maladies and Injuries for examination, so we need your help." Albert briefly explained the reason for their visit.
"I see." Mrs. Daisy nodded, and roughly understood what was going on.
"In order not to cause you any trouble, we can only disguise ourselves to contact you like this." Mrs. MacDougal said calmly: "If Albert shows up directly at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, I'm afraid that Death Eaters will come to trouble you tomorrow."
"Perhaps you have heard that the Malfoy family is seeking my life with a warrant for 10,000 Galleons." Albert gave a rather helpless 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 with the reward."
As he spoke, Albert took out a purse cast with an invisible stretching charm from his pocket and placed it in front of Mrs. Dale.
"This is half of the reward, which contains 500 Galleons. 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 anyone else to know about this."
Albert took out a magic contract from his purse and placed it in front of Mrs. Dale. He then grabbed a handful of Galleons and made a gesture of invitation to her. He also explained, "Don't worry. This contract will be automatically terminated after one year."
"this… "
Mrs. Dale was stunned by Albert's money offensive.
There was no way out, because Albert was so generous that he gave a large sum of Galleons directly, which was almost Mrs. Dale's annual salary.
"I know this may be a little embarrassing for you, but we will handle it well. As long as you are 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 guys... are really generous!" Mrs. Dale said with a wry smile, "I don't seem to have any reason to refuse. This sounds like winning the lottery."
After carefully reading the contract on the parchment, she took the feather pen handed to her by Albert and signed her name on it.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Mrs. Dale found that when she was writing, a shallow wound seemed to appear on her hand, but the wound healed quickly. She finally realized that this 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 about this. Instead, she was relieved. With the other party's caution, there would probably be no problem.
Everyone likes Garlon, but no one wants to get into trouble because of it.
"Not yet. If I come back, I'll be easily targeted by Death Eaters. Besides, I also need to take care of Yin Zebel." Mrs. MacDougal shook her head and said, "They are too young. I guess they don't have much experience in taking care of children."
"She is indeed very young. I heard she just graduated from school." Mrs. Dale handed the parchment to Albert. "Is that all?"
"Well, that's good!" Albert touched the contract with his magic wand, and the parchment instantly burned. The two names signed with blood turned into red blood lines, wrapped around their arms, and then disappeared.
The contract is established!
"Wait a moment, I'll go call Mary over. She should be next door taking care of Mrs. Wilson." Mrs. Dale was about to call another therapist.
"Wait a moment!" Albert touched the door lightly with his wand to lift the spell.
"You are really cautious, but you are right, it's a good thing." Mrs. Dale had a new understanding of Albert's caution, and she quickly found another therapist in his forties or fifties.
The two of them have been in charge of this area and are considered the most experienced obstetric therapists in the entire British wizarding world.
After hearing what Mrs. Dale said, Mrs. Mary was obviously confused by the incident, and her eyes moved back and forth between Mrs. Dale and McDougal.
"Okay, Mary, I know this is a bit risky, but Mr. Anderson will minimize all risks. And for us, this is like winning the Daily Prophet Galleon jackpot," Mrs. Dale reminded. "This is a rare opportunity."
After all, a thousand Galleons was a considerable fortune for most people.
"You're right." Lady Mary finally signed the magic contract.
"Thank you very much, Lady Mary."
Albert took out two marked small mirrors from his pocket and handed them to the two of them, saying, "This is a two-sided mirror. We will communicate through it in the future. There is a transformation spell on the back of the mirror, so you can leave a message directly on it."
"What a practical little thing." Mrs. Dell took the two-way mirror, looked it up and down, and put it in her handbag.
"One more thing. I suggest you hide Garlon first and don't let anyone else know about this, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble. After the one-year contract is automatically terminated, there will be no other concerns." Albert looked at the two and said seriously, "One year is not a long time."
"You have thought of everything very carefully." Mrs. Mary smiled and put the purse and mirror back into her pocket so that she could put them back in her handbag later.
"Then we'll leave first." After Albert and Mrs. McDougal completed the "inspection" at Mrs. Dale's place, they said goodbye and left.
"We are lucky." Lady Mary looked at the two people leaving and sighed softly, "But, that person is really rich. From what I know, he seems to be a Muggle-born. He brought so much money, even if the Self-Defense Guide..."
"Okay Mary, we'd better not talk about this. Don't forget the contract." Mrs. Dale reminded, "This generous amount of Galleons is not for nothing. If you breach the contract, even if you don't die, you will have to pay the price for it."
"Everything went well. What are you going to do next? I don't think you will expose this place?"
"No, Mr. Nico has other safe houses in the UK where we can meet them and receive treatment in the suitcase." Albert immediately arranged everything.
"It won't hurt to be cautious." Mrs. McDougal hesitated for a moment, then asked, "But, you..."
"I'm not short of Galleons." Albert explained with a smile, "My friend and I opened a shop in Diagon Alley. Most of the Defense Against the Dark Arts items in the UK were invented by me."
"That's good." Mrs. McDougal didn't ask any more questions.
She actually didn't know that Albert had chosen today and this time to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for a reason.
He threw a bait to the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters. At this point in time, their attention was attracted by Kenneth and no one would notice them at all.