snake catcher

On Friday morning, Mr. Dalton arrived at the office on time at 9 o'clock as usual, and the secretary was already waiting for him, "Mr. Dalton, your schedule today is relatively loose. Mr. Spence from Payam Company will be Come to visit you and discuss with you about continuing cooperation in the Middle East.

"At noon, Mrs. Will from the J&M Animal Protection Association will have lunch with you. She will explain to you where your donation is going this year, details, and discuss with you the donation plan for next year.

"Considering in the afternoon that you have accepted Mr. Prime Minister's private invitation tonight, I have booked you a two-hour video conference for the regular meeting on Friday at 2 o'clock.

"In the evening, Prime Minister Major's private dinner at 7 Downing Street at 10 o'clock."

After Jack finished talking about Mr. Dalton's itinerary for today, he stood upright, waiting for the boss's instructions.But different from usual, this time Mr. Dalton did not respond as usual, he was looking out of the window in a daze.Jack looked out following Mr. Dalton's gaze, and the big gray bird lightly landed on the window sill and knocked on the glass with its beak.

"Okay, Jack. You've made good arrangements. I'll call you if I have something to do." Hearing that Mr. Dalton had ordered him to evict, Jack bowed and left the office. Although he was very curious, the big gray bird Why did it fall by the window and knock on the window, and it seemed to have something tied to its legs.But the rice bowl is the most important thing. Jack restrained his curiosity and concentrated on his work.

Within 5 minutes, Mr. Dalton called the intercom, "Jack, come in." Jack was a little strange, because Mr. Dalton's voice sounded less calm than usual.

He immediately came to Mr. Dalton: "Sir, what do you want?"

Jack was taken aback. Mr. Dalton's face was very pale now, holding a strange piece of paper in his hand.He looked at Jack with a very strange voice that seemed to come out of his throat, "Jack, cancel all my trips for today and help me prepare the car."

"But sir! Tonight the prime minister's dinner, he specially invited you—" Jack's dissuading voice disappeared automatically, because Mr. Dalton was looking at him coldly.

"I'll prepare right away!" Jack had a hunch that if he hesitated for even a moment, he would say goodbye to his lucrative job!

After sending Mr. Dalton away, Jack let out a long sigh of relief, secretly guessing what made the old British nobleman who was usually elegant in speech and deeds and kind and generous to others lose his sense of proportion.

After thinking about it for a long time, Jack thought of Mr. Dalton's daughter. He had just worked for Mr. Dalton for 4 months and had never seen Mabel-Dalton. He only saw her on Mr. Dalton's desk. Photo.

Mr. Dalton's doting on his daughter is well known. I heard that she went to a boarding school in a foreign country. Jack didn't understand why Mr. Dalton refused to let his daughter go to a top British noble school, but let his daughter go to a little-known school. foreign schools.However, she is the only one who can let Mr. Dalton release the pigeons of the British Prime Minister.

Sitting in the car, Mr. Dalton suppressed his anxiety, and calmly directed the driver to stop on the side of the road to pick up a young man in a strange dress.

After this young man in a gray and black striped suit got into the car, Mr. Dalton held out his hand to him, "Brooke Dalton."

"Oh! Hello! Mr. Dalton, I'm Jamie Baquis, an intern at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic!"

"Hello!" Mr. Dalton shook his hand politely, "Where is the hospital?"

"Ah! I've never been there before, I always apparate to the vicinity, let's drive to the city center first, shall we?"

According to what he said, Mr. Dalton asked the driver to drive to the city center, and then they got out of the car and walked forward. The weather was already very cold, and the exhaled breath turned into water mist. The atmosphere was silent, but he gave up after seeing Mr. Dalton's face.When they came to a wide road, they stopped in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd.

This department store is very shabby, and people passing by on the street don't even look at it. Baquis led Mr. Dalton to stand in front of an ugly plastic mannequin wearing a green nylon skirt in the window, leaned closer and said softly, " Let's come and see Maybelle Dalton." After the dummy beckoned, he pulled Mr. Dalton through the window to St. Mungo's.

The hall is full of wizards with strange shapes. Normally, Mr. Dalton would be dancing happily, but now he just wants to see his little Mel as soon as possible.

Follow Baquis to Ward 35 on the third floor. There are three beds. On the bed by the window, his little Mel is sitting on the bed, waving and smiling at him, "Hey! Dad, St. Not bad right!"

"You little girl, you scared Dad to death!" Mr. Dalton hurried over to hug her, rubbed her head, and touched her face. Mel was still having a fever. "Feeling better?"

"It's better, Dad. The therapists made a fuss, I just have a fever, nothing else—" As he was speaking, Mel blinked his eyelids and fell asleep again.

"Doctor!" Mr. Dalton was taken aback. The therapist immediately stepped forward and examined Mel, "Don't worry, Mr. Dalton! The little girl has been like this for the past few days. Although she fell asleep, But it is harmless to the body."

"What's wrong with Mel?" Mr. Dalton took a deep breath and looked at the young therapist in front of his eyes. "There must be a reason for her like this? 'Unknown reason'?" Mr. Dalton raised his hand The parchment he kept clutching, "You just use this as an excuse to perfuse me."

Pollachi's therapist, whom he blamed, was a little embarrassed, "We'll do our best. Trust me!"

Mr. Dalton stared closely at Pollage, trying to see some positive answer from his eyes, but he was disappointed.

He made an inexplicable movement with his hands in the air, and said something out of his mouth, "I want to send Mel to the hospital in our world, and I want to invite the best doctor to examine Mel!"

"Sir, you can't do this, it's irresponsible to Mel!" Pollachi's face turned red immediately!

"Am I going to let Mel lie here for 'unexplained reasons'?" Mr. Dalton asked in a very soft voice.

But Pollachi, who was already at a loss, immediately felt an overwhelming momentum that made him unable to breathe!He stammered back, "Anyway, anyway——"

"She can't leave here!" An old, calm, and powerful answer solved the problem for him.

Mr. Dalton and he immediately looked at the person coming at the door. He was wearing a dark green wizard robe, with beautiful patterns embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs, neckline, and hem of the robe. His snow-white beard fluttered on his chest. This was Dumbledore. Mr. Dalton, Mr. Dalton judged, was wiser in person than in his black-and-white photographs.Then, the healer Pollage screamed, "Mr. Dumbledore!" and he was on the verge of tears of joy.

"Hi! Mr. Albus Dumbledore, I often hear Mel talking about you!" Facing this great educator, it was difficult for Mr. Dalton to put on a bad face, but he was in a very bad mood now. So he stretched out his right hand expressionlessly.

"Hello! Mr. Dalton!" Dumbledore held Mr. Dalton's hand with a kind face.He gestured to Pollage that he wanted to speak to Mr. Dalton alone. "I've always been very curious about the father who raised Mel to be a smart, kind, and responsible boy! I didn't expect that the place where we met was 'St. Mungo'." Of course Dumbledore understood Mr. Dalton's feelings , he immediately cut to the chase and explained to Mr. Dalton why he thought Mel could not be transferred.

Maybelle's body is definitely not sick, but the magic power in her body has changed. Although he can't explain the reason now, judging from the symptoms Mel showed, it is developing in a good way. The most obvious manifestation is , every time Mel has a fever, her magic power will tend to stabilize.And at St. Mungo's Hospital Mel can get magical care.

Mr. Dalton was silent for a moment, and agreed to Dumbledore's suggestion.Dumbledore checked Mel's body himself, and then left!

After sending Dumbledore away, Mr. Dalton sat next to Mel and tucked her in the quilt. He remembered that a long time ago, when Mel was very young, he sat in front of the incubator and looked at his little Mel like this. .He kissed his daughter's forehead and looked at her tenderly, so that the daughter would be the first to see him when she woke up.

Mabel’s illness is approaching Christmas in a blink of an eye. In the past few weeks, her health has improved a lot, and the frequency of fever has become less and less. Now it’s basically just an hour of fever.Since Mel's sobriety increased, she stopped letting her father and old housekeeper Joy visit her every day.

In the days when she was often in a coma at the beginning, her father was by her side almost every step of the way, which made Mel feel very distressed, and asked Joey to drag him home and force him to rest, and threatened him that if he did not rest, she would not After eating, Mr. Dalton had a little time to rest.

As for the change in magic power that Dumbledore said, she hasn't felt it yet. She once secretly cast several spells, but unfortunately all failed, and even burned the curtains of the ward.

Mel was depressed and lay on the hospital bed, ate and slept, and ate and slept, like a pig!

The hospital is full of Christmas atmosphere, and transparent magic balls of various colors filled with candles are floating everywhere.People came and went, and their faces were more happy than usual.

Of course, there were many more sick people, and one man burned his arm because he cast the wrong spell while arranging the Christmas decorations at home.Another man Apparated and knocked off his leg, but he adamantly refused to say where he fell.The therapist had to use a growth spell to make his legs grow back!

When Mel didn’t have a fever, she wandered here and there to pass the time. Looking at all kinds of weird magical illnesses, Mel felt it was an eye-opener. She thought it was another place to quickly integrate into the wizarding world besides Hogwarts. window.

"Neville! Come on!" A scary old witch on the stairs called to the squat, fat boy who was following her.

Mel was attracted by the voice, "Could it be Neville Longbottom?"

The old witch was dressed in sorrel robes over a moth-eaten fox fur, and a stuffed vulture stood on top of her pointed wizard hat.

It was obvious that this was Neville and his grandma, watching them go upstairs, Mel followed curiously.