This old enemy ended up with a similar fate this year. Most of Hoffa's injuries were physical, while Liddell's injuries were mental.

The last curse spell put too much burden on him.

The school doctor's diagnosis was that he would probably not be able to walk normally for nearly a year, or even study normally.

Tom Riddle also saw Hoffa, but gave him a cold glance and then turned his head.

"Want to go over and have a look?"

Miranda asked softly.

Hoffa looked at the wheelchair by the black lake with complicated eyes for a moment, then shook his head and said softly: "Next time."

For some reason, he didn't want to face Riddle, and Riddle probably didn't want to see him either. The last time they cooperated was helpless under crisis. After all, the difference in their personalities was too big.

...

...

Hoffa completed the three-kilometer road very slowly. It was not until dusk that he completed the task prescribed by the school doctor.

After returning to school, Hoffa returned to his ward with Miranda's support.

The ward is very spacious. On the left is a pile of gifts as tall as a man, and on the right is a row of snacks and letters filled with sheets. Those were given to him by the students of Hogwarts. Compared with the injured and unnoticed person last year,

In a dilemma, this year Hoffa became a celebrity in the school.

This made him very uncomfortable. If possible, he still felt comfortable when no one was paying attention.

As soon as he sat down, he was out of breath.

Miranda was sitting in the chair while reading the newspaper and handing him a glass of water.

(In the newspaper, a dejected Principal Armando Dippet said under the flashlights of a row of reporters: "Health is my appeal. Whether these methods are correct, I don't know. But my starting point is to protect the school, and I use all the methods.

I am an enemy soldier who died in battle, and I have a clear conscience. I only hope that in the last days of my life, I can protect this place...)

"Thank you." Hoffa took the water glass.

"Hmm." Miranda turned over a page of the newspaper.

"Did the newspaper say when Osilvia would be back?" Hoffa moved his legs, which were still a bit clumsy, onto the bed.

"No"

Miranda calmly flipped through another page of the newspaper, seemingly not wanting to pay attention to him.

Hoffa tore open a piece of chocolate frog, stuffed it into his mouth, bit off half of the frog, and asked, "Will she not come back?"

"I don't know, why are you so anxious to see her?"

"I'm just asking casually."

"hehe."

Miranda smiled, seemingly noncommittal.

At this time, there was a jingling sound outside the door. There was also laughter and chatter like silver bells. Hoffa suddenly felt something bad. He immediately moved his legs into the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and looked at Miranda lowering her head.

He said in a voice: "I fell asleep, you know?"

"uh-huh."

Miranda hummed absently.

After chatting and laughing with a few nurses hypocritically.

Aglaia pushed the door open, curling her lips in disdain and whispering: "There aren't even bone spirits. Hogwarts is such a rubbish school."

Then, the little girl jumped in with a long potion bottle. Her silver hair was tied into a bun on the back of her head, and she was also wearing a white operating uniform unique to refining potions.

Hoffa clasped his hands in fear in bed, closed his eyes, swallowed and began to pretend to sleep.

Because he can't do strenuous exercise, the school doctor Lena said that he has some osteoporosis and will need about a month of conditioning to return to normal.

But the somewhat impatient Aglaia had to make him a bone spirit. Yes, it was the stuff that Harry drank after Lockhart ripped out the bones in his arm.

Hoffa swore that it was the scariest thing he had ever drunk in his life. Although it was transparent and water-like in color, it tasted like horse urine mixed with nitroglycerin and ether. After drinking it once, he would never want to drink it again.

Second-rate.

Aglaia ran to Hoffa's bedside with the medicine in hand and took a look.

"Yeah, I fell asleep again."

Miranda flipped through a page of the newspaper and said feebly: "No, not today, not before. He has emptied the trash can of the bone spirits you prepared every day."

Hoffa almost vomited out a mouthful of blood under the covers. What happened to Miranda today? She sold him in the blink of an eye. She also revealed that he had thrown the medicine before.

Sure enough, in the next second, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes. Aglaia suddenly opened the quilt and stood in front of him gloomily and sneered: "You Horva! How dare you pour my medicine!"

Hoffa huddled on the bed, covering his face and breathing heavily: "Please don't let me drink that stuff. I'll want to die after drinking it once."

"No! You must drink!"

Without saying a word, she put her hands under Hoffa's ribs and lifted him up. Hoffa was weak and couldn't resist Aglaia. He was also afraid of breaking his bones, so he could only sit up sadly.

"Miranda, you bastard!"

"Hmm."

Miranda turned a page of the newspaper and sat down on the chair without raising her head.

"You two-faced person, traitor." Hoffa said with a little sadness.

"oh."

Miranda changed to a more comfortable position and raised her head to read the newspaper.

"Twenty-five boys, white-eyed wolf."

"Eh."

A mysterious smile appeared on Miranda's lips and she continued to read the newspaper.

"You..." He couldn't curse anymore.

Because Aglaia was trying to use a spoon to open Hoffa's mouth, trying to force-feed the bone spirit.

Unable to exercise strenuously, Hoffa could only grit his teeth and shake his head like a rattle, looking like a delicate girl who had been forcefully kissed by a wretched uncle.

Aglaia was very angry, so she put down the long bottle with the bone label on it and started to squeeze Hoffa's chin with her hands.

After prying for a long time, Aglaia pinched for a long time and found that the man was very determined not to take medicine, so she turned to look at Miranda who was reading the newspaper.

"Are you coming to help?"

"No."

Miranda sat on the chair, pushed up her glasses, and flipped through the newspaper.

"Hello......!"

"If he doesn't want to drink, don't stuff it. The bones are growing on him anyway."

Miranda looked like a husband coming home after a busy day at work. He didn't want to answer any of his wife's questions and just wanted to read the newspaper.

"you......"

Aglaia pressed her fingers hard and clicked, causing Hoffa's front tooth to fall out.

The open-mouthed Hoffa was anxious: "What are you doing? I finally have all my teeth!!"

Aglaia's fingers trembled, and she quickly took back the spoon and said harshly: "Why don't you cooperate earlier? I see you are cowardly."

"Would you like to drink that stuff?"

"Okay, okay, it's like glass. If you don't want to drink, don't drink. Look at those teeth of yours, they are quite ugly."

Aglaia folded her arms and muttered something.

After a while, she stuffed the Sehofa quilt again and complained in a low voice: "I can't do it anymore, I have to try my best."

Miranda pushed up her glasses, sat down on her chair, flipped through a page of the newspaper, and said disdainfully: "I was born to work hard."

At this time, suddenly a bell rang outside the door.

It's the shift ringtone.

Aglaia and Miranda could only stay with him during the day. At night, he was cared for by the school nurse and Potions teacher, Horace Slughorn, in turns.

They were responsible for giving Hoffa medicine and performing some restorative surgeries on him.

Aglaia looked outside and said to Miranda: "Let's go."

Um."

Miranda put away the newspaper and said, "See you in the seventh greenhouse to continue yesterday's repairs."

They are also very busy and have to participate in the reconstruction of the school.

"I want to go too."

Hoffa said, "I was rotting in bed."
To be continued...