Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 941: What the **** am I?

　　 "Are you sure you are near here?"

　　In the mountains behind Greenwich Park, Harry and Victor are scrambling around in the forest with little Victor.

　　 The two of them came here all the way from the previous church. Even though they had the invisibility cloak and Maca's Immortal Elixir, they were almost spotted by wandering monsters several times.

　　 Fortunately, the intervention of the army and Maca's running around attracted the attention of most monsters, which made them enter the woods behind the garden without any risk.

　　 The two people who have been searching until now don't even know that the fighting outside has gradually subsided with the help of Maca.

　　 "Yes, at least my father was still here when we left."

　　 Little Victor followed Harry, and he was a little out of breath after the long mountain trail. At this moment, the woods were covered with snow everywhere, and the cold air made him spit out a thick white mist with every breath.

　　 "Well... but it's been almost half a day. It's possible where he goes. So, I still want to find out if there are any traces that can point me in a direction..."

　　 At this point, he finally couldn't help rubbing his numb hands.

　　 "This weather...oh! I think I'm freezing up, I really hope my father is okay..."

　　 "I hope...ah no, I mean, your father will be fine!" Harry also shrank his neck. He was already missing the warming potion that Maca had made up. "By the way, you listen...I think the gunfire outside is much less than before?"

　　 "Yes!" Little Victor looked down at the scattered traces on the snow, and said casually, "I hope the soldiers will be fine too!"

　　 For those soldiers who suddenly appeared, they were somewhat vigilant at first. After all, those soldiers might not shoot at Muggle citizens, but they would also treat wizards as enemies.

　　 But the fact is that those warriors even help the wounded wizard, which made both of them gradually relieved.

　　 even after arriving in this mountain forest, little Victor did not forget to pray secretly for the soldiers.

　　 To be honest, little Victor is not quite sure of his identity now—is he supposed to be a Muggle? Or should he be counted to the wizard's side?

　　 But suddenly, Harry, who was trying to follow along, stopped temporarily. Without a word, he squatted gently beside the tree at a certain moment.

　　 I saw him then stretched out his hand to poke some of the drift snow away, revealing a footprint that had been stepped on.

　　"Sir, come and see if this is the pattern on the sole of your father's shoe?"

　　 "This...oh, that's right! That's it!" Little Victor leaned over and nodded immediately, "Great, this direction, right? Let's find out if there is anything else in front of— "

　　 "No, no, if we are sure that this footprint is correct, we don't need more."

　　 Harry reached out his hand to stop the little Victor who was about to go forward, and put his hand holding the wand directly above the footprints.

　　"Search for traces!"

　　's voice fell slightly, and the two pairs of eyes stared at the wand he placed on his palms at the same time, watching it slowly move by themselves.

　　 After it turned faster and faster in Harry's hand for a few times, you could find that it suddenly started to reduce the speed of rotation, and finally stabilized in one direction.

　　"Oh! Magic is so amazing and convenient!" Little Victor said excitedly, "Can it tell us anything? For example, how far is my father from us now?"

　　 "Then I can't do it," Harry shook his head reluctantly as he gestured to Victor to follow. "Actually, I'm not very good at these very delicate spells. In this respect, Hermione is much better than me!"

　　 "Is that Miss Granger? Well, she does look very smart. I think you all want to listen to her..."

　　 The two talked, turned and walked quickly in the direction the tip of the wand was facing,

　　 Not long after, when Harry, who was walking ahead, once again blocked a snow-filled branch, a small forest hunter's hut suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

　　 This is a simple hut built with brown-black wood.

　　Perhaps because there is no tree canopy at that location, the snow accumulated directly is much more than the surrounding area, and even the doorway has been piled up at least a half.

　　 And because of the natural wood color and the large area of ​​frost and snow cover, it is really not so easy to recognize at a glance in this forest.

　　 Seeing that there were many footprints in front of the hunting house that had been covered with a thin layer of snow, Harry knew that the person they were looking for should be here.

　　 On the other side, little Victor didn't need Harry to remind him, so he hurried his legs and strode over.

　　"Dad? Daddy, are you here?"

　　 The broken wooden door covered with snow **** can only guard against the small animals in the mountain at best. Victor pushed the door leaf open as soon as he pushed, and then got short and drilled through the small door hole. Go in.

　　 Upon seeing this, Harry followed him in a hurry.

　　 "I said... how come someone is arguing outside, it turns out it's you kid—"

　　 "Dad!"

　　 As soon as Little Victor entered, he immediately saw his drunk father huddled in a pile of hay, exuding a familiar smell of alcohol.

　　 Seeing him shivering slightly and speaking weakly, you know that he is obviously frozen.

　　 I want to say that this cabin is really small, although there are basically not too many things in it. But just a small table and a rudimentary bed nailed up with wooden boards almost filled most of the space.

　　 Opposite the small bed that can barely sleep, a fireplace can provide the minimum comfort and satisfaction for this broken house.

　　 just...

　　While piles of wood nearby and matches on the shelf, old Victor did not light a fire to warm himself up, instead he just shrank in the haystack and relied on a little bit of wine. Come to ward off the cold.

　　"Dad, are you okay? Why..."

　　 "Stupid boy, let you go out and open your eyes...it can't cure your stupid disease. If I get a fire, what if those weird things are attracted to me?"

　　Old Victor kept shaking, but he didn't forget to train his son. It seems that although he was very cold, he still has good spirits.

　　 "The old man is right, we really better not light the fire..."

　　 Harry, who followed up together, agreed, but Victor didn't have the time to care about the fire and heating.

　　 I only heard that he temporarily ignored Harry’s words, and hurriedly asked:

　　 "Dad, this is it! You... did you know about wizards and magic from the beginning? And, what the **** am I...?"

　　 "What this and that..." His father squinted his eyes, "You are Lao Tzu's son, besides that, what else can you be?"

　　 "Oh! I mean—" Little Victor was about to ask to understand, but suddenly he suddenly raised his tone as if he was aware of something, "Could it be that... Dad, you What's that... is a'witcher'?"

　　 "Why, you kid can use magic?"

　　 The old man rolled his eyelids and looked up and down his son, as if he was looking at him.

　　 Harry on the side listened to their father-son conversation, and couldn't help feeling a little curious.

　　 There seems to be a bizarre story hidden in the Victor’s past?

　　 "Magic?" Little Victor heard it and waved his hand quickly, "No, how could it be... I just suddenly found out that I can fly on a broom! Real flight! Over a hundred meters or more. In the air-"

　　 "Huh, just riding a broomstick surprised you like this?" The old man curled his lips and said, "Why don't you help me up? I'm still talking about this...hiss, I really want to freeze you Die here?"

　　 "Oh, yes, yes! Mr. Victor, I think I'd better take the old man to a warmer place first!" Harry then rethinked the purpose of his trip and hurriedly agreed." I will take the old man to church first, and then we will go to find your wife and children!"

　　 was talking, Harry reached out and grabbed the old man’s arm, and couldn’t help muttering in his mouth:

　　 "Hermione will complain when she sees it-you know, we have to wait until after the Christmas holiday to start the phantom manifestation class! Old gentleman, it may be a little uncomfortable, just bear it!" /

　　's voice did not fall~IndoMTL.com~ Only a crackle was heard, and Harry directly apparated the old Victor.

　　 After Sirius taught this spell to him, he was basically restrained, that is, he would use it only when the Ministry of Magic has no time to pay attention to it today.

　　 moments later, when Harry appeared in front of little Victor again, his father had been left at the church.

　　 "Seriously, this is a wonderful magic!" Seeing Harry's return, little Victor immediately widened his eyes, "Then, can't we use this magic to go to my house? I think it will be. It’s much faster and safer than we walk past!"

　　 But Harry could only show a very regretful expression.

　　 "If I ever visited your house, that would work!" He shrugged, "Unfortunately, we didn't know each other before... Let's go! We have invisibility cloak and potion, just be careful A little bit, it should be fine!"

　　 followed Harry out of the hunter's cabin, little Victor looked at Harry's back, and couldn't help becoming more and more curious about the magic world.

　　 Although he couldn't ask anything from the drunk father just now, he had already planned it. Once he had ensured the safety of his wife and children, he had to force the old man to make it clear!

　　 Otherwise, he always feels that his life has been lost.

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