Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 950: From Muggle to Black Wizard

"Boom!"

"Boom——"

The patient with his head bandaged was violently thrown into the air by an invisible force, and after making close contact with the ceiling once, he fell heavily back on the bedding he was lying on.

Little Victor half-raised the "little stick" in his hand, stunned by what was happening in front of him-what happened just now?

In his eyes, it was almost the feeling of a flower in front of him, and he didn't even realize that he seemed to have caused some amazing changes after the guy fell back to the floor.

"What are you kid doing! Hurry..."

"Murder! The dark wizard sneaked into Saint Mungo! Help--"

To be honest, as a Muggle, old Victor's reaction was quick. But even so, he still didn't have time to finish speaking, and was interrupted by the shouts of other wounded patients.

The panic caused by that exclaimed cry quickly spread in this room.

Old Victor, after realizing that it was impossible for him to talk over the more and more riots, simply stopped making a sound, and put all the remaining bread into his mouth with a bored look and started chewing.

It's just that, although it was obvious that old Victor felt that these people in the room were a little too fussy, in fact, they really couldn't be blamed.

The disaster in which everyone is in danger has just ceased a bit, and everyone is still immersed in the aftermath of fear. When something abnormal like this happens, it becomes like a frightened bird, which I have to say is also natural.

What's more, who would have expected that there would be injuries in this ward and suddenly... just like that?

All the people who witnessed that "Big Brother Bandage" hit the ceiling, I am afraid that no one does not feel that they are also suffering from pain!

However, just as the ward whose door could not be opened from the inside was gradually messed up, the panic situation inevitably affected the little Victor, who was a little lost.

Actually, he just wanted to try it out with the wand in the bandaged man's arms at first, and he was already ready to wave it and nothing would happen.

But he didn't expect that he pulled out the small wooden stick, and there was such a big movement.

To be honest, he was really scared.

But when he stared blankly at the bandage man who seemed to have fallen miserably at his feet, the noise and chaos in the room forced him back to reality, and he continued to drill into his ears with a loud noise. go with.

"The Dark Wizard!"

"It's the murderer... he's the murderer! It's him—"

"Help! Let me go out soon—"

All the wounded were as far away from him as possible, and many of them went to the door and knocked hard.

The original house arrest was because a "suspicious dark wizard" appeared in the house, and it seemed to have instantly become a slaughterhouse. There are really many people who yelled.

Of course, maybe it is because these people have some similarities that Maca will concentrate them here and limit their actions, right?

As for Victor and his son, they are clearly two anomalies among them right now.

"No, no, no, I am not a ‘dark wizard’..."

Little Victor is actually okay. He didn't feel annoyed because so many people blamed him, and he didn't think he was wronged.

The accident just now was indeed caused by his impulse, which was obviously correct...not only that, he was born kind and even felt deeply guilty and worried for the bandaged brother on the ground.

However, if you have to ask him how it feels to be hostile by so many people...probably he will feel a little panicked!

That's right! Little Victor can promise-it's really only a tiny bit.

"Really! I just picked up this one accidentally..."

Just when he subconsciously waved his hand again and again, trying to defend himself, the wand that he was still holding in his right hand suddenly flashed light.

Following, another invisible force spurted out from the tip of the stick and flew diagonally to the pile of wooden crates stacked against the wall.

"Bang! Wow!"

Along with a box suddenly falling apart, a large number of dried herbs suddenly scattered all over the floor.

After a few seconds of silence, the commotion in the ward became more intense.

"Except your weapons!"

I don't know who suddenly cast a disarming curse, and the red brilliance passed over everyone's head like lightning, and rushed straight to the little Victor.

Little Victor, who was still far from being able to adapt to the spell, knew what to do. He only saw the red in his field of vision instantly magnify, scared him to reflexively raise his arm and hurriedly block his head.

But when the wand in his hand was swiping in front of him almost unconsciously, everyone found that the disarming curse had shifted a little bit along the arc drawn by the tip of the stick, and was close to his body. "Slid" to the side.

The person who saw this scene immediately became more frightened.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, the door of the room that no one can open was suddenly opened from the outside.

"What happened! Why did you smash the door this early?"

Not only did the question from outside the door get no answer from anyone, but it seemed to be a signal to escape.

In the next second, almost everyone in this room started pouring out. The guy who opened the door failed to show a face, and was soon squeezed into an unknown corner.

"Hey! No, I really..."

After little Victor touched his body and realized that he didn't seem to be okay, then he saw the scene where everyone rushed out.

Unfortunately, because everything just happened so quickly, he still hasn't realized the source of the problem. When he was speaking, he subconsciously stretched out his **** right hand.

"Boom!"

Okay! Among the crowd crowding toward the door, another unlucky ghost flew up into the sky all at once.

"Fool! Don't move!"

Perhaps because everyone was biting the bullet and squeezing out, the screaming sound became much less than before. And this time, the old Victor, who had the right time, finally passed his words accurately to his son's ears.

"What?"

Little Victor turned his head immediately, only to find that his father was behind a wooden crate. When he saw him look over, the old man rolled his eyes and showed him.

"I said-don't move!"

Little Victor still listens to what his old man says very much. If you can give them a few more seconds now, maybe everything will come to an end here.

However, God's script does not seem to be written that way—I mean, if the Muggle, Victor, had seen so many weird and magical scenes, he still believed in God.

"Fainted..." "Wait!"

This time two voices sounded at the same time, and both seemed to come from outside the door behind Victor.

The little Victor, who had just been nearly hit by magic, immediately squatted down on the spot when he heard a shout that seemed to be a spell.

At about the same time, the flames representing the coma spell flashed over it suddenly, and it happened to hit the "brother bandage" not far from Victor again.

I don’t know what this brother did in his previous life. This time he stopped flying in the air instead of flying-he just heard a muffled sound of "bang", and he rolled and hit a corner ten feet away. .

"There is no sound...Is it true that you fell to death just now?"

I don't know what to say that little Victor is so nervous, lying on the ground in a panic, but still has the time to worry about that buddy.

"Faint--"

"I let you all wait!"

Hearing the sound of chanting behind him seemed to continue, he hurriedly rolled aside two more times before realizing that the wizard who missed a hit and wanted to reissue it seemed to be stopped.

Besides, why is the voice of that discourager a bit familiar?

Turning over again in a hurry, little Victor quickly raised his head and looked at the door—it was the young man! Called... Harry? Harry Potter?

"Mr. Potter!"

When he saw an acquaintance, he felt like he was finally waiting for a savior, and immediately yelled in his throat.

Harry at the door really heard Viktor’s excitement for the first time, but unfortunately he is too messy right now~IndoMTL.com~ Although he stretched his arm to grab it and just let it go. The panic of the curse, but still couldn't squeeze inside.

In fact, it is still quite difficult for Harry to squeeze in when everyone is running out.

"Who can tell me! What happened?"

He yelled helplessly, and only then did he hear everyone around him rushing to talk about "dark wizard", "killed" and similar things.

"The Dark Wizard?"

Harry was a little depressed when he was squeezed into the crowd. Hearing what they said, he suddenly became more depressed.

"What dark wizard? Do you mean that Mr. Muggle?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Harry seemed to have thought of something, and a chill suddenly rose behind his back.

At the beginning, he himself was taken over by that Helbo, and to this day, he is probably the only one who has taken back his body after being controlled.

He knew the terrible feeling that he was completely robbed of control.

Is it possible that Mr. Victor Jr. was also "chosen" by Helbo? Uh... Will even Muggles be controlled by Helbo?

Harry didn't know "Can Helbo take the Muggle's body", but he knew it was obviously impossible.

"Oops...Halpo sneaked into St Mungo! By the way, and Maca just happened to be away... Doesn't that mean that the guy aimed at Maca when he left?"

He and Ron were still discussing about going to the sixth floor to practice! Who knew that Haierbo came so fast that they didn't even have a chance to be called Qi Renshou.

"Come out, leave this ward immediately! Right away!"

Harry hurried out himself.