Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 605: Father and Son

With Maca's care, naturally, I have checked the residential area on the street where Fisher's house is located. So he was pretty sure that there was not even a wizard staying in this community, it was a pure Muggle community.

Of course, people have their own legs, and occasionally a wizard came here for some reason. It is not something worth making a fuss about.

But now there is a small guest with a very special identity and background in this family!

No matter what the reason is, Maca doesn't want to be considered abnormal by some interested people. This may be because of his needless pity for an innocent child, or it may be because the child’s biological father will show up again sooner or later... Whether it is the former or the latter, he has reason to take responsibility to protect little Delphi. Don't let her suffer unnecessary harm.

But it turns out that this time he was worried for nothing.

……

"Oh! His father, what happened to that just now?"

Just next door to Fisher's house, a Muggle woman was looking around in surprise, her heart full of doubts. Yes, at that moment, she felt as if she was suddenly thrown into a piece of cold lake water, and the sound of the whole world disappeared in an instant.

"I don't know..."

The man next to her also looked surprised, frowning tightly, but his expression was much calmer than his wife. I saw him approach the door and window cautiously, seeming to be listening to outside sounds.

There are always noisy environmental noises in this neighborhood on weekdays, or the engines of cars passing by, or the children are frolicking, even at night, there are often bugs and birds, and there is no moment of tranquility.

But that's life. It's better to have movement than to be dead every day, isn't it?

Just like just now, the silence at that moment was really frightening. Although that didn't last long, it was enough to make an ordinary Muggle couple sweat the silence that was too abnormal.

But at this moment, a rapid and violent crash suddenly sounded from upstairs. The sound of countless hands hitting the floor, shocked the Muggle woman again. .

"This little bastard, isn't he honest yet?"

When the man heard this, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face. Without a word, he turned around abruptly, and Tengteng walked over to the stairs leading to the second floor.

"My child, dad, just remember to talk, don't do it anymore!" The woman quickly persuaded, but only got a cold snort from her man.

"If you don't let him increase his memory, he won't be overwhelmed next time?"

The man went straight upstairs angrily. After a while, there was a knock on the door on the second floor, followed by the man's roar.

"Little bastard! I haven't repaired enough just now, right? What are you making!"

After a few angry reprimands, the child's painful cry followed, and there were some faint footsteps between the two chasing and fleeing.

The child's mother listened downstairs, and several times wanted to rush up to beg her husband not to beat the child again. But this time his son's troubles were too great. The child not only broke a fat man's leg, but also caused the parents to almost call the police.

She knows that even if her husband does have a violent temper, hitting the child will indeed have a bad effect on the child, but this time she shouldn’t stop him.

However, it was the moment when her face was distressed and there were tears in her eyes that a heavy crash suddenly sounded upstairs. In the next second, she was stunned to see that her man actually flew upside down and fell off the stairs, and hit the floor with a "bang".

"Oh boy, dad, what's the matter with you" "Don't come over!"

But seeing that the man drank his wife abruptly, he got up from the ground with difficulty. He looked up at the stairs with piercing eyes, his expression full of seriousness.

"...It turned out to be like this." He held the handle of the stairs with one hand and his waist with the other. A trace of pain flashed across his face, "This little bastard...you wait downstairs, don't come up. "

After that, the man staggered up the stairs again.

In front of the stairs on the second floor is a horizontal corridor. On the right side is two bedrooms, large and small, on the left, there is a utility room and a small bathroom.

The child's small bedroom is at the end of the right side of the corridor, and the door to that bedroom is half-hidden at the moment. You can see from the crack in the door, it's pitch black there, and you can't really see what the room looks like.

"Little bunny, I know how you broke James’s leg... Humph, do you think it’s not your fault? I’ll tell you, is this accident in your heart? Clear!"

The man leaned against the wall by the door and spoke coldly, but there was no response from the child in the room. Obviously, that brat didn't want to admit that he was as stubborn as himself.

"Little boy, I'm here," the man gritted his teeth, "I warn you, if you dare to use that kind of power to deal with your old man and me, it won't be as simple as eating out!"

After that, he hesitated a little with his hand, and quickly shook his head, gently pushing open the bedroom door.

Fortunately, his threats still seemed to have some effect, at least this time he was not directly floated from the ground as before, and then lifted directly over the handrail in the corridor to go downstairs.

"Little Bunny" "Don't call me Little Bunny! You named me!"

A slightly naive voice sounded from the dark bedroom, and the voice was also full of anger. Although I can't see the child's appearance, I can tell by just listening to his voice that he should not be too old.

"Huh, okay?" The man said coldly, "Ensi, open the curtains!"

"I hate sunlight," the child's voice was also cold, without a trace of anger, "the switch of the chandelier is by your hand, why don't you turn it on by yourself?"

"Little bunny, is it itchy again? Just like your kid, you still want Lao Tzu to call you by your name? Do you deserve the name Lao Tzu gave you?"

The man yelled and smashed his fist against the wall beside him. With a few flashes in the bedroom, the small chandelier placed on the ceiling finally gave out a dazzling light, illuminating the entire room.

You can see that the chaos caused by the father and son chasing and fleeing in the room still remains in the room.

Half of the quilt has been drooped on the carpet, wrinkles are all messed up; the pillow has been thrown on a small desk with books and stationery scattered everywhere; the worst is by the wall The wardrobe was standing up, even the door was skewed and hung on one side obliquely, and many of the clothes inside slipped to the outside of the cabinet door.

On the crumpled bed, a little boy who was totally unfit for strength was embracing his knees, leaning against the headboard with his neck curled, the pair looking directly at his father The eyes are full of stubbornness.

This child looks like he is about ten years old, with a black, soft and shiny head just covering the auricle, and the silk is tangled together, looking messy.

"Why, dare you stare at you Laozi?" The man glanced at him, "Do you think you have discovered what is great about yourself? Huh...you dare to break someone else's leg? Hurry up, give it an account I will explain everything to you Lao Tzu!"

When the boy heard the words, he didn't argue, but he didn't seem to want to explain what he had done either. He just stared at his father with that naive and cold gaze, without saying a word.

"Don't want to say?"

The man saw that his son was almost indifferent to what he said, and the anger in his heart immediately steamed up again, and he was about to walk to the bed, his right hand was already clenched.

"You little bastard, you just don't have to clean up!"

He said that he was about to raise his fist, but he didn't expect that his son would dare to do something with him. At the next moment, the seemingly slender and feeble arm stretched out before him, and he pushed it gently towards the man.

Originally, the boy's palm could only be pushed into the air, but the fact is that his father was hit directly in front of his chest by an invisible force. The force was so strong that it immediately caused him to fly upside down again and hit the wall of the room heavily.

"You cough, cough" The man slipped from the wall to the floor. After struggling for a while, he barely supported himself and coughed a few times with a little bit of pain, "Little bastard, you think you have these skills Who gave it to you? Ahem... Damn it!"

He didn't say this very loudly, obviously he was complaining. But the room was very quiet right now, and although his voice was soft, it was enough to be heard by the boy sitting on the bed.

"What do you mean by'Who did you think gave it to you?'?" The child finally spoke again, not very loud, but very clear.

The man raised his head in the corner and did not show any expression of surprise at his son’s abnormal ability~IndoMTL.com~Yes, he has been full of anger since before, and he has shown something different from ordinary Muggles. Receptive ability. At this moment, he just squinted his eyes and stared at his son coldly, exactly the same as the kid just now.

It can be seen from here that the character of the black boy is completely inherited from his violent father.

After a while, the man who had looked at his son again from beginning to end did he stand up on the wall. There was still anger in his eyes, but it was more of a deep mixture of memories and contemplation.

"In a while, you don't need me to say that your kid will understand." He said grumpily, "Anyway, don't use it indiscriminately thinking that you have a different power, otherwise I can't save you. Do you think you can really control it completely?"

When he heard his father say this, the boy immediately flattened his mouth and stopped talking.

　　

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