Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 906: Walking in Greenwich Park

Victor is an old professor and an old professor of astrophysics who is "not very respected".

Because of a long-term alcoholism, he is half asleep and half awake almost every day, so his neighbors also dislike him while keeping away from him.

But he doesn't care, because for him, this life is almost over. One more friend and one less friend has no effect at all-it will be the same after being buried in the soil anyway.

However, there is only one thing he seems to care about.

Even if you have already retired from the position of professor now, you no longer need to take students to do research projects. But he still chose to continue "work"...

Yes, even if he is just a volunteer sweeper, he will go out on time every morning, and he hasn't left for almost a day.

Early this morning, Old Victor got up from bed on time again. He put on his clothes, brought a hip flask, and then went to the volunteer center to pick up tools and came here as usual.

Now, it's noon.

To be honest, there are a lot of tourists here. With more tourists, no matter how good your quality is, there will always be **** like this frequently.

In addition, there has been a lot of snow recently, which makes it even more difficult for the old Victor to clean.

However, even on the days when the snow blower was on holiday for Christmas, he would still come here silently, sweeping it for a whole half day.

After a while, old Victor finally slowly stopped his work.

I saw him raise his head and beat his aching old waist. Then he took out a stainless steel hip flask from his pocket without anyone else, unscrewed the lid and poured two or three mouthfuls into his mouth, before smashing his mouth and letting out a long breath.

For others, this winter sip is to warm up; but for old Victor, it is purely to fool his waking mind.

"Ahem--"

Victor coughed twice, then closed and tightened the flask, and put it back in his pocket.

"Damn stainless steel tank..."

He stomped on the snow near his feet for no apparent reason, but nothing happened except some snow splashes.

Old Victor didn't get nervous anymore, but picked up the garbage bag, and continued to pick up some **** in the horns on the snow-covered square.

Work for a while, and then it’s time to fix today’s lunch.

"Why am I still alive..."

He mumbled in a voice that he might not even hear clearly.

……

At the same time, at the gate of this park on the south bank of the Thames, southeast of London, Maca, who had just left the house of the Fishers, quietly appeared here.

In fact, just looking for a Muggle expert to ask about the meteorite fall, he is somewhat troubled now.

For someone who doesn't know anything about astronomical observations, let alone how to intercept meteorites... Even "where to go to ask this matter" will be a very big problem.

But if you can think carefully, you can at least think of a way.

That is—"The Observatory".

If you want to find an observatory in the United Kingdom, Maca's first thought is the Greenwich Observatory that defines the prime meridian and divides the earth into two halves.

Now, Maca is standing at the gate of Greenwich Park where this famous observatory is located.

The clear sky all day yesterday didn't let the snow in London melt at all. Although there is no snow today, the gloom in the sky makes people understand to some extent that the next snow may fall abruptly.

Maca looked around, because it was the Christmas holiday, there were a lot of Muggles going in and out of this park. Everyone stepped on the snow on the ground and made endless creaking sounds...

Yes, the snow here has long been trampled into ice slag.

He shrugged, and didn't continue to delay time. He raised his leg and joined the "crunching army" who had secured the snow here, and went all the way into the park.

Speaking of, the number of times Maca has come to the Muggle world to do business in the past few years is not too small, and sometimes it travels among the Muggle crowds. It's just that there are few opportunities for real contact with Muggles.

Now that he returned to Muggle society, when he found out that he really wanted to talk to Muggles again, he actually noticed a sense of strangeness emerging from his heart.

But I don’t know if it’s a coincidence? It's better to say "unfortunately"...Just as he was faintly surrounded by this slightly offensive feeling, a middle-aged uncle who was walking in front of him suddenly paused, and then looked around.

Immediately, Maca saw him turn around and walked towards her.

"Sir, have you ever seen a volunteer old man picking up **** in a park? He is very old, with fluffy white hair, and his volunteer uniform should be wearing a beige 'S old coat..."

While talking, the middle-aged uncle added apologetically:

"Uh, by the way, when he approaches, there should be a strong smell of alcohol, especially easy to recognize."

Seeing him suddenly ask, Maca froze for a while before shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't think I have met him... I suggest you go ask others again."

"Oh! Really? But thank you for your answer... Maybe you don’t know, that’s my father. But he gets drunk every day, so he stubbornly wants to be a cleaning volunteer... Me and My wife just wants to bring him lunch, but she often can’t find where the others are, because the route he takes is never fixed..."

The uncle smiled, but instead of looking for someone else as Maca said, he went on to pour bitterness with Maca. Seeing his familiar appearance, Maca can only let him go on.

Although he has a lot of means to drive him away without showing a trace, it doesn't seem to be necessary. After all, they didn't hinder him from walking.

"Then did you ask why he wanted to be a volunteer?" Maca glanced at him casually as he walked, "Presumably your father should be very old, right?"

"That's right!" The other party sighed, "My wife and I have persuaded him many times, but he just insisted on doing it and didn't listen to anything! What's more, he never told me why ——Every time I asked about it, he would drink hard and anger hard..."

The two walked forward shoulder to shoulder, and the uncle said as long as they walked. But if you look closely, you will find that although his mouth has never stopped, he has never forgotten his original intention to find his father, and he will glance around every few steps.

Fortunately, although this Greenwich Park is very large, it is also exceptionally open and flat. When people walk in the middle, there are basically no buildings on both sides that block the line of sight. It is difficult to see what is missing when you walk all the way.

It's a pity that the "old drunkard" that the middle-aged uncle said was not in the first half of the park, so the two of them walked on the hillside deep in the park.

Go a little further, when the top of the **** is at the highest point, it should be the location of the observatory. I don't know if the other party's father will be there.

Not long after, a building with red brick walls and white railings finally came in front of Maca, and he stopped here for a while.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he said:

"Oh, sir, are you going to visit there?"

"Yes, go in and see..."

Maca nodded and looked towards the small square in front of the building, where a statue of a figure stood.

The middle-aged man saw that he was really not going to leave anymore, so he waved goodbye to him, and then went to the back of the observatory with some meaning.

After separating from the old drunkard's son, Maca was no longer disturbed and hurried to the direction of the building.

It's just that the closer he gets, the more he feels a little puzzled—what is this place?

"...'Old Royal Observatory'?"

Looking at the nameplate at the door, Maca tilted his head inexplicably.

……

Let’s not mention the confused Maca, at this moment, on the other side, the middle-aged uncle who had been nagging about Maca just now is walking along the road to the back of the observatory.

The trees here are obviously much denser than the front, and perhaps because it is too far from the main entrance, tourists are obviously scarce.

And after he walked for a little while~IndoMTL.com~ After the front field of vision widened, a garden covered with snow suddenly filled his entire field of vision.

"Oh, it's here..." He looked at the croaking back in the garden, and then shook his head, "Well, I've looked for it before, so where else can I be besides here?"

After talking to himself a few words like this, he yelled and walked forward.

"Hey! Dad—it’s time for lunch—"

"Shut up!"

As soon as the figure heard this figure, he turned his head and let out an angry roar. Just listen to that voice, but you don't need to be young at all.

"You have to eat yourself! I drink alcohol is enough--"

After all, I saw old Victor throw the garbage bag casually, and he really took out his hip flask and took several big mouthfuls.

When the middle-aged man saw that his father started pouring alcohol again, he ran over and snatched the jug, and then stuffed the bag he had been holding forward.

"Don't drink it, wait until you finish..." He was halfway through, but he turned hurriedly, "No, no, if Tix hears that I agree with you to drink, I'll be done! I said Dad, just think about my son, don’t drink anymore?"

"You can control Laozi?"

Old Victor said so, but instead of grabbing his own hip flask, he took the bag handed over by his son in his hand.

"Boy, return it to me when I finish eating, don't forget!"

He said as he walked aside with his bag, he was about to sit down on a bench not far away and fill his stomach full of alcohol, but he accidentally saw a young man walking here.

Looking at it like that, it seems to be looking for one of their father and son?

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