Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 951: Waving a small wooden stick

"Boom!"

The moment everyone ran out of the room, the door was closed again.

Little Victor looked at the closed door, then looked down at the small wooden stick in his hand. After a little dazed, he threw it to the floor like an electric shock.

"This...what is this?"

"What is it? You are stupid!"

The old man had already sat back on his wooden crate, squinting at his bewildered son, and shook his head as if speechlessly for a long time.

"Why did I give birth to you such an idiot..."

Little Victor didn't get angry at all when he heard it—he had been used to the old man's stinky mouth since he was a child.

Now what he cares most is not whether he is stupid or not, but what he should do next.

"Dad, if you are not stupid, then help me think of a solution?"

On the other side, old Victor casually looked at the mess in the ward, but waved his hand nonchalantly. To be honest, a Muggle like him who can become unsurprising in the magic world like this, even if there is that, it must be pitiful.

In this regard, even his son felt that his father looked very suspicious.

However, Old Victor hadn't explained anything.

"There is no need for a'solution' at all," the old man said casually, "Wait! Just wait for that McLean to come and you will be fine... So, stupid people are still stupid. ."

As the old man said, there are many obvious misunderstandings here. The reason why it has become like this is that the wounded in the ward are scaring themselves.

As for this kind of misunderstanding, let alone in the magic world, even in the Muggle world, it is actually easy to solve.

Adding to the fact that Victor is kind and peaceful, it gives a good impression. As long as the misunderstanding is resolved, there will probably be nothing.

Unfortunately, the premise is that the misunderstanding can really be resolved smoothly!

"Titicaca...Titicaca..."

Suddenly, a faint sound like the gas returning from a water pipe rang out in the room without warning, causing Victor and his son to look around at the same time.

It didn't take long before their eyes fell on a corner of the wall.

It's the hapless ghost! The bandage man who was forced to "fly" twice!

Little Victor doesn't know how a person can make such a strange sound. He only knows that he has got goose bumps on his body right now.

"Pick up the wand."

Suddenly, a sentence from my father suddenly broke the thrilling atmosphere of "clicks", but this sentence suddenly stunned Victor's **** for several seconds.

"Wand?"

"Yes, that's the stick you threw on the ground just now."

To be honest, Old Victor's explanation didn't make much sense to him, because he actually knew what the little stick was called among wizards.

And what makes him deeply puzzled is actually, why his drunk father can say the word "magic wand" so naturally?

"Dad, you really--"

"Shut up! Let you pick it up quickly! Unless you want us father and son to die here!"

I have to say that the old man’s words are indeed very persuasive, especially after experiencing the huge disaster before.

Little Victor didn’t hesitate anymore. He quickly picked up the wand that he had just thrown back in his hand, and then pointed it at the bandaged man in the corner of the wall, just like some pictures he saw in his memory. man.

But... and then? What should he do next?

He held the wand nervously with both hands, watching the bandage man still motionless, but his ears were full of "clicks". After little Victor was deadlocked for a while, he couldn't help but cast a questioning look at his father.

"Don't look at me, what do you want to do."

The unreliable old man actually shrank behind the wooden crate quietly!

"Dad, what do you make me think!" Little Victor couldn't help but wailed, "Those wizards cast magic spells, don't they? I don't understand spells or anything, so how can I use this stuff!" I don’t know how I did it just now..."

"Then I don't know much!" Old Victor said loudly behind the box.

As the two were talking, the intermittent "click" suddenly became louder, causing little Victor to hurriedly turn around and look again.

Fortunately, he was shocked when he saw it.

I saw the bandage man leaning over the corner trembling somehow. It looked as if his muscles were involuntarily spasm, and it looked terrifying.

Little Victor couldn't help taking a small step back, his expression obviously becoming more tense.

"Dad, your son begs you, don't sell it anymore... If there is anything that can come in handy, please tell me quickly! You are my father!"

Last time I begged this unreliable drunkard father, or when did he come?

Well, I can’t remember what happened so long ago... Probably when I was a child, when I asked my father for money to buy that favorite toy car, right?

That’s right, even the big thing about preparing to marry a girlfriend was his own decision, didn’t he? Asking daddy like this will only do it when you don't have the financial means.

But...

"It's useless for your kid to beg Laozi," Old Victor curled his lips and said, "Yes, I can tell you that your mother is indeed a witch...but she is a witch, I am not!"

"I guessed it? Is that really the case?" Little Victor suddenly asked in surprise, "So...as long as one of the parents is a wizard, the offspring may also be magical..."

As he was talking, suddenly he was taken aback.

"Ah! Are you sweeping the floor in Greenwich Park all these years because of your mother?" He hurriedly asked, "What the **** happened? Where did my mother go?"

"Shut up!" Old Victor interrupted loudly, "Also, I want to ask about these inconsequential things. Why don't you try a few wands first! Stupid!"

"You didn't give birth to yourself yet!"

Little Victor couldn't hold back a word, and then shook the wand in his hand at the old man's cursing voice, trying to make it work as before.

But no matter how he swipes, this time he didn't even change at all. He was like an ordinary person holding a branch and gesturing blindly, even if he tried so hard to make a whistling sound that broke through the air, it still didn't work.

Unconsciously, little Victor felt as if he had returned to his childhood, holding a small wooden stick all over the street, imagining himself as a knight who saved the princess...

No, he was so ashamed to die just to remember.

"Dad! I said, this seems completely useless..."

While waving his magic wand, little Victor looked at the bandaged man again-he didn't find out after trying hard just now, that guy actually started to get up from the ground!

"Wait! Hey! Just lie down, don't get up... You see how tired you are from climbing! Your hands and feet are not free! It's still early, so you can rest a little longer!"

Seeing that guy got up, little Victor became nervous again, and finally started talking about tuberculosis subconsciously. It's a pity that the other party obviously didn't know what he said, and still stood up tremblingly.

As the bandage man climbed up, his body swelled as if visible to the naked eye, protruding from the left to the right, and in a blink of an eye, it was more than a circle larger than before.

When Victor saw this, he stepped back a little bit more quickly, and waved the wand in his hand again and again in a hurry.

"Don't! Don't come here! What, do you want a spell... spell... Chi, Zhima open the door? No, right, this thing can only be used to open the door... Then...ha, what's the matter? Kunamata!"

The so-called "seek medical treatment in a hurry", about this is how little Victor is now! But these weren't spells at all, and wherever they would have an effect, nothing happened at all under his chaos.

Just as he was about to give up with a distressed expression on his face, the bandage man had already become a behemoth twice his height. After a while, the big man rushed towards him with his legs open.

Every step of the big guy can make people feel the vibration of the ground~IndoMTL.com~Although he still swayed like he would fall at any time when he ran, he was so trembling that he didn't fall even once.

Little Victor was forced to retreat one after another, but the warehouse was so big in total, and soon he found that there were only solid walls behind him.

"Boom!"

When he saw a big fist thrown towards him, he hurried to the ground again. Not to mention, this trick is actually quite good, and it helped him escape again.

Feeling the pain of his **** being hit by the flying stone chips, he hurriedly raised his head and glanced, and then crawled under the opponent's crotch with his hands and feet.

"Boom!"

Just the second after he left there, the big man clenched his hands and slammed to the ground, and his astonishing strength also smashed the hardened ground into a big hole.

Immediately afterwards, the other party seemed to finally find that little Victor was missing, and looked around indiscriminately.

And almost at this moment--

"Hey!"

The door was finally opened from the outside again.

"Sirius, that's..." Harry's voice came from the door again, "Uh...what...what's going on?"

"I don't know either!"

Little Victor answered habitually, but was first heard by the big man.

"Roar--"

A violent roar resounded throughout the room, even from the open door, and even the patients on the three floors could hear it clearly.

"Run forward!"

When Sirius saw this, he rushed into the door first, and the magic wand in his hand quickly reached out.

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