Chapter 920 No longer a Muggle

By the time little Victor finished his rampage with Kingsley's help, he'd already given up.

Yes, he found that he could fly into the sky on a broomstick. However, if you can't control the direction and speed of the flight, what else can it be if you are not joking with your life?

As for that kind little girl... Look, hasn't that Mister Wizard already gone to save her?

Little Victor, who felt that he didn't need to intervene anymore, didn't think about anything else, but just hung in midair silently, waiting for everything to end with weak legs.

However, the illusion spell that Maca cast on him lasted for a long time, but not every wizard's spell could last that long!

In fact, in order to stop him from continuing to fly, Kingsley used nothing more than an ordinary floating spell.

At that time, although little Victor didn't dare to move, he still raised his head with great effort. She looked at Kingsley's figure, watched him rise rapidly, and soon shrank into a small black spot.

And I don't know how long it has passed—in Little Victor's feeling, he seems to feel that a long time has passed. But in fact, at most, it was more than a minute after Kingsley left.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the broom under him was not stable. It is as if a nut on a chair is loose, and if you move your buttocks a little, you will feel a slight shake.

Little Victor comforted himself at first, saying that this must be a normal situation in the world of wizards. But just when he felt the shaking feeling getting bigger and bigger, he really couldn't rely on self-comfort to calm his mind.

However, Kingsley's Levitation Charm did not cause him too much confusion, because after a while he no longer had to sit there trembling with fear.

In the next second, the Levitation Charm finally completely failed, and the broom without interference immediately jumped out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Oh--

Little Victor didn't expect that he would fly a second time!

My God! God... Oh no, this is something from the wizarding world, so who can tell me what wizards believe in?

While holding on to the broom handle and holding himself still against the violent draft, he continued to howl. But now he's obviously more adaptable than before - at least he's freed up to complain, isn't he?

Wait—wait—no!

Little Victor shouted desperately. After huddled on the broom and stiffened for a while, he suddenly started to fiddle with the control method of the broom again.

Since Kingsley had only just watched him fly, now was the time to try it out as much as possible.

If he could learn and use what he saw... Naturally, he didn't expect to be able to control his flying skills, but maybe he could avoid the tragedy of throwing himself into a puddle of mud.

Acceleration? Pushing the broom handle forward is acceleration... Aw! Damn it, it's down...

Little Victor was pulling the broom under him back and forth, trying to figure out the direction, but he also let out loud and low shouts.

And because the illusion spell on him was still in effect, all he could see in the air was a broom flying freely, drawing out dazzling arcs of different sizes.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in a relatively high position at the moment, something might have happened long ago.

After a long while, little Victor finally managed to figure out how to control his flight trajectory with sweat on his face, but he suddenly found that he was getting higher and higher from the ground without knowing it. .

After all, he was still afraid of this height.

Seeing that little Victor, who had just mastered the basics of flying, was about to land quickly, but he suddenly remembered the male wizard chasing to the sky, so he subconsciously looked up again.

Oh! What's that shiny silver thing? A big cat?

The little girl is still held by the monster? She...she seems to have lost consciousness? Are you okay... Oh! It exploded!

My God! The monster ate a bazooka,

The cloak was only slightly scorched? Is that Mr. Wizard all right?

Wow! It exploded again...

Little Victor looked at the battle in the sky in surprise, worried about Fleena, but also marveled at the gorgeous and diverse spells, and sometimes secretly afraid of the monster's ugliness and strength.

You know, he was completely unable to see these magical and wonderful scenes not long ago!

Unknowingly, he leaned forward and pulled up the broomstick, moving closer to it.

Oh, what is Mr. Wizard going to do?

Just as he was still immersed in the duel between Kingsley and the monster, a palpitating green light suddenly burst out from the tip of Kingsley's wand, forming a beam of light like a high-voltage arc and going straight to the monster .

And almost at the same time, the monster managed to move sideways.

Seeing that the green light was very likely to penetrate directly under the monster's left hand, little Victor's expression changed drastically—because of the illusion spell given by Maca, he could clearly see where Frena was. of!

In an instant, little Victor didn't have time to think about anything, and purely relied on instinct to accelerate towards a higher place.

However, if Kingsley hadn't rekindled his will to never give up at the time, his Patronus could never have regained his initiative.

And if that's the case, Kingsley's lynx patron saint will not let go and push the monster back, then Frena will definitely be hit by the killing curse.

In that case, no matter how much little Victor accelerates, everything will be in vain.

But facts are facts, and the spirit that Kingsley has always held saved Freyna's life.

When the monster was hit by the green light arc and let go of the left hand that was holding Frena, little Victor also passed under it surprisingly accurately, catching the girl who was still unconscious.

At that moment, he was probably only ten feet away from the monster, but he had already forgotten what fear was.

call--

Although Little Victor, who received Frena, felt unsteady at the moment, he still held onto the broomstick, and nothing happened that he and Frena fell together.

It's a pity that Kingsley's side was far less lucky than the two of them.

All of a sudden, a gray-black flame that was no slower than the Killing Curse spit out from the monster's mouth, crossed a nearly straight gray line, and hit Kingsley's back shoulder with incomparable accuracy.

Kingsley, who mistakenly thought that the Killing Curse had at least removed the opponent's combat power, finally managed to save the hostage at the moment when he was about to save the hostage.

However, this move was extraordinarily vicious and powerful.

Ok?

Little Victor, who managed to save Frena, suddenly heard Kingsley's painful roar, and he quickly looked up again.

So, he immediately saw Kingsley who was not far above him at the moment.

...What happened in those few seconds just now?

Is that flame? Why is it gray?

what should I do?

It can be seen that although Kingsley's soul was continuously burned by the flames spewed out by the monster at this time, the pain was unimaginable to ordinary people. But he still hugged the broom firmly while crying out for pain, and did not fall from the height because of the unbearable pain.

Not far from Kingsley's side, there was a seemingly powerless monster, which seemed to have the ability to maintain a levitation that was difficult to sustain.

Little Victor didn't know what to do about it.

Fortunately, he didn't have to be in trouble for too long. After about ten minutes, another figure finally appeared from the square below.

Where's Kingsley?

It was Sirius who, along with Lupine, had been responsible for carrying out a covert patrol in London. There must be a reason for a monster like this to come out here, and there must always be a place to enter the city.

Now, although the two of them failed to find any reason and direction, they discovered a more important thing - more unidentified creatures of the same kind appeared in downtown London!

Therefore, Sirius actually came to Kingsley to deliver urgent information.

Director? He went after a bed sheet— an Auror who stayed behind in the square pointed to the sky and said.

what?

Although Sirius was very puzzled by what the Auror said, he and Kingsley had known each other for so many years, and he knew that with the other party's temperament, if he left suddenly, he must have discovered something.

Thinking about what he and Lupine discovered, he soon had some rough guesses in his mind.

Not long after, when he also rushed to the sky and found little Victor who was carrying Frena with a distressed face, Kingsley's distorted face also caught his eyes.

You are--

Before Little Victor had time to ask, Sirius flew past him and came directly to Kingsley.

Hey! What's going on—are you all right?

But now Kingsley, besides clinging to the broomstick desperately, had already put all his energy into fighting against the severe pain, so he didn't have the ability to answer Sirius.

In fact, he didn't even notice Sirius' arrival at all...even though he kept his eyes wide open.

Seeing that Kingsley didn't make any response, Sirius knew that something was wrong. He stared at the gray-black flame on the opponent's shoulder and found that he had no idea what it was.

Subconsciously, he was about to stretch out his hand to try the danger himself, but in the end he restrained this thoughtless behavior.

Who are you? What exactly happened? Tell me!

Sirius finally realized that there were two other living people beside him, so he suddenly turned around and asked the little Victor who was still at a loss.

Uh... what am I... oh, I'm a 'Muggle'.

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