Chapter 941 What the hell am I?

Are you sure you're around here?

In the mountains behind Greenwich Park, Harry was running around in the forest with Little Victor.

The two of them came here all the way from the previous church. Although they had the invisibility cloak and Maca's Immortal Invisibility Potion, they were almost discovered by wandering monsters several times.

Fortunately, the intervention of the army and Maca's running around attracted the attention of most of the monsters, which allowed them to enter the woods behind the garden without any danger.

And the two who have been searching until now don't even know that the fighting situation outside has calmed down with Maca's help.

Yes, at least my father was here when we left.

Little Victor followed behind Harry, he was a little out of breath after walking on the long mountain road. At this moment, the woods were covered with snow everywhere, and the icy air made every time he exhaled a thick white mist condense.

Hmm... But it's been almost half a day, and it's possible that he went anywhere. So, I still want to look for any traces that can point me in a direction...

Having said that, he finally couldn't help rubbing his numb hands.

This weather... oh! I feel like I'm freezing, I hope father is okay...

I hope... ah no, I mean, your father will be fine! Harry shrank his neck accordingly, he had already begun to miss the warming potion made by Maca, Yes Now, listen... I think the gunshots outside are much less than before?

Yes! Little Victor looked down at the sporadic traces on the snow, and casually said, I hope those soldiers are okay too!

For those soldiers who appeared suddenly, they were somewhat wary at first. After all, those soldiers might not shoot at Muggle citizens, but they might not even consider wizards as enemies.

But the fact is that those soldiers would even help the injured wizard, which gradually made both of them feel relieved.

Even after arriving in this mountain forest, little Victor still did not forget to pray secretly for those soldiers.

To be honest, little Victor wasn't quite sure of his identity now - was he supposed to be a Muggle? Or should he be reckoned with the wizard?

But suddenly, Harry, who was about to agree with him, temporarily stopped in his tracks. Without saying a word, he squatted down gently beside the tree at a certain moment.

He immediately stretched out his hand to push away some floating snow, revealing a trampled footprint.

Sir, come and see if this is the pattern on the sole of your father's shoe?

This... oh, that's right! This is it! Little Victor leaned over to take a look, nodded immediately and said, Great, it's in this direction, right? Let's go and find out if there's anything else—

No, no, if it is confirmed that this footprint is correct, we don't need more.

Harry reached out his hand to stop little Victor who was about to go forward, and at the same time put the hand holding the wand directly above the footprints.

Looking for traces!

The voice fell slightly, and the two pairs of eyes stared at the wand on his palm at the same time, watching it slowly move by itself.

After it spun a few times in Harry's hand at an increasing speed, it was found that it suddenly started to slow down its turning speed, and finally stabilized in one direction.

Oh! Magic is so amazing and convenient! Little Victor said excitedly, Can it tell us anything else? For example, how far is my father from us now?

Then I can't do it. Harry shook his head helplessly while motioning little Victor to follow, Actually, I'm not very good at this kind of very delicate spells. On the other hand, Hermione is much better than me!

Is that Miss Granger? Well, she does look very smart, I think you all seem willing to listen to her...

While talking, the two turned around and walked quickly in the direction where the tip of the wand was pointing.

Not long after, when Harry, who was walking in front, blocked a branch covered with snow again, a small forest hunter's cabin suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

This is a simple hut built with brown-black wood.

Perhaps it was because there was no tree canopy to cover that location, and the snow accumulated directly was much more than the surrounding area, and even the door was at least half covered.

And because of the natural wood color and the large area covered by frost and snow, it is really not so easy to recognize it from a distance in this forest.

Seeing that there were many footprints that had been covered with a thin layer of snow in front of the hunting house, Harry knew that the person they were looking for should be here.

On the other side, little Victor didn't even need Harry's reminder, and hurriedly strode over with both legs.

Dad? Dad, are you here?

The broken wooden door covered with snow slag could only prevent the small animals in the mountain at best. The little Victor pushed the door open, and then walked in through the small hole with a low body.

Seeing this, Harry in the back hastily followed him and went inside.

I said... why is there someone making a noise outside? It turns out that it's you——

dad!

As soon as little Victor entered, he immediately saw his drunk father curled up in a pile of hay, exuding a familiar smell of alcohol.

Seeing him trembling slightly and speaking weakly, one could tell that he was obviously frozen.

To say that this hut is really small, although there are basically not too many things in it. But just a small table and a simple bed nailed up with wooden boards almost filled most of the entire space.

On the other side of the cramped little bed that could barely sleep, a fireplace could provide the minimum comfort and satisfaction for this dilapidated room.

only……

With logs piled up next to him and matches on the shelves, old Victor didn't light a fire to keep himself warm, but just huddled in the haystack and relied on the little bit of wine left to keep out the cold .

Dad, are you okay? Why...

Stupid boy, I let you go out to open your eyes...it won't cure your stupid disease. If I light a fire, what should I do if I attract those strange things?

Old Victor kept trembling, but he still didn't forget to discipline his son. It seemed that although he was severely frozen, he was still in good spirits.

The old gentleman is right, we really had better not light the fire...

Harry, who followed along, agreed, but little Victor had no time to care about lighting the fire for warmth.

He only heard that he temporarily ignored Harry's words, and hurriedly asked:

Dad, this is it! You...you know wizards and magic from the beginning? And, what the hell am I?

What this and that... His father narrowed his eyes and said, You are my son, other than that, what else can you be?

Oh! I mean— Little Victor was about to ask to clarify, but suddenly, as if realizing something, he suddenly raised his voice, Could it be that... Dad, you are also like that ...is a 'wizard'?

Why, you kid can use magic?

The old man rolled his eyelids and looked his son up and down, as if examining him.

Harry, who was on the side, couldn't help but feel a little curious when he heard the father and son talking.

There seems to be a bizarre story hidden in the past of Victor's family?

Magic? Little Victor quickly waved his hands and said, No, how is it possible... I just suddenly discovered that I can actually fly on a broom! Real flight! In the air above a hundred meters and a thousand meters——

Hmph, just riding a broom surprised you like this? The old man curled his lips and said, Why don't you help me up? You're still talking about this... Hey, I really want to freeze you to death here ?

Oh, that's right! Little Mr. Victor, I think it's better to take the old man to a warmer place first! Harry then recalled the purpose of his trip, and hurriedly echoed, I'll take the old man to a warmer place first! Take the old gentleman to church, and then we'll go on to your wife and children!

Just as he was talking, Harry reached out and grabbed the old man's arm, and couldn't help muttering:

Hermione will definitely complain when she sees it-you know, we won't start Apparation classes until after the Christmas holiday! Old sir, it may be a little uncomfortable, just bear with it!

Before the words were finished, there was only a crackling sound, and Harry directly disapparated with old Victor.

After Sirius taught him this spell, he was basically very restrained, that is, he would use it when the Ministry of Magic had no time to pay attention like today.

Moments later, when Harry reappeared in front of little Victor, his father had been left behind in the church.

Seriously, this is really a wonderful magic! Seeing Harry's return, little Victor immediately widened his eyes and said, Then, can't we use this magic to go to my house? I think it will be faster than we go. It used to be much faster and much safer!

But Harry could only show a very regretful expression about this.

If I've ever been a guest at your house, it will work! He shrugged, Unfortunately, we didn't know each other before... let's go! We have an invisibility cloak and a potion, just be careful, It should be fine!

Following Harry out of the hunter's cabin, Little Victor looked at Harry's back and couldn't help but become more and more curious about the wizarding world.

Although he couldn't get anything out of the drunken old man's mouth just now, he has already made up his mind. Once he ensured the safety of his wife and children, he had to force the old man to make it clear!

Otherwise, he always felt that his life was in vain.

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