Chapter 951

boom!

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

Little Victor looked at the closed door, and then looked down at the small wooden stick in his hand. After a little dazed, he threw it on the floor as if he had been electrocuted.

This... what is this?

What is it? You are stupid!

The father had already sat back on his wooden crate, squinted at his bewildered son, and shook his head speechlessly after a long time.

How did I give birth to such a fool as you...

Little Victor was not angry at all when he heard this - he had been used to the old man's stinky mouth since he was a child.

What he cares most about now is not whether he is stupid or not, but what to do next.

Dad, if you're not stupid, then help me think of a solution?

On the other end, Old Victor casually glanced at the mess in the ward, but waved his hands nonchalantly. Seriously, there must be very few, if any, Muggles like him who can be so unassuming in the wizarding world.

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

However, old Victor never explained anything.

There's no need for a 'solution' at all, the old man said casually. Just wait! As long as that McLean comes over, you'll be fine...So, stupid people still have stupid luck.

As the old man said, there are many obvious misunderstandings here. The reason why it became like this is entirely because the patients in the ward are scaring themselves.

And this kind of misunderstanding is actually easy to solve even in the Muggle world, not to mention the wizarding world.

Coupled with the fact that little Victor has a kind and peaceful personality, the impression he gives people is already good. As long as the misunderstanding is resolved, most of the time nothing will happen.

It's a pity that the premise is that the misunderstanding can be resolved smoothly!

Crack-crack...crack-crack...

Suddenly, a slight sound like the return of air 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 for their eyes to fall on a certain corner of the wall.

It's that hapless ghost! The bandaged man who was forced to fly twice!

Little Victor didn't know how a person could make such a weird sound, he only knew that goosebumps were already forming on his body right now.

Pick up the wand.

Suddenly, a sentence from his father suddenly broke the horrifying atmosphere with only the sound of cracking, but this sentence immediately stunned little Victor for several seconds.

Wand?

Yes, it'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.

What puzzled him deeply was why his drunken father could say the word magic wand so naturally?

Dad, you really—

Shut up! Let you pick it up quickly! Unless you want us both to die here!

I have to say that the old man's words are indeed very convincing, especially after experiencing the previous huge disaster.

Little Victor didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly picked up the wand that he had just thrown away not long ago, and then used it to point at the bandaged man in the corner of the wall like some pictures he saw in his memory.

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

Holding the wand nervously with both hands, he watched the man in the bandage remain motionless, but his ears were filled with chaotic sounds. After being stalemate for a while, little Victor couldn't help turning his head and cast a questioning look at his father.

Don't look at me, do whatever you want.

That unreliable old man,

Actually shrunk back quietly to the back of the wooden crate!

Dad, what do you make me think! Little Victor couldn't help wailing, Those wizards need to chant spells to cast magic, right? I don't know anything about spells, how can I use this stuff! That was just now How I did it, I don't even know...

Then I don't know even more! Old Victor shouted from behind the box.

But when the two were talking, the intermittent click sound suddenly became a little louder, causing little Victor to turn around in a hurry and look again.

Fortunately, seeing this, he was immediately taken aback.

I saw the man in bandage lying crooked in the corner trembling all over for no reason, as if all the muscles in his whole body were spasming involuntarily, it looked terribly terrifying.

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

Father, please, your son, don't be so secretive... If there is anything that can be useful, tell me quickly! You are my dear father!

When was the last time I begged this unreliable alcoholic dad?

Well, I can't remember such a long time ago... Probably when I was a child, I asked my father for money to buy that favorite toy car?

That's right, even the major event of marrying his girlfriend back then was decided by himself, didn't he? Asking Dad like this is only done when he has no financial means.

But……

It's useless even if you beg me, boy, said old Victor, curling his lips. Yes, I can tell you that your mother is indeed a witch...but she is a witch, and I am not!

I guessed it right? Is it true? Little Victor was suddenly surprised, So... as long as one of the parents is a wizard, the offspring may also be able to use magic...

As he was talking, he suddenly froze again.

Ah! Have you been sweeping Greenwich Park all these years because of your mother? he asked hastily. What happened? Where did my mother go?

Shut up! Old Victor interrupted loudly, If you still want to ask these irrelevant things, why not try to wave your wand a few times first! You idiot!

It wasn't born by you!

Little Victor couldn't hold back his words, and then shook the wand in his hand back and forth under his father's cursing voice, trying to make it work as before.

But no matter how he swung it, there was not even the slightest change this time. He was like an ordinary person making wild gestures with a branch, even though he swung it so hard that he made a whistling sound through the air, it still had no effect.

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

No, just thinking about it makes him want to die with shame.

Dad! I said, it doesn't seem to work at all...

While waving his wand, Little Victor looked at the man in bandages again - he didn't realize even after trying all he could, that guy actually started to get up from the ground!

Wait! Hey! You can just lie down, don't get up... Look at how tired you are from climbing! Your hands and feet are not smooth! It's still early, you can rest for a while before talking!

Seeing that guy get up, Little Victor became nervous again, and finally subconsciously chattered again. It's a pity that the other party obviously didn't realize what he said, and still stood up tremblingly.

And at the same time that the man in bandages was climbing up, his body also swelled as it was visible to the naked eye, protruding left and right, and in a blink of an eye, it was more than a circle bigger than before.

Seeing this, little Victor hurriedly stepped back a little more, and waved his wand anxiously.

Don't! Don't come here! Then what, do you need a spell...Spell...Zhi, Zhima to open the door? No, this thing can only be used to open the door...Then...ha, what is it? Hakunama Tata!

The so-called seeking medical treatment in a hurry is probably the current state of little Victor! But these are not spells at all, and there is no way they will have any effect. Nothing happened at all when he swung them indiscriminately.

Just as he was about to give up with a face full of distress, the man in the bandage had already turned into a huge monster twice his height, and not long after, the big man opened his legs and rushed towards him.

The big guy can feel the vibration of the ground with every step. Although he still wobbled as if he was about to 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 only that big, and soon he found that there was only a solid wall left behind.

Boom!

Seeing the opponent throwing a huge fist towards him, he hurriedly lay down on the ground again. Not to mention, this trick is actually very easy to use, and it actually helped him escape again.

Feeling his ass being hurt by the flying stone chips, he glanced up in a hurry, and then crawled under the opponent's crotch with hands and feet.

boom!

The second he left there, the big man clenched his hands and slammed down on the ground. With amazing force, he also smashed a large hole in the reinforced hard ground.

Immediately afterwards, the other party seemed to finally realize that Little Victor was missing, and started looking for it in all directions.

And about this time—

Bang!

Finally, the door was opened again from the outside.

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

I do not know either!

Little Victor replied habitually, but unexpectedly, the big man heard him first.

Roar--

A violent roar resounded throughout the room, even through the opened door, and even the patients on the third floor could hear it clearly.

Run forward!

Seeing this, Sirius rushed into the door first, and even more quickly poked out the wand in his hand.

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