Chapter 606

With Maka's caution, it is natural to check the street and residential area where Fisher's house is located. So he was sure that there was no wizard left in this community. It was a pure Muggle community.

Of course, people have their own legs. It's not worth making a fuss that wizards come here occasionally for some reason.

But now this family is living with a small guest with a very special identity and background!

Whatever the reason, Maka doesn't want to be found abnormal by some interested people. This may be because of his senseless pity for an innocent child, or because the child's biological father will appear again sooner or later... Whether the former or the latter, he has reason to take responsibility to protect little Delphi from unnecessary harm.

But it turned out that this time he was worried for nothing.

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"Oh! Dad, what happened just now?"

Just next door to Fisher's house, a Muggle woman was looking around in surprise and full of doubts. Yes, just at that moment, she felt as if she had suddenly been thrown into a cold lake, and the voice of the whole world disappeared in an instant.

"I don't know..."

The man beside her also looked surprised and frowned tightly, but his expression was much calmer than his wife. I saw him carefully close to the door and window, as if listening to the voice outside.

There is always some noisy environment sound in this street community on weekdays, or the engine of the car passing by, or the children are playing. Even at night, there are often insects and birds, which is not quiet for a moment.

But this is life. It's better to be quiet than dead every day, isn't it?

For example, just now, the silence at that moment was really frightening. Although it didn't last long, it was enough to make an ordinary Muggle couple sweat - the silence was too unusual.

But just then, a rapid and violent impact suddenly sounded from upstairs. It was like the sound of countless hands knocking on the floor, which made the Muggle woman strong again and startled her.

"Isn't this little rabbit honest?"

When the man heard it, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face. Without saying a word, he turned abruptly and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Son, his father, just remember to talk, but don't do it again!" the woman quickly advised, but only got a cold hum from her man.

"If you don't let his memory rise, you won't turn the sky next time?"

The man angrily went straight upstairs. After a while, there was a knock on the door on the second floor, followed by the man's roar.

"Little rabbit! It hasn't been repaired enough just now, has it? What's making trouble again!"

After a few angry reprimands, the child's painful voice rang immediately, and there were faint footsteps between the two men.

The child's mother listened downstairs and tried to rush up several times to beg her husband not to hit the child again. But this time, his son's trouble was too big - the child not only broke a little fat man's leg, but also provoked other parents to almost call the police.

She knew that even if her husband did have a bad temper, beating the child would indeed have a bad impact on the child, but she shouldn't stop it this time.

However, it was a moment when her face was distressed and her eyes were full of tears that suddenly there was a heavy crash upstairs. The next second, she was stunned to see that her man fell down the stairs and hit the floor with a bang.

"Oh -- what's the matter with you, father --" "don't come here!"

But the man suddenly stopped drinking his wife and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. He looked up at the upstairs with bright eyes, and his expression was full of seriousness.

"... so it is." he held the handle of the stairs with one hand and his waist with the other hand. A trace of pain flashed across his face. "Little rabbit... Wait downstairs. Don't come up."

Then the man stumbled up the stairs again.

In front of the stairs on the second floor is a horizontal corridor. On the right is two bedrooms, and on the left is a utility room and a small bathroom.

The child's small bedroom is at the end of the right side of the corridor. At the moment, the door of the bedroom is half closed. From the crack of the door, you can see that it is dark. You can't see what the room is like.

"Little bunny, I know how you broke little James's leg... Hum, do you think it's not your fault? I tell you, whether it was an accident or not, you know it!"

The man leaned against the wall by the door and said coldly, but there was no child's response in the room. Obviously, the smelly boy didn't want to admit his mistake - he was as stubborn as himself.

"Little boy, I'm coming in -" the man gnashed his teeth and said, "I warn you, if you dare to use that power against your father and me again, it won't be as simple as having no food!"

After that, his hand hesitated a little, soon shook his head and gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Fortunately, his threat seemed to have some effect. At least this time, he was not directly floated from the ground as before, and then directly lifted the handrail of the corridor to go downstairs.

"Little bunny --" don't call me little bunny! You named me! "

A slightly childish voice sounded from the dark bedroom, and the voice was also full of anger. Although I can't see the child's appearance, I can tell by listening to his voice that he should not be old.

"Hum, OK?" the man said coldly, "RNs, open the curtains!"

"I hate sunshine," the child's voice was equally cold without a trace of kindness. "The switch of the chandelier is right in your hand. Why don't you turn it on yourself?"

"Little rabbit, the skin is itchy again, isn't it? With your attitude, you still want me to call you by your name? Do you deserve the name I gave you?"

The man scolded angrily, pinched his fist and hit the wall around him. As the bedroom flickered a few times, the small chandelier placed on the ceiling finally issued a dazzling light to illuminate the whole room.

It can be seen that the chaos caused by the pursuit and escape of father and son is still left in the room.

Half of the quilt was already drooping on the carpet, wrinkled and messy; The pillow was thrown on a small desk, on which books and stationery were scattered everywhere; The worst was the wardrobe standing against the wall. Even the door was crooked and hung obliquely on one side. Many of the clothes inside slipped outside the cabinet door.

On the crumpled bed, a little boy who was completely out of touch with his strength was embracing his knees, shrinking his neck and leaning against the headboard. His eyes looking directly at his father were full of stubbornness.

The child looks about ten years old. His short black soft hair can just cover his ears. His hair is tangled and looks messy.

"Why, dare you stare at your father?" the man glanced at him. "Do you think you've found what's great about yourself? Hum... Dare you break other people's legs? Hurry up and tell your father what should be explained!"

The boy heard the speech, but he didn't argue, but he didn't seem to want to explain what he had done. He just stared at his father with his tender and cold eyes and said nothing.

"Don't want to say?"

Seeing that his son was almost indifferent to his words, the man immediately became angry again. He was about to walk to the bedside with his right hand clenched.

"You little bastard, you just don't clean up!"

He was about to raise his fist, but he didn't expect that his son dared to fight him. The next moment, the slender and weak arm had stretched out before him and pushed gently towards the man.

Originally, the boy's palm was determined to only push into the air, but the fact was that his father was directly hit by an invisible force in front of his chest. The force was so strong that he flew backward again and hit the wall of the room heavily.

"You -- cough --" the man slipped off the wall and fell to the floor. After struggling for a while, he barely propped up his body and coughed with some pain. "Little rabbit, who do you think gave you these skills? Cough... Damn it!"

He said this in a low voice, obviously complaining about himself. But now the room was very quiet. Although his voice was light, it was enough for the boy sitting on the bed to hear it.

"What do you mean by 'who do you think gave it to you'...?" the child finally spoke again in a small but clear voice.

The man raised his head in the corner and didn't show any surprised expression about his son's abnormal ability. Yes, from before on, he was full of anger and showed different receptivity from ordinary Muggles. As like as two peas at his eyes, he stared at his son coldly, just as the child had done.

It can be seen from here that the character of the black haired boy is completely inherited from his grumpy father.

After a while, the man who looked at his son again from beginning to end stood up on the wall. There was still anger in his eyes, but more was the depth mixed with some kind of memory and meditation.

"After a while, you'll understand without me." he said angrily. "In short, don't use it indiscriminately because you think you have a little different power, otherwise I can't save you - besides, do you think you can really control it completely?"

Hearing what his father said, the boy immediately flattened his mouth and stopped talking.