Chapter 917

Little Victor is no longer "young", nearly forty years old, plus a virtuous but nagging wife, and a man and a woman with two children.

Of course, there was an old drunk father who lived alone not far from their house.

Yes, living alone.

Seriously, he has long considered taking his father back to live with his family for three generations, which at least makes it convenient to take care of him. But his wife had no opinion, but his father refused to move.

Therefore, he can only let the old man live in the old house alone, and the couple take turns to look after it.

As for little Victor's mother... Well, he hasn't seen his mother since he was sensible. In his impression, his father has always brought him up by herding sheep.

Therefore, although the so-called "mother" must have existed, little Victor never knew who it was and what it looked like.

His father, old Victor, basically never mentioned his wife, and there was not even half a picture at home, as if the woman who gave birth to him in October didn't exist at all.

Yes, it's like why the drunken father runs to Greenwich Park every day. It's an inexplicable unknown.

Sometimes little Victor even wondered if he had been picked up by dad from that corner!

Because he had no mother since childhood, little Victor was often teased by other informed peers. As we all know, rumors like this are the easiest to spread - as long as someone finds out, it will be known to everyone within three days.

For this reason, his childhood really suffered.

But to tell the truth, little Victor had no resentment against his father who didn't care and his mother who didn't know who it was. After all, he is an optimistic and cheerful person. He has been like this since childhood. He can talk to anyone he meets.

Therefore, he had no dissatisfaction with his life. Even if the work is hard, the children are naughty, the father is unreliable and the wife is broken, he can enjoy it.

People like him will not consider too strange things.

Therefore, little Victor today thought that the previous "Wizard", "magic", "monster" and other things could be called the biggest adventure of his life.

However, he did not expect that the development of things was far from so!

"... what's going on?"

Little Victor raised his neck and stared into the air. The monster grabbed the little girl who had explained many "special terms in the magic world" for himself and was continuing to rush high into the air.

But when he was anxious about it, but knew he could do nothing, there was a flower in front of him.

Then, the monster, which was only a translucent gray outline in his eyes, gradually became clear.

Since little Victor had previously accepted the "temporary make-up classes" of Marca and freina, he has now understood one thing - in the eyes of "Muggles" like him, many things related to magic are "invisible" or even "completely invisible".

For example, he couldn't see the magic used by the group of people downstairs just now, so he had to watch the monster dance in the middle of the square.

For example, if it was a monster, he could only see the outline like an imaginary shadow, and it moved like the shaking image in a broken black-and-white TV.

But at this moment, he gradually became able to see! What does this... Mean?

As the figure in the air gradually became clear, the gray transition to black, and the virtual shadow quickly solidified. A few seconds later, he saw a monster in a black cloak and hood with two blood red lights.

Even at this moment, the monster has already flown to high altitude, far enough away from him. But his hair bristled at the thought that the guy who was more frightening than the evil ghost in the film had just passed over his head.

When he was full of amazement, little Victor staggered back two steps again.

"Clatter -"

A light noise broke the silence on the roof, and from the sudden sound and the touch from his heels, he realized that he seemed to have touched something.

In a hurry, he glanced back - it was the broom on which the kind little girl flew not long ago.

Little Victor subconsciously looked up again. The little girl was still carried in the air by the monster, like a mindless rag doll.

Then he turned back silently and glanced at the broom again.

"Now that I can see the monster clearly, can I use this flying broom?"

To be honest, in the past rumors, novels and TV dramas, those witches and the like flew all over the sky on such a broom.

So little Victor is not unfamiliar with the fact that brooms can fly.

It's just... It's flying! The plane has an engine and wings, so it can fly... But what's on the broom? Do you expect those broken branches tied to wooden poles to provide power?

Puzzled and questioned, the action on his hand did not hesitate for a long time.

Because he knew that now he would either run down the fourth or fifth stairs to find those "Wizards" to explain the situation, or he would try to step on the broom to see if he could fly!

But little Victor bent down, copied the broom in his hand, and then turned upside down and stuffed it between his legs.

"Hey!"

Bend your knees a little, then jump up again, and then be ruthlessly pulled back to the ground by the gravity of the earth.

Well, his broom flying career is over. The height of about 5 inches (about 13 cm) is the best record of his life.

Alas! If so, it's better not to waste this time from the beginning! The delay of nearly ten seconds was enough for him to open the door and go downstairs!

What's more, didn't the young gentleman say that earlier? That monster can easily take people's lives. Even if he can fly, isn't it also the result of death?

On this thought, little Victor would throw away his broom - he'd better run down and ask for help!

"Hey!"

"Get up!"

Maybe he didn't give up, or maybe he thought it was too late to go on. He suddenly grabbed the handle of the broom he was trying to leave off, and jumped up again and again.

To tell you the truth, it's really embarrassing for a suit uncle in his late 40s to hop around with a broom!

The first time he jumped, he didn't even jump as high as the previous one. These more than 30 years brought him not only fat, but also the accumulated fatigue of work and life.

But it was the second jump. When he shouted "get up", he only felt a layer of support like an air cushion under his ass, and then he suddenly rose up into the air.

"Ah!"

Little Victor quickly leaned down, clutching the handle of the broom with both hands, and shakily managed to maintain his balance on the broom.

"Oh, flying?"

He looked at the roof farther and farther away from himself, confused with a little fear, but there was another surprise in the fear.

But soon, his few surprises disappeared

"How to control this thing!"

The broom was still rising high, and it didn't stop for a moment, but that's it. Little Victor, who didn't know how to move forward and backward, even didn't know how to stop the broom from rising, was silly for a moment.

"Forward!" he shouted, clutching the broom hard.

Unfortunately, the broom has no voice control. The previous sentence "get up" is purely a starting program derived from the spiritual will.

In fact, if little Victor hadn't dared to move at all, he would have fled all over the sky because of the movement of the broomstick handle. It's lucky enough to continue rising steadily like this!

You know, not everyone can get close to it like Harry. Even Maka, after learning about the specific operation in the book, can quickly become familiar with the way to control the flying broom in the first class.

But at the next moment... I have to say, little Victor's luck seems to have run out.

Suddenly, he was frightened to find that there seemed to be several pigeons flying towards this side on his left side. He was afraid that they would hit it soon.

Of course he was not worried that the pigeon would hit him. After all, people could fly much better than him. He was just worried about whether he would panic because something passed by quickly.

If you fall from this height

Little Victor glanced down and his feet were soft - so high, even if he fell on the roof just now, he would be dead. If he tilted a little more, he would have to let his brain kiss the sidewalk.

"No, you can't."

At the thought that he would never escape death if he fell at his own height, wouldn't the little girl far higher be more dangerous?

Not to mention, she is still in the hands of such a terrible monster.

Little Victor was unhappy, and the remaining muscles under his fat tightened again, but let his hand holding the broom handle lift up a little half an inch.

For a moment, he was surprised to find that the broom suddenly accelerated with him and obliquely disappeared higher.

He stared at the boss, the wind blew his hair disorderly, and the hat on his head had long been sent to the unknown distance.

He's flying! Really fly!

Although he doesn't know how to fly and what to do next, the key is that he really flies!

"... is this a 'left turn'?"

"Ah --"

Little Victor suddenly found that he might hit the building.