Chapter 942

"Are you sure it's around here?"

In the mountains behind Greenwich Park, Harry was running around with little victor in the mountains.

The two of them came here all the way from the previous church. Although they had invisibility clothes and Maka's immortal hidden potion, they were almost found by wandering monsters several times.

But fortunately, the intervention of the army and Maka's running around attracted the attention of most monsters, which made them enter the forest behind the garden.

The two people who have been searching until now don't even know that the war outside has calmed down with the help of Maka.

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

Little Victor followed Harry, who was panting after a long mountain walk. At the moment, the woods were covered with snow everywhere, and the cold air made him condense a thick white fog every time he took a breath.

"HMM... but it's almost half a day. It's possible that he has gone anywhere. So I still want to find out if there's any trace that can point out a direction for me..."

At this point, he finally couldn't help rubbing his numb hands.

"This weather... Oh! I think I'm freezing. I really hope my father is all right..."

"I hope... No, I mean, your father will be all right!" Harry shrunk his neck, and he began to miss the warm-up medicine made by Marca. "By the way, listen... Do I think there is much less gunfire outside than before?"

"Yes!" little Victor looked down at the scattered traces on the snow and said casually, "I hope those soldiers can be all right!"

For those soldiers who suddenly emerged, they were more or less vigilant at first. After all, those soldiers may not shoot Muggle citizens, but they may also regard wizards as enemies.

But the fact is that the soldiers even the wounded wizards will help, which makes both of them gradually relax.

Even when he got to this mountain forest, little Victor didn't forget to pray secretly for the soldiers.

To be honest, little Victor is not sure of his identity now - should he be a Muggle? Or should he be counted to the wizard?

But suddenly, Harry, who was trying to follow the echo, stopped temporarily. Without saying a word, he squatted down gently next to the tree at a certain moment.

He immediately reached out to remove some floating snow, revealing a trodden footprint.

"Sir, come and see if this is the grain on your father's sole?"

"This... Oh, that's right! That's it!" little Victor looked up and nodded immediately. "Great, is this the direction? Let's go and find out if there's anything else ahead --"

"No, no, if this footprint is right, we don't need more."

Harry reached out to stop little Victor, who was going forward, and put his hand holding the wand directly above the footprints.

"Trace!"

The voice dropped a little, and the two pairs of eyes stared at the wand he put in the palm of his hand at the same time. Looking at it, they slowly moved by themselves.

After it turned a few circles faster and faster in Harry's hand, it could be found that it suddenly began to reduce its rotation speed and finally stabilized in one direction.

"Oh! Magic is so magical and convenient!" little Victor said excitedly. "Can it tell us anything? For example, how far is my father from us now?"

"I can't do that," Harry shook his head reluctantly while motioning little Victor to keep up. "In fact, I'm not very good at this kind of very exquisite magic spell. Hermione is much better than me in this respect!"

"Is that Miss Granger? Well, she looks really smart. I think you all want to listen to her..."

As they spoke, they turned and walked quickly in the direction towards the tip of the wand,

Before long, when Harry, who was walking ahead, once again blocked a branch full of snow, a small forest hunter's cabin appeared in his view.

This is a humble hut made of brown and black wood.

Maybe it was because there was no canopy at that location. The snow accumulated directly was much more than the surrounding area, and at least half of the door was piled up.

Due to the natural wood color and a large area of frost and snow, it is not so easy to recognize the distance from the forest.

Seeing many footprints 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 hand, little Victor hurried across without Harry's warning.

"Dad? Dad, are you here?"

At best, the broken wooden door covered with snow can only prevent small animals from going down the mountain. Little Victor pushed the door open, and then he ducked into the small door hole.

Harry in the back saw this and hurried in with him.

"I said... Why is someone making noise outside? It's you -"

"Dad!"

As soon as little Victor entered, he immediately saw his drunken father huddled in a pile of hay, with a familiar smell of wine.

Looking at his slight trembling and weak speech, I knew that he was obviously frozen.

The cabin is really small, although it basically doesn't put too many things in it. But just a small table and a simple bed nailed with wooden boards almost filled most of the whole space.

On the other side of the small bed that can barely sleep, a fireplace can provide the least comfort and satisfaction for this broken room.

Just

When there were lots of wood and matches on the shelf, old Victor didn't light a fire to warm himself. Instead, he just huddled in the haystack and used the little wine left to keep out the cold.

"Dad, are you okay? Why..."

"Stupid boy, let you go out and open your eyes... You can't cure your stupid disease. What if I light a fire and bring those strange things?"

Old Victor kept shivering, but he didn't forget to scold his son. It seems that although he was frozen, his spirit is still good.

"The old man is right. We really had better not light a fire..."

Harry, who came in with him, agreed, but little Victor had no time to care about the ignition and heating.

He ignored Harry's words for a moment and hurriedly asked:

"Dad, that's it! Did you... Did you know about witches and magic from the beginning? And what the hell... What am I?"

"What, this, that..." his father narrowed his eyes. "You are my son. What else can you be?"

"Oh! I mean --" little Victor was about to ask, but suddenly he seemed to realize something and suddenly raised his tone, "can you say... Dad, you too... What's a wizard?"

"Why, your boy can use magic?"

The old man rolled his eyelids and looked at his son up and down, as if he were looking at him.

Harry, listening to their father and son talking, couldn't help feeling a little curious.

There seems to be a strange story hidden in the victor family's past?

"Magic?" little Victor quickly waved his hand, "no, it's impossible... I just suddenly found that I can fly on a broom! Real flight! In the air more than 100 meters and kilometers -"

"Hum, just riding a broom surprised you like this?" the old man glanced. "Why don't you help your father up? I'm still talking about this now... Hiss, do you really want to freeze your father to death here?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Little Victor, I think I'd better take the old man to a warmer place first!" Harry echoed, remembering the purpose of his trip again. "I'll take the old man to church first, and then we'll go on to find your wife and children!"

As he spoke, Harry reached out and grabbed the old man's arm. He couldn't help muttering:

"Hermione will complain when she sees it - you know, we won't start the phantom development class until after the Christmas holiday! Old man, you may feel a little uncomfortable. Just bear it!"

Before the voice fell, there was a crackle, and Harry moved directly with the phantom of 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.

A moment later, when Harry appeared in front of little Victor again, his father had been left on the other side of the church.

"Seriously, it's a wonderful magic!" little Victor stared wide when he saw Harry coming back. "Then can't we use this magic to go to my house? I think it will be much faster and safer than we walked!"

But Harry could only show a very sorry expression.

"If I've ever been to your house as a guest, it's really OK!" he shrugged. "It's a pity that we didn't know each other before... Let's go! We have invisibility vests and potions. As long as we're careful, we should have no problem!"

After Harry left the hunter's cabin, little Victor looked at Harry's back and became more and more curious about the magic world.

Although he couldn't ask anything from the drunken father just now, he has already figured it out. Once the safety of his wife and children was ensured, he had to force the old man to make it clear!

Otherwise, he always feels that his life has been in vain.