Chapter 951

"Bang!"

"Bang -"

The bandaged patient was thrown into the air by an invisible force, and then fell back to the original bedding after a close contact with the ceiling.

Little Victor half held up the "little stick" in his hand and was stunned by what happened just now - what happened just now?

In his eyes, it was almost a flower in front of him. He didn't realize what amazing changes he seemed to have caused until the guy fell back on the floor again.

"What are you doing! Come on..."

"Murder! The black wizard has sneaked into St. Mungo! Help -"

To be honest, as a Muggle, old Victor's reaction was fast. But even so, he still didn't have time to finish speaking, and was suddenly interrupted by the cries of other patients.

The panic caused by that scream spread rapidly in the room.

Old Victor, finding it impossible to cover more and more riots with his words, simply stopped making a pit sound and stuffed all the rest of the bread into his mouth with a bored face.

However, although old Victor obviously felt that these people in the room were making too much fuss, he really couldn't blame them.

The previous disaster in which people were in danger had just stopped a little, and everyone was still immersed in the aftertaste of fear. If something unusual happened like this, it became like a frightened bird, which must be said to be human nature.

What's more, who would have expected that there would be injured patients in this ward, and suddenly... They flew into the air like that?

All the people who witnessed the "bandage brother" hitting the ceiling, I'm afraid none of them didn't feel pain all over!

However, even when the ward whose door could not be opened from the inside was gradually in a mess, the current situation of panic inevitably affected some distracted little victor.

In fact, at first, he just wanted to borrow the wand in the bandage man's arms to try, and he was ready to wave it without anything happening.

But no matter what he did not expect, he took out the little stick and there was such a big movement.

To be honest, he was really scared.

But when he stared at the bandage man who seemed to have fallen miserably at his feet, the noise and chaos in the room just pulled him back to reality, and a loud and low cry kept drilling into his ears.

"Black wizard!"

"It's the murderer... He's the murderer! It's him -"

"Help! Let me out -"

All the injured were away from him as far as possible, and many of them went to the door and knocked hard.

Because there was a "suspicious black Wizard" in the house, the original house arrest seemed to turn into a slaughterhouse in an instant. There were not a few people shouting.

Of course, perhaps it is because these people have some similarities that Maka focuses them here and limits their actions?

As for Victor and son, they are obviously two outliers among them.

"No, no, no, I'm not a 'black Wizard'..."

Little Victor is actually OK. He doesn't feel angry because so many people have wronged him, and doesn't think he has suffered any injustice.

The accident just now was really caused by his impulse, which is obviously right... Not only that, he was born kind and even felt guilty and worried about his bandaged brother on the ground.

However, if we had to ask him about his feeling of being hostile to so many people... He would probably feel a little panic!

you 're right! Little Victor can promise - it's really only a little.

"Really! I just picked up this one by accident..."

When he subconsciously waved his hand again and again, trying to defend himself, the wand still held in his right hand suddenly flashed a light.

And then, another invisible force suddenly gushed out of the tip of the staff and flew obliquely to the stack of wooden boxes stacked against the wall.

"Bang! Crash -"

With a box suddenly falling apart, a lot of dried herbs suddenly scattered on the ground.

After a few seconds of silence, the commotion in the ward became more and more intense.

"Except your weapon!"

I don't know who suddenly cast a disarming spell. The red brilliance crossed the heads of the people like lightning and rushed to little victor.

Little Victor, who could not adapt to the spell, didn't know what to do. He only saw that the red was instantly magnified in his field of vision, which frightened him to raise his arm like a conditioned reflex and hurriedly block his head.

But when the wand in his hand passed in front of him almost unconsciously, everyone found that the disarming spell shifted a little direction along the arc drawn by the tip of the wand and "slipped" close to his side.

Those who saw this scene immediately became more afraid.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the door that everyone could not open was suddenly opened from the outside.

"What happened! Why did you smash the door this morning?"

The question from outside the door not only didn't get an answer from anyone, but it was like a signal to escape.

The next second, almost everyone in the room began to flow out. The guy who opened the door didn't show his face and was soon squeezed into an unknown corner.

"Hey! No, I really..."

After little Victor touched his body and found that he seemed to have nothing to do, he saw the scene of people running away.

Unfortunately, because everything just happened so fast, he still hasn't realized the root of the problem. While he was talking, he subconsciously stretched out his damn right hand.

"Bang!"

All right! In the crowd crowding towards the door, another unlucky man "miso" flew into the sky.

"Fool! Don't move!"

Maybe it's because everyone is trying to squeeze out, and the sound of shouting becomes much less than before. This time, old Victor, who caught the right time, finally passed his words accurately to his son's ears.

"What?"

Little Victor turned his head and found his father behind a wooden box. When he saw him looking over, the old man rolled his eyes and showed him.

"I said - don't move!"

Little Victor still listened to his father. If they could give them a few more seconds now, maybe everything would come to an end.

But God's script doesn't seem to be written like that - I mean, if little Victor, a Muggle, still believes in God after seeing so many strange and magical scenes.

"Dizzy..." "wait!"

This time, two voices sounded at the same time, and both seemed to come from the door behind little victor.

Little Victor, who had just been nearly hit by magic, fell down in place when he heard a shout of suspected mantra.

At about the same time, the fire representing the coma spell suddenly passed over it, and it happened to hit the "bandage brother" not far from little Victor again.

I don't know what evil the brother did in his last life. This time he stopped flying and changed to flying sideways - he just heard a dull noise. He rolled and crashed into a corner ten feet away.

"I didn't say anything... Did you fall to death just now?"

I don't know what little Victor thought. He was lying on the ground in shock, but he still had time to worry about his brother.

"Faint -"

"I told you all to wait!"

After listening to the chanting sound behind him, it seemed that he would continue again. He hurriedly rolled to the side twice. Then he realized that the wizard who failed to hit and wanted to make a replacement seemed to be stopped.

Besides, why is the voice of the dissuader a little familiar?

In a hurry, he turned over again, and little Victor quickly looked up at the door - it was the young man! Harry? Harry Potter?

"Mr. Potter!"

As soon as he saw an acquaintance, he shouted at the top of his voice as if he had finally waited for a savior.

Harry at the door really heard little Victor's excited cry for the first time. Unfortunately, his side is too chaotic at the moment.

Although he just stretched his arm and grabbed the panicked person who had just put the spell blindly, he still couldn't squeeze into it.

In fact, it was still quite difficult for Harry to squeeze in when everyone ran out.

"Who can tell me! What happened?"

He shouted helplessly. Then he heard people around him talking about "black Wizard", "killing" and so on.

"Black wizard?"

Harry was a little suffocated when he was crowded in the crowd. Hearing them say that, he was even more suffocated.

"What black wizard? Do you mean the Muggle gentleman?"

As soon as he said this, Harry seemed to think of something, and a chill rose behind him.

At the beginning, he was occupied by that halbo himself, and today, he is probably the only one who took back his body after being controlled.

He also knew the terrible feeling that he had been completely robbed of control.

Is it difficult that little Victor has also been "selected" by Haier Bo? Er... Will even Muggles be controlled by Haier Bo?

Harry didn't know whether halber could rob Muggles, but he knew it was obviously possible.

"Bad... Halbo sneaked into San Mango! By the way, and Maka happened to be away... Doesn't that mean that guy aimed at Maka when he left?"

He and Ron were just discussing going to the sixth floor to practice! Who knows that Haier Bo came so fast that they didn't even have a chance to join hands.

"Come out and leave this ward at once! Now!"

Harry himself hurried out.