Chapter 952

"Bang!"

Just as everyone ran out of the room, the door was closed again.

Little Victor looked at the closed door and looked down at the stick in his hand. After a little stunned, he threw it on the floor like an electric shock.

"This... What is this?"

"What? You're stupid!"

The old man had already sat back on his wooden box and looked askance at his son, who looked puzzled. It took him a long time to shake his head as if he were speechless.

"Why did I give birth to such a fool like you..."

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

Now his biggest concern is not whether he is stupid or not, but what to do next.

"Dad, if you're not stupid, help me find a solution?"

At the other end, old Victor looked at the mess in the ward, but waved his hand carelessly. Seriously, there must be very few Muggles like him who can do so well in the magic world.

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

However, old Victor never explained anything.

"There's no need for a 'solution'," the old man said casually. "Wait! As long as you wait for that McLean to come, you won't have anything... So there's a blessing for fools."

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

Such misunderstandings, let alone in the magic world, can be easily solved even in the Muggle world.

In addition, little Victor has a kind and peaceful character, which makes a good impression. As long as the misunderstanding is lifted, there will probably be nothing.

Unfortunately, the premise is that the misunderstanding can be solved smoothly!

"Kaka... Kaka, Kaka..."

Suddenly, a slight sound like the return of water pipe sounded in the room without warning, making victor and son look around at the same time.

Before long, their sight fell on a corner.

It's the unlucky guy! The bandage man who was forced to "fly" twice!

Little Victor didn't know how a person could make such a strange voice. He only knew that he had goose bumps on his body at the moment.

"Pick up the wand."

Cold, his father's sentence suddenly broke the thrilling atmosphere with only the sound of "KaKa", but this sentence stunned little Victor for several seconds.

"Wand?"

"Yes, the stick you just threw on the ground."

To tell the truth, old Victor's explanation didn't mean much to him, because he actually knew the name of the little stick among wizards.

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

"Dad, you did --"

"Shut up! Let you pick it up quickly! Unless you want our father and son to die here!"

I have to say that the old man's words are really persuasive, especially after the previous great disaster.

Little Victor didn't hesitate any more. He quickly picked up the wand he had just lost, and then pointed it at the bandaged man in the corner of the wall according to some pictures he saw in his memory.

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

Holding his wand nervously in both hands, he looked at the bandage man still motionless, but his ears were full of "click click click" noise. After a short standoff, little Victor couldn't help looking back at Dad.

"Don't look at me. What should I do? I want to go."

The unreliable old man secretly shrank behind the wooden box again!

"Dad, what do you want me to think!" little Victor couldn't help crying, "those wizards use magic to chant? I don't know the mantra. Where can I use this thing! I don't know how to do it just now..."

"Then I don't know!" old Victor shouted behind the box.

While they were talking, the intermittent "click" voice suddenly became louder, which led little Victor to turn around and look again.

Fortunately, he was startled at the sight.

I saw the bandage man lying askew in the corner of the wall trembling all over somehow. It looked as if his muscles were convulsing involuntarily. It looked terrible.

Little Victor couldn't help taking a small step back, and his face obviously became more nervous.

"Dad, your son, please don't sell off any more... Tell me what you can use! You're my father!"

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

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

Yes, even when he was going to marry his girlfriend, he decided it himself, didn't he? Asking dad like this will only be done when he has no financial ability.

But

"It's no use begging me, you boy," old Victor said. "Yes, I can tell you that your mother is indeed a witch... But she is a witch and I'm not!"

"I guessed right? Really?" little Victor was surprised. "So... As long as one of the parents is a wizard, the offspring may also be able to do magic..."

As he was saying this, he was stunned again.

"Ah! Have you been sweeping the floor in Greenwich Park all these years because of your mother?" he asked hurriedly. "What happened? Where has my mother gone?"

"Shut up!" old Victor interrupted loudly. "And I'm in the mood to ask these unimportant things. Why don't I wave my wand first! Fool!"

"You didn't make it yourself!"

Little Victor couldn't hold back a word. Then he shook his wand back and forth in his father's abusive voice, trying to make it work as before.

But no matter how he waved it, this time it didn't change at all. He was like an ordinary man holding a branch to make a blind gesture. Even if he was so hard that he made a roaring sound in the air, it still didn't work.

Unknowingly, little Victor felt as if he had returned to his childhood, holding a small stick and rowing all over the street, imagining himself as a knight to save the princess

No, just remembering him is so ashamed that he wants to die.

"Dad! I said, it seems completely useless..."

Waving his wand, little Victor looked at the bandage man again - he didn't find it when he tried just now, and the guy began to get up from the ground!

"Wait! Hey! Just lie down and don't get up... Look how tired you are! Your hands and feet are not sharp! It's still early. You can have a rest!"

Seeing the guy get up, little Victor was nervous again and finally began to talk subconsciously again. Unfortunately, the other party was obviously unaware of what he said and still stood up trembling.

While the bandage man climbed up, his body also expanded as visible to the naked eye, protruding from left to right. In the twinkling of an eye, it was more than a circle larger than before.

Seeing this, little Victor hurriedly stepped back and waved his wand again and again.

"Don't! Don't come here! What, do you want a spell... Spell... Zhi and sesame open the door? No, no, this thing can only be used to open the door... Then... Ha, ha what? Hakuna Matata!"

The so-called "urgent and disorderly medical treatment" is probably the state of little Victor now! But these were not spells, and there was no effect. Nothing happened under his random wave.

Just as he was about to give up, the bandage man had become a giant twice his height. Soon, the big man rushed to him.

Every step of the big guy can make people feel the vibration of the ground. Although he still runs unsteadily, he seems to fall at any time, but he didn't fall down once.

Little Victor was forced to retreat one after another, but the warehouse was so big that he soon found that there were only solid walls left behind him.

"Bang!"

Seeing that the other party threw such a big fist at him, he hurried to the ground again. Not to mention, this move actually worked very well. It helped him escape again.

Feeling that his ass was hurt by the flying stone chips, he glanced up in a hurry and climbed under each other's crotch with his hands and feet.

"Boom!"

The next second he left there, the big man clenched his hands and pounded on the ground. With amazing power, he also smashed a big hole in the reinforced hard ground.

Then, the other party seemed to finally find that little Victor was missing and looked around.

And almost at this time——

"Bang!"

The door was finally opened from the outside again.

"Sirius, that's..." Harry's voice came from the door again. "Uh... This... What's going on?"

"I don't know!"

Little Victor habitually answered, but the big man heard it first.

"Roar -"

A furious roar rang through the room, even through the open door, and even the patients on the third floor could hear it clearly.

"Run forward!"

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