Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Victor is an old professor, and an old professor of astrophysics who is "not very respected".

He was half-asleep and half-awake almost every day because of alcoholism for many years, so his neighbors also looked away from him while despising him.

But he doesn't care, because for him, this life is almost over.One more friend and one less friend has no effect at all-it will be the same after being buried in the soil anyway.

However, there was only one thing he seemed to care about.

Even if I have already retired from the position of professor now, I no longer have to take students to do research projects.But he still chose to continue "work"...

Yes, even if he was just a volunteer sweeper, he would go out on time every morning, and he hadn't left for almost a day.

Early this morning, the old Victor got up on time again.He put on his clothes, brought a hip flask, and then went to the volunteer center to pick up tools and came here as usual.

But now, it's noon.

To be honest, there are many tourists here.With more tourists, no matter how good the quality is, there will always be rubbish like this frequently.

Coupled with the fact that there has been a lot of snow recently, it is even more difficult for old Victor to clean.

However, it happened that even on the days when the snow-clearing car was on holiday for Christmas, he would still come here silently, sweeping it for a whole half day.

After a while, the old Victor finally stopped working slowly.

He raised his head and beat his aching old waist.Then he took out a stainless steel hip flask from his pocket without anyone else, unscrewed the lid and poured two or three mouthfuls into his mouth, then smashed his mouth and let out a long breath.

For others, this winter's sip was to warm up; but for old Victor, it was purely to fool his waking mind.

"Ahem--"

Victor coughed twice, then closed and tightened the flask, and put it back in his pocket.

"Damn the stainless steel tank..."

He stomped on the snow beside his feet for no apparent reason, but nothing happened except some snow splashes.

Old Victor didn't get nervous anymore, but picked up the garbage bag, and continued to pick up some garbage in the horns on the snow-covered square.

Work for a while, and then it's time to settle today's lunch.

"Why am I still alive..."

He mumbled in a voice that he might not even hear clearly.

...

At the same time, at the gate of this park on the south bank of the Thames, southeast of London, Maca, who had just left the house of the Fishers, quietly appeared here.

In fact, looking for a Muggle expert to ask about the meteorite fall, he is somewhat troubled now.

For a person who doesn't know anything about astronomical observations, let alone how to intercept meteorites... Even "where to go to ask this matter" will be a very big problem.

But if you can think about it, you can at least think of a way.

That is-"Observatory".

And if he wanted to find an observatory in the United Kingdom, Maca first thought of the Greenwich Observatory that determined the prime meridian and divided the earth into two halves.

Now Maca stands at the gate of Greenwich Park where this famous observatory is located.

The clear sky all day yesterday didn't let the snow in London melt.Although there is no snow today, the gloom in the sky makes people understand that the next snow may fall abruptly.

Maca glanced around. Because it was the Christmas holiday, there were a lot of Muggles going in and out of this park.Everyone stepped on the snow on the ground and made endless creaking sounds...

That's right, the snow here has long been trampled into ice slag.

He shrugged, no longer wasting time, raised his leg, and joined the "crunching army" that is keeping the snow solid here.

In the past few years, Maca has come to the Muggle world to do business not too few times, and sometimes it will shuttle among the Muggle crowds.It's just to talk about the chances of real contact with Muggles, which are still rare.

Now that he returned to Muggle society, when he found out that he really wanted to talk to Muggles again, he actually noticed a sense of strangeness emerging from his heart.

But I don’t know if it’s a coincidence?It's better to say "unfortunately"... Just as he was faintly surrounded by this slightly offensive feeling, a middle-aged uncle who was walking in front of him suddenly paused, and then looked around.

Immediately, Maca saw him turn around and walked towards him.

"Sir, have you ever seen an elderly volunteer picking up rubbish in a park? He is very old, with fluffy white hair, and his volunteer uniform should be wearing an old gray-brown coat. ..."

As he was talking, the middle-aged uncle added apologetically:

"Uh, by the way, when he approaches, there should be a strong smell of alcohol, especially easy to recognize."

Seeing him suddenly ask, Maca froze for a while before shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't think I have seen him... I suggest that you can ask others again."

"Oh! Really? But thank you for your answer... Maybe you don't know, that's my father. But he gets drunk every day, so he still stubbornly wants to be a cleaning volunteer... My wife and I are. If you want to give him lunch, you often can’t find where the other person is, because the route he takes is never fixed..."

The uncle smiled, but instead of looking for others as Maca said, he went on to pour bitterness with Maca.Seeing his familiar appearance, Maca can only let him continue.

Although he had a lot of means to drive him away without a trace, it seemed unnecessary, after all, they did not hinder him from walking.

"Then have you asked him why he wants to be a volunteer?" Maca glanced at him casually as he walked, "Presumably your father should be very old, right?"

"That's right!" The other party sighed, "My wife and I have persuaded him many times, but he just insisted on doing it and didn't listen to anything! What's more, he never told me why—everything The next time I asked about it, he drank hard and spit his temper..."

The two walked forward shoulder to shoulder, and the uncle said as long as they went.But if you look closely, you will find that although his mouth has never stopped, he has never forgotten his original intention to find his father, and he will glance around every few steps.

Fortunately, although this Greenwich Park is very large, it is also exceptionally open and flat.When people walk in the middle, there are basically no buildings on both sides that block the line of sight. It is difficult to see what is missing when you walk all the way.

It's a pity that the "drunkard father" that the middle-aged uncle said was not in the first half of the park, so the two of them walked on the hillside deep in the park.

Going further, when the top of the slope is at the highest point, it should be the location of the observatory. I don't know if the other party's father will be there.

Not long after, a building with red brick walls and white railings finally arrived in front of Maca, and he stopped here for a while.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly said:

"Oh, sir, are you going to visit there?"

"Yes, go in and see..."

Maca nodded and looked at the small square in front of the building, where a statue of a figure stood.

The middle-aged man saw that he was really not going to leave anymore, so he had to wave goodbye to him, and then went to the back of the observatory with some meaning.

After separating from the old drunkard's son, Maca was no longer disturbed, and hurried to the direction of the building.

It's just that the closer he gets, the more he feels a little puzzled—what is this place?

"...'Old Royal Observatory'?"

Looking at the nameplate at the door, Maca tilted his head inexplicably.

...

Not to mention the bewildered Maca, at this time, on the other side, the middle-aged uncle who had been nagging about Maca just now was walking along the road to the back of the observatory.

The trees here are obviously much denser than the front, and perhaps because it is too far away from the main entrance, tourists are obviously scarce.

And after he walked for a little while, his front field of vision widened, and a garden covered in snow suddenly filled his entire field of vision.

"Oh, it's here..." He looked at the squatting back in the garden, and then shook his head, "Well, I've looked for it before, so where else can I be except here?"

After saying a few words to himself, he shouted and walked forward.

"Hey! Dad—it’s time for lunch—"

"To shut up!"

As soon as the figure heard this figure, he immediately turned his head and roared full of breath.Just listen to that voice, but you don't need to be young at all.

"You have to eat yourself! I drink alcohol is enough—"

After all, I saw old Victor throw the garbage bag casually, and he really took out his hip flask to pour out several mouthfuls.

When the middle-aged man saw his father started pouring alcohol again, he ran over and grabbed the jug, and then stuffed the bag he had been holding forward.

"Don't drink, wait till you finish..." He was only halfway through, but he turned to busy, "No, no, if Tix hears that I agree with you to drink, I'll be done! I said Dad, you Just think about it for my son, stop drinking, right?"

"You can control Laozi?"

Old Victor said so, but instead of grabbing his own hip flask, he took the bag that his son had handed over.

"Boy, return it to me when I finish eating, don't forget!"

He talked and walked aside with the bag. He was about to sit down on a bench not far away to fill his stomach full of alcohol, but he accidentally saw a young man coming here.

Seeing that, it seems to be looking for one of their father and son?

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