Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Are you sure it is near here?"

In the mountains behind Greenwich Park, Harry was scurrying around in the forest with little Victor.

The two of them came here all the way from the previous church. Although they had the invisibility cloak and Maca's Immortal Concealing Potion, they were almost spotted by wandering monsters several times.

Fortunately, the intervention of the army and Maca's running around attracted the attention of most monsters, which allowed them to enter the woods behind the garden without any risk.

The two who had been searching until now didn't even know that the fighting outside had gradually subsided with the help of Maca.

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

Little Victor followed Harry, who was a little breathless after the long mountain trail.At this moment, the forest was covered with snow everywhere, and the cold air caused him to exhale a thick white mist with every breath.

"Yeah...but it's been almost half a day. It's possible wherever he goes. So, I still want to find out if there are any traces that can point me in a direction..."

At this point, he finally couldn't help but rubbed his somewhat numb hands.

"This weather...oh! I think I'm almost freezing, I really hope my father is fine..."

"I hope...ah no, I mean, your father will be fine!" Harry also shrank his neck, he was already missing the warming potion that Maca had made, "Yes. Now, listen...I think the gunfire outside is much less than before?"

"Yes!" Little Victor looked down at the scattered traces on the snow, and said casually, "I hope the soldiers will be fine too!"

For those soldiers who suddenly appeared, they were somewhat vigilant at first.After all, those soldiers might not shoot at Muggle citizens, but they would also treat wizards as enemies.

But the fact is that those warriors will help even the wounded wizard, which makes both of them gradually relieved.

Even after arriving in this mountain forest, little Victor did not forget to pray secretly for the soldiers.

To be honest, little Victor is not quite sure of his identity now-should he be considered a Muggle?Should he be counted to the wizard's side?

But suddenly, Harry, who was about to follow along, stopped temporarily.Without a word, he squatted gently beside the tree at a certain moment.

He immediately stretched out his hand to poke away some of the snow, revealing a footprint that had been stepped on.

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

"This...oh, that's right! That's it!" Little Victor leaned over and nodded immediately, "Great, this direction, right? Let's find out if there is anything else in front of—"

"No, no, if we are sure that this footprint is correct, we don't need more."

Harry stretched out his hand to stop the little Victor who was about to go forward, and placed his hand holding the wand directly above the footprints.

"Tracking!"

The voice fell slightly, and the two pairs of eyes stared at the magic wand placed on his palms at the same time, watching it slowly move by themselves.

After it turned faster and faster in Harry's hand for a few times, you could find that it suddenly started to slow down and finally stabilized in one direction.

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

"Then I can't do it," Harry shook his head reluctantly as he motioned to little Victor to follow. "Actually, I am not very good at these very delicate spells. On the one hand, Hermione is much better than me!"

"Is that Miss Granger? Well, she does look very smart. I think you all want to listen to her..."

The two talked, turned and walked quickly in the direction of the tip of the wand.

Not long afterward, when Harry, who was walking ahead, blocked a branch full of snow again, a small forest hunter's hut appeared in his field of vision.

This is a simple hut built with brown-black wood.

Perhaps it was because there was no tree canopy covering that location, and the amount of snow directly accumulated was much more than the surrounding area, and even the doorway was piled up by at least a half.

And because of the natural wood color and the large area of ​​frost and snow cover, it is really not so easy to recognize at a glance in this forest.

Seeing that there were many footprints in front of the hunting house that had been covered with a thin layer of snow, Harry knew that the person they were looking for should be here.

On the other side, little Victor didn't even need Harry to remind him, and hurriedly rushed over with his legs.

"Dad? Daddy, are you here?"

The broken wooden door covered with snow dregs could only guard against the small animals in the mountains at best. Little Victor pushed the door leaf open as soon as he pushed, and then walked in through the really small doorway shortly afterwards.

Upon seeing this, Harry followed him in a hurry.

"I said... how come someone is arguing outside, it turns out it's you kid—"

"dad!"

As soon as Little Victor entered, he immediately saw his drunk father huddled in a pile of hay, exuding a familiar smell of alcohol.

Seeing him shivering slightly and speaking weakly, he knew that he was obviously frozen.

To say that this cabin is really small, although there are basically not too many things in it.But just a small table and a rudimentary bed nailed up with wooden boards almost filled the entire space.

Opposite the small bed that can barely sleep, a fireplace can provide the minimum comfort and satisfaction for this broken house.

just……

With wood piled on the side and matches on the shelf, the old Victor did not light a fire to warm himself up, instead he just shrank in the haystack and relied on the little bit of wine to quench the cold. .

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

"Stupid boy, let you go out and open your eyes...it can't cure your stupid disease. If I make a fire, what if those weird things are attracted to me?"

Old Victor kept shaking, but he still didn't forget to train his son.It seems that although he was very cold, he still has good spirits.

"The old man is right, we really better not light the fire..."

Harry, who followed up together, agreed, but Victor didn't have the time to care about lighting and heating.

He just ignored Harry’s words temporarily, and hurriedly asked:

"Dad, this is it! You... did you know about wizards and magic from the beginning? And, what the hell am I... what the hell is it?"

"What this and that..." His father squinted his eyes, "You are Lao Tzu's son. Other than that, what else can you be?"

"Oh! I mean—" Little Victor was about to ask to understand, but suddenly he suddenly raised his tone as if he was aware of something, "Could it be that... Dad, what are you? ...Is the "witcher"?"

"Why, you kid can use magic?"

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

Harry on the side listened to their father-son conversation and couldn't help feeling a little curious.

There seems to be a bizarre story hidden in this Victor’s past?

"Magic?" Little Victor heard this and waved his hand quickly, "No, how could it be... I just suddenly found out that I could fly on a broom too! Real flying! In the air over a hundred meters or more-- "

"Huh, just riding a broom made you surprised like this?" The old man curled his lips and said, "Hurry up and help you up? I'm still talking about this...hhh, I really want to freeze you to death here. ?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Mr. Victor, I think I'd better take the old man to a warmer place first!" Harry then remembered the purpose of his trip again, and hurriedly agreed, "I'll take the The old gentleman takes it to the church, and then we will go to find your wife and children!"

While talking, Harry reached out and grabbed the old man's arm, and couldn't help but mutter:

"Hermione will definitely complain when she sees it-you know, we have to wait for the apparition class to start after the Christmas holidays! Old gentleman, it may be a little uncomfortable, just bear it!"

Before the words fell, only a crackle was heard, and Harry directly apparated the old Victor.

After Sirius taught this spell to him, he was basically restrained, that is, he would use it only when the Ministry of Magic had no time to pay attention today.

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

"Seriously, this is a wonderful magic!" Little Victor saw Harry's return, his eyes widened immediately, "Then, can't we use this magic to go to my house? I think it will definitely be better than us. It used to be much faster and much safer!"

But Harry could only show a very regretful expression.

"If I had ever been a guest at your house, that would indeed work!" He shrugged, "It's a pity, we didn't know each other before... let's go! We have invisibility cloaks and potions, just be careful. It should be fine!"

After Harry left the hunter's cabin, little Victor looked at Harry's back and couldn't help becoming more and more curious about the magic world.

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

Otherwise, he always felt that his whole life was in vain.

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