Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"boom!"

"Boom—"

The patient with his head covered in bandages was thrown into the air by an invisible force, and after close contact with the ceiling once, he fell heavily back on the bedding where he was lying.

Little Victor half-raised the "little stick" in his hand, stunned by what was happening before him-what happened just now?

In his eyes, it was almost the feeling of a flower in front of him. He even realized that he seemed to have caused some amazing changes after the guy fell back to the floor.

"What are you kid doing! Hurry..."

"Murder! The dark wizard sneaked into Saint Mungo! Help—"

To be honest, as a Muggle, old Victor's reaction was quick.But even so, he didn't have time to finish speaking, and was interrupted by the shouts of other injuries.

And immediately after that, the panic caused by that exclamation quickly spread in this room.

After realizing that he could not cover up the more and more riots at all by his words, Old Victor simply stopped making noises, and stuffed all the remaining bread into his mouth with a bored expression.

However, although the old Victor obviously felt that these people in the room were a little too fussy, in fact, they really couldn't blame them.

The disaster in which everyone was in danger had just ceased, and everyone was still immersed in the aftermath of fear. When something abnormal happened like this, it became like a frightened bird, which I have to say is also natural.

What's more, who would have expected that there would be injuries in this ward and suddenly... just like that?

All the people who witnessed that "Big Brother Bandage" hit the ceiling, I am afraid that no one does not feel that they are also suffering from pain!

However, just as the ward whose door could not be opened from the inside was gradually messed up, the panic situation inevitably affected the little Victor who was a little lost.

In fact, he just wanted to try it out with the wand in the bandaged man's arms at first, and he was already ready to wave it and nothing would happen.

But he never expected that he pulled out the small wooden stick, and there was such a big movement.

To be honest, he was really scared.

But when he stared blankly at the bandage man who appeared to have fallen miserably by his feet, the noise and chaos in the room forced him back to reality, and he kept digging into his ears with a loud noise.

"The Dark Wizard!"

"It's the murderer... he's the murderer! It's him—"

"Help! Let me go out soon—"

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

The original house arrest was because a "suspicious dark wizard" appeared in the house, and it seemed to have instantly become a slaughterhouse, and there were really many people who yelled.

Of course, maybe it is because these people have some similarities that Maca will concentrate them here and limit their actions, right?

As for Victor and his son, they are clearly two anomalies among them right now.

"No, no, no, I am not a'dark wizard'..."

Little Victor was actually okay. He didn't feel annoyed because so many people blamed him, and didn't think he was wronged.

The accident just now was indeed caused by his impulse, which is obviously correct...not only that, he was born kind and even felt deeply guilty and worried for the bandaged brother on the ground.

However, if you have to ask him how it feels to be hostile by so many people...probably he will feel a little panicked!

That's right!Little Victor can promise-it's really only a tiny bit.

"Really! I just picked up this one accidentally..."

Just when he subconsciously waved his hand again and again, trying to defend himself, the magic wand that he was still holding in his right hand suddenly flashed with light.

And immediately following,

"Bang! Wow!"

With a box suddenly falling apart, a large number of dried herbs suddenly scattered all over the ground.

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

"Except for your weapons!"

I don't know who suddenly cast a disarming curse, and the red brilliance passed over everyone's head like lightning, and rushed straight to the little Victor.

Little Victor, who was far from being able to adapt to the spell, knew what to do. He only saw the red in his field of vision instantly magnify, scared him to reflexively raise his arm, and hurriedly blocked his head.

But when the magic wand in his hand was almost unconsciously swiping in front of him, everyone found that the disarming curse had shifted a little bit along the arc drawn by the tip of the wand and pressed against his side." "Slid" over.

The people who saw this scene immediately became more scared.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, the door of the room that no one could open was suddenly opened from the outside.

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

Not only did the question from outside the door get no answer from anyone, but it turned into a signal to escape.

In the next second, almost everyone in this room started pouring out.The guy who opened the door failed to show a face, and was quickly squeezed into an unknown corner.

"Hey! No, I really..."

After little Victor touched his body and realized that he didn't seem to be okay, he saw the scene where everyone rushed out.

Unfortunately, because everything just happened so quickly, he still didn't realize the source of the problem.When he was talking, he subconsciously stretched out his damn right hand.

"Boom!"

Okay!Among the crowd crowding toward the door, another unlucky ghost flew up into the sky.

"Fool! Don't move!"

Perhaps because everyone was biting the bullet and squeezing out, the screaming sound became much less than before.And this time, the old Victor, who had the right time, finally passed his words accurately to his son's ears.

"what?"

Little Victor immediately turned his head, only to find his father was behind a wooden crate.When he saw him look over, the old man rolled his eyes and showed him.

"I said-don't move!"

Little Victor still listened to what his old man said very much, if only a few more seconds were given to the two of them at this moment, maybe everything would come to an end.

However, God's script doesn't seem to be written that way—I mean, if the Muggle, Victor, has seen so many strange and magical scenes, he still believes in God.

"Faint..." "Wait!"

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

Little Victor, who had just experienced almost being hit by magic, immediately squatted down on the spot when he heard a shout that looked like a spell.

At about the same time, the flames representing the coma curse suddenly passed above it, and it happened to hit the "brother bandage" not far from Victor again.

I don't know what sin the brother did in his previous life. This time he stopped flying in the air instead of flying-he just heard a muffled sound of "bang", and he rolled and hit a corner ten feet away.

"There is no sound...Is it true that you fell to death just now?"

I don't know what to say that little Victor is so nervous, lying on the ground in a panic, but still has the time to worry about that buddy.

"faint--"

"I make you all wait!"

Hearing the sound of chanting behind him seemed to be going on again, he hurriedly rolled aside two more times before realizing that the wizard who missed a hit and wanted to reissue it seemed to be stopped.

Besides, why is the voice of that dissuader a bit familiar?

Turning over again in a hurry, little Victor quickly raised his head and looked at the door—it was the young man!Called... Harry?Harry Potter?

"Mr. Potter!"

When he saw an acquaintance, it was as if he was finally waiting for a savior, and he immediately yelled in his throat.

Harry at the door really heard little Victor's excited cry for the first time, but it was a pity that he was really messed up right now.

Although he stretched his arms and grabbed the panic who had just cast the spell, he still couldn't squeeze inside.

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

"Who can tell me! What happened?"

He yelled helplessly, and only then did he hear everyone around him rushing to talk about "dark wizard", "killed" and similar things.

"Black Wizard?"

Harry was a little depressed when he was squeezed into the crowd, and hearing them say that, suddenly became more depressed.

"What dark wizard? Do you mean that Mr. Muggle?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Harry seemed to think of something, and a chill suddenly rose behind his back.

At the beginning, he himself was occupied by that Helbo, and to this day, he is probably the only one who has taken back his body after being controlled.

He also knew the terrible feeling of being completely robbed of control.

Is it possible that Mr. Victor Jr. was also "chosen" by Helbo?Uh... will even Muggles be controlled by Helbo?

Harry didn't know "Can Helbo take the Muggle's body", but he knew it was obviously impossible.

"Oops...Halpo sneaked into Saint Mungo! By the way, and Maca just happened to be away... Doesn't that mean that the guy aimed at Maca when he left?"

He and Ron were still discussing how to practice on the sixth floor!Who knew that Haierbo came so fast that they didn't even have a chance to be called Qi Renshou.

"All come out, leave this ward right away! Right away!"

Harry hurried out himself.