"Are you sure you're around here?"
In the mountains behind Greenwich Park, Harry was running 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 Maka's immortal potion, they were almost discovered by wandering monsters several times.
Fortunately, the intervention of the army and Maka's subsequent running around attracted the attention of most of the monsters, allowing them to enter the woods behind the garden without any danger.
The two people who have been searching until now don't even know that the fighting situation outside has gradually calmed down with the help of Maka.
"Yes, at least my father was still here when we left."
Little Victor followed Harry, a little out of breath from the long walk on the mountain road. At this moment, the woods were covered with snow everywhere, and the cold air caused a thick white mist to form with every breath he took.
"Hmm... But almost half a day has passed, and it is possible that he has gone anywhere. So, I still want to look for any traces that can point me in a direction... "
Having said this, he finally couldn't help but rub his numb hands.
"This weather... oh! I feel like I'm freezing. I really hope my father is okay..."
"I hope... ah no, I mean, your father will be fine!" Harry also shrank his neck. He had already begun to miss the warming potion that Maka had made, "By the way. , listen... I feel like there are less gunshots outside than before?"
"Yes!" Little Victor looked down at the scattered traces on the snow and said casually, "I hope those soldiers will be okay!"
They were somewhat wary of the soldiers who appeared suddenly. After all, those soldiers may not shoot at Muggle citizens, but there is no guarantee that wizards will also be regarded as enemies.
But the fact is that those warriors will help even the injured wizard, which makes both of them gradually feel relieved.
Even after arriving in this mountain forest, little Victor did not forget to pray secretly for those soldiers.
To be honest, little Victor is not sure about his identity now - should he be considered a Muggle? Or should he be counted among the wizards
But suddenly, Harry, who was about to echo a few words, stopped temporarily. Without saying a word, he squatted down next to the tree at a certain moment.
He immediately stretched out his hand to push away some floating snow, revealing a trampled footprint.
"Sir, come and see if this is the pattern on the soles of your father's shoes?"
"This... Oh, that's right! That's it!" Little Victor came over to take a look, and nodded immediately, "Great, is it this direction? Let's go and find out if there are any other - "
"No, no, if we are sure that this footprint is correct, we don't need more."
Harry stretched out his hand to stop little Victor who was about to walk forward, and placed the hand holding the wand directly above the footprints.
"Follow the trace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two sets of eyes were fixed on the wand in his hand, watching it slowly move on its own.
After it spun around Harry's hand for a few times at an increasingly faster speed, you could see that it suddenly began to slow down and finally stabilized in one direction.
"Oh! Magic is so magical and convenient!" Little Victor suddenly said excitedly, "Can it tell us anything else? For example, how far away is my father from us now?"
"Then I can't do it." Harry shook his head helplessly while gesturing for little Victor to follow him. "Actually, I'm not very good at such delicate spells. In this aspect, Hermione is much better than me!"
"Is that Miss Granger? Well, she does seem very smart. I think you all seem to be willing to listen to her..."
While the two were talking, they turned around and walked quickly in the direction where the tip of the wand was facing.
Not long after, when Harry, who was walking in front, once again blocked a branch filled with snow, a small forest hunter's cabin suddenly appeared in his sight.
This is a simple hut built of brown-black wood.
Perhaps because there was no tree canopy to cover it, the snow accumulated directly was much more than the surrounding area. Even the doorway was at least half covered.
And due to the natural wood color and large area of frost and snow, it is not easy to recognize it at a glance in the forest from a distance.
Seeing that there were many footprints covered with a thin layer of snow in front of the hunting house, Harry knew that the person they were looking for should be here.
On the other side, little Victor didn't need Harry's reminder, and hurriedly opened his legs and rushed over.
"Dad? Dad, are you here?"
The broken wooden door covered with snow slag could at best protect against small animals in the mountains. Little Victor pushed the door open and then ducked in through the small door opening.
Harry, who was behind him, saw this and hurriedly followed him in.
"I said... why are there people making noise outside? It turns out it's you—"
"dad!"
As soon as little Victor entered, he immediately saw his drunken father huddled in a pile of hay, exuding a familiar smell of alcohol.
Judging from the way he was shivering slightly and speaking feebly, you could tell that he was obviously frozen.
This cabin is really small, although there are basically not many things in it. But just a small table and a simple bed made of wooden boards almost filled up half of the entire space.
And opposite the small bed that was barely sleepable, a fireplace could provide the minimum comfort and satisfaction for this shabby room.
only…
Although there were piles of wood nearby and matches on the shelf, old Victor did not light a fire to keep himself warm. Instead, he just huddled in the haystack and relied on the little wine left to ward off the cold. .
"Dad, are you okay? Why did you..."
"Stupid boy, letting you go out and open your eyes... can't cure your stupid disease. If I get angry, what should I do if I attract those weird things?"
Old Victor kept trembling, but he still didn't forget to teach his son. It seemed that although he was severely cold, he was still in good spirits.
"The old gentleman is right, we really had better not light the fire..."
Harry, who had followed along, agreed, but little Victor had no time to care about lighting a fire to keep warm.
He ignored Harry's words for the moment, and hurriedly asked:
"Dad, this is it! You... have you known about wizards and magic from the beginning? Also, what on earth am I...?"
"What this and that..." His father narrowed his eyes and said, "You are my son, other than that, what else can you be?"
"Oh! What I mean is-" Little Victor was about to ask more clearly, but suddenly he seemed to realize something and suddenly raised his voice and said, "Could it be that... Dad, you are also that... 'wizard'?"
"What, you kid can use magic?"
The old man rolled his eyelids and looked his son up and down, as if he was scrutinizing him.
Harry on the side listened to the conversation between father and son and couldn't help but feel a little curious.
There seems to be a bizarre story hidden in the past of Victor's family
"Magic?" When Little Victor heard this, he waved his hands quickly and said, "No, how is that possible... I just suddenly discovered that I can actually fly on a broomstick! Real flying! In the air above a hundred meters and a thousand meters -"
"Humph, you're so surprised just by riding a broom?" The old man curled his lips and said, "Why don't you help me up quickly? You are still talking about this... Hiss, do you really want to freeze you to death here? ?”
"Oh, that's right! Little Mr. Victor, I think it's better to take the old gentleman to a warmer place first!" Harry then remembered the purpose of his trip again and hurriedly agreed, "I'll take him to a warmer place first. Take the old gentleman to the church, and then we will go on to find your wife and children!"
As he said this, 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 until after the Christmas holidays to start Apparition lessons! Old sir, you may feel a little uncomfortable, just bear with it!"
Before he could finish his words, only a crackling sound was heard, and Harry directly apparated away with old Victor.
After Sirius taught him this spell, he was basically very restrained, that is, he would only use it when the Ministry of Magic had no time to pay attention to it, like today.
A moment later, when Harry appeared in front of little Victor again, his father had been left at the church.
"Seriously, this is really a wonderful magic!" Seeing Harry's return, little Victor immediately widened his eyes and said, "Then, can't we use this magic to go to my house? I think it will definitely be faster than us. It was so much faster and safer in the past!”
But Harry could only show a very regretful expression.
"If I had been a guest at your house, that would indeed work!" He shrugged, "It's a pity that we didn't know each other before... Let's go! We have invisibility cloaks and potions. As long as we are careful, we should be able to It’ll be okay!”
After following Harry out of the hunter's cabin, little Victor looked at Harry's back and couldn't help but become more and more curious about the magical world.
Although he couldn't get anything out of the drunkard's mouth just now, he had already made a plan. Once the safety of his wife and children was ensured, he had to force the old man to make it clear!
Otherwise, he always feels like his life has been wasted.