"boom!"
The moment everyone ran out of the room, the door was closed again.
Little Victor looked at the closed door, then looked down at the small wooden stick in his hand. After being stunned for a moment, he threw it to the floor as if he was electrocuted.
"This... what does this mean?"
"What the hell? You're stupid!"
The father had already sat back on his wooden crate, squinting at his confused son, and shook his head silently for a long time.
"How could I have given birth to such an idiot like you..."
Little Victor wasn't angry at all - he had been used to the old man's bad mouth since he was a child.
What he cares about most now is not whether he is stupid or not, but what he should do next.
"Dad, if you're not stupid, can you help me think of a solution?"
On the other side, old Victor casually looked at the mess in the ward and waved his hand nonchalantly. To be honest, there must be very few Muggles like him who can remain calm in such a place in the wizarding world.
In this regard, even his son felt that his father seemed very suspicious.
However, old Victor never explained anything.
"There is no need for any 'solution' at all," the old man said casually, "Just wait! As long as you wait for that McClain to come over, nothing will happen to you... So, stupid people are still blessed."
As the old man said, there are many obvious misunderstandings here. The reason why it is like this is because the injured patients in the ward are scaring themselves.
And misunderstandings like this are actually easy to resolve even in the Muggle world, not to mention the magical world.
In addition, little Victor has a kind and peaceful personality, which makes a good impression on people. As long as the misunderstanding is resolved, most likely nothing will happen.
It's a pity that the premise is that the misunderstanding can be resolved smoothly!
"Kick, click, click... click, click, click..."
Suddenly, a slight sound like the return of air from a water pipe rang in the room without warning, causing Victor and his son to look around at the same time.
Not long after, their eyes fell on a certain corner of the wall.
It's that unlucky guy! The bandaged man who was forced to "fly" twice!
Little Victor didn't know how a person could make such a weird sound. He only knew that he had goosebumps on his body right now.
"Pick up the wand."
Suddenly, his father's words suddenly broke the frightening atmosphere with only the sound of "click", but these words immediately made little Victor stunned for several seconds.
"Wand?"
"Yes, that's the stick you just threw on the ground."
To be honest, Old Victor's explanation didn't mean much to him, because he actually knew what the little wooden stick was called among the wizards.
What made him deeply puzzled was, why could his drunken father say the word "magic wand" so naturally
"Dad, you really-"
"Shut up! Pick it up quickly! Unless you want us, father and son, to die here!"
I have to say that the old man's words are indeed very persuasive, especially after experiencing the previous huge disaster.
Little Victor did not hesitate any longer, and quickly picked up the wand that he had just thrown away in his hand, and then pointed it at the bandaged man in the corner according to some scenes he had seen in his memory.
But... then what? What should he do next
He held the wand nervously with both hands and looked at the bandaged man who was still motionless, but his ears were full of "click-click-click" noises. After being in a stalemate for a while, little Victor couldn't help but turn around and cast a questioning look at his father.
"Don't look at me. What should I do? I want to go."
That unreliable old man actually shrank quietly behind the wooden crate again!
"Dad, what do you want me to think!" Little Victor couldn't help but wailed, "Those wizards have to recite incantations to cast magic, right? I don't know about incantations, so how can I use this thing! That was just now How I did it, I don’t even know..."
"Then I don't know even more!" Old Victor said loudly from behind the box.
And just as the two of them were talking, the intermittent "click" sound suddenly became louder, causing little Victor to turn around and look again.
Fortunately, when he saw it, he was immediately startled.
The bandaged man leaning in the corner was trembling for some reason, as if all the muscles in his body were spasming involuntarily. It looked terrible.
Little Victor couldn't help but take a small step back, his expression obviously becoming more nervous.
"Dad, please, your son, please stop being so pretentious... If you have anything that can come in handy, please tell me immediately! You are my biological father!"
When was the last time you begged this unreliable alcoholic father
Well, I can’t remember clearly what happened so long ago... Probably when I was a kid, I asked my dad for money to buy that favorite toy car, right
That's right, even the important matter of marrying his girlfriend back then was his own decision, wasn't it? Asking dad like this would only be done when one has no financial means.
But…
"It's useless even if you beg me," Old Victor curled his lips and said, "Yes, I can tell you that your mother is indeed a witch... But she is a witch and I am not!"
"Did I guess it right? Is this really the case?" Little Victor suddenly asked in surprise, "So... as long as one of the parents is a wizard, the offspring may also be able to do magic... "
As he was speaking, he was suddenly startled again.
"Ah! Could it be that you have been sweeping the floors in Greenwich Park all these years because of your mother?" He asked hurriedly, "What happened? Where is my mother?"
"Shut up!" Old Victor interrupted loudly, "If you still want to ask these irrelevant things, why not try waving your magic wand a few times first! You idiot!"
"You didn't give birth to it yourself!"
Little Victor couldn't help but said something, and then he shook the wand in his hand back and forth under his father's cursing voice, trying to make it work like before.
But no matter how he waved, not even the slightest change happened this time. He was like an ordinary person holding a branch and gesticulating blindly. Even if he swung it hard enough to make a whistling sound that broke through the air, it still had no effect.
Unknowingly, little Victor felt as if he had returned to his childhood, holding a small wooden stick and rowing all over the street, imagining himself as a knight saving the princess...
No, just thinking about it made him want to die with shame.
"Dad! I said, this seems completely useless..."
While waving his magic wand, little Victor looked at the bandaged man again - he didn't even notice that he had started to get up from the ground despite all his efforts!
"Wait! Hey! Just lie down, don't get up... Look how tired you are from climbing! Your hands and feet are weak! It's still early, you can rest for a while before talking!"
Seeing the guy getting up, little Victor became nervous again, and finally started to talk subconsciously again. Unfortunately, the other party was obviously unaware of what he said and still stood up tremblingly.
And just as the bandaged man climbed up, his body also swelled as if visible to the naked eye, with bulges on the left and right, and in the blink of an eye it was more than a circle bigger than before.
Seeing this, little Victor hurriedly stepped back a little further, and waved the wand in his hand anxiously.
"Don't! Don't come here! What, you need a spell, right... A spell... Zhi, open sesame? No, no, this thing can only be used to open the door... Then... ha, ha, what is it? Hakuna Matata!"
The so-called "seeking medical treatment in a hurry" probably refers to the current state of little Victor! But these were not spells in the first place, and there was no way they would have any effect. Nothing happened after he swung them randomly.
Just when he was about to give up with a look of distress on his face, the bandaged man had turned into a behemoth twice as tall as him. Not long after, the big man opened his legs and rushed toward him.
You can feel the vibration of the ground with every step you take. Although you are still swaying when you run, as if you will fall at any time, you are so shaky that you don't fall even once.
Little Victor was forced to retreat one after another, but the warehouse was only that big in total, and soon he found that there was only a solid wall left behind him.
"Bang!"
Seeing the other party throwing a huge fist towards him, he hurriedly fell to the ground again. Not to mention, this trick was actually quite effective, and it actually helped him escape again.
Feeling the pain from the flying stone chips on his butt, he glanced up in a hurry, and then crawled under the opponent's crotch using both hands and feet.
"boom!"
The second he left there, the big man clenched his hands and punched the ground violently. The astonishing force made a large hole in the reinforced hard ground.
Immediately afterwards, the other party seemed to finally realize that little Victor was missing, and started looking around randomly.
And almost at this moment—
"Bang!"
The door was finally opened from the outside again.
"Sirius, it's just..." Harry's voice came from the door again, "Uh... this... what's going on?"
"I do not know either!"
Little Victor replied habitually, but unexpectedly, the big man heard him first.
"Roar-"
A violent roar resounded throughout the room, even coming out from the open door, and even the patients on the three floors could hear it clearly.
"Run forward!"
Seeing this, Sirius rushed into the door first, and the wand in his hand quickly reached out.