harry potter book of crimes

With Maka's cautiousness, he naturally checked all the residential areas on the street where Fisher's house is located. Therefore, he was very sure that there was not even a wizard staying in this community, and it was a pure Muggle community.

Of course, people all grow their own legs, so if a wizard comes here occasionally for some reason, it is not something worth making a fuss about.

But now there is a little guest with a very special background living in this family!

No matter what the reason is, Maka doesn't want to be discovered by some caring people. This may be because of his unnecessary pity for an innocent child, or perhaps because the child's biological father will show up again sooner or later...whether it is the former or the latter

, he has reason to take responsibility to protect little Delphi from unnecessary harm.

But it turned out that this time he was worried for nothing.

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"Oh! The child's father, what happened just now?"

Just next door to Fisher's house, a Muggle woman was looking around with surprise, her heart full of doubts. Yes, at that moment, she felt as if she was suddenly thrown into a

In the cold lake water, the sounds of the entire world disappeared in an instant.

"have no idea……"

The man next to her also had a surprised look on his face, his brows furrowed tightly, but his expression was much calmer than that of his wife. He was seen cautiously approaching the door and window, as if he was listening to the sounds outside.

In this street and community, there are always some noisy ambient sounds on weekdays, either from the engines of cars passing by, or from children playing. Even at night, there are often chirping insects and birds, and there is never a moment of silence.

But that's life, it's better to have movement than to be lifeless every day, isn't it?

For example, just now, the moment of silence was really frightening. Although it didn't last long, it was enough to make an ordinary Muggle couple break out in a cold sweat - that kind of silence was really too abnormal.

But at this moment, a rapid and violent crashing sound suddenly sounded from upstairs, like the sound of countless hands hitting the floor, which startled the Muggle woman again.

"Isn't this little bastard still honest?"

After the man heard this, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face. Without saying a word, he turned around suddenly and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"The child's father, just remember to talk, but don't do it again!" The woman hurriedly tried to persuade her, but she only received a cold snort from her man.

"If we don't let him improve his memory, what will happen next time?"

The man went straight upstairs angrily. After a while, there was a knock on the door on the second floor, followed by the man's roar.

"You little bastard! You haven't repaired it enough just now, have you? What are you causing trouble again?"

After a few angry scoldings, the child's cry of pain followed, and there were also faint footsteps as the two men chased and fled.

The child's mother was listening downstairs, and she wanted to rush up to her husband several times to plead with her husband to stop beating the child. But this time her son got into too much trouble - not only did the child break a little fat man's leg, but he also broke the leg of a fat man.

It made other parents almost call the police.

She knew that even if her husband did have a bad temper, spanking the child would indeed have a bad impact on the child, but she shouldn't stop him this time.

However, just when her face was filled with distress and tears filled her eyes, a heavy crash suddenly sounded upstairs. The next second, she was stunned to see her man flying upside down and falling down the stairs.

, it hit the floor with a "bang".

"Oh - the child's father, what's wrong with you -" "Don't come over!"

But the man suddenly stopped his wife and got up from the ground with difficulty. He looked up at the stairs with bright eyes, his expression full of seriousness.

"...So that's it." He held the handrail of the stairs with one hand and supported his waist with the other. A trace of pain flashed across his face, "You little brat... wait downstairs and don't come up."

After that, the man staggered up the stairs again.

There is a horizontal corridor in front of the stairs on the second floor. There are two bedrooms on the right hand side, and a utility room and a small bathroom on the left.

The child's small bedroom is at the end of the corridor on the right, and the bedroom door is ajar at the moment. From the crack in the door, you can see that it is pitch black, and you can't see what is in the room at all.

"Little bastard, I know how you broke little James's leg... Humph, do you think it's not your fault? Let me tell you, you know it yourself whether this was an accident or not!"

The man was leaning against the wall next to the door, speaking coldly, but there was no response from the child in the room. Obviously, the brat didn't want to admit his mistake - he was as stubborn as himself.

"Baby, I'm in -" the man gritted his teeth, "I'm warning you, if you dare to use that kind of power against me again, it won't be as simple as being without food!"

After saying that, his hand hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook his head and gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Fortunately, his threat seemed to have some effect. At least this time he was not levitated directly from the ground like before, and then directly lifted over the handrail of the corridor and carried downstairs.

"Little brat—" "Don't call me little brat! You named me!"

A slightly childish voice sounded from the dark bedroom, and the voice was also full of anger. Although the child's appearance could not be seen, just by listening to the voice, one could tell that he was not very old.

"Humph, okay?" the man said coldly, "Enns, open the curtains!"

"I hate the sun," the child's voice was equally cold, without a hint of good humor, "The switch of the chandelier is right at your hand, why don't you turn it on yourself?"

"Little bastard, are you feeling itchy again? With your attitude, you still want me to call you by your name? Are you worthy of the name I gave you?"

The man cursed angrily, clenched his fist and hit the wall next to him. As the bedroom flickered a few times, the small chandelier placed on the ceiling finally emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire room.

It can be seen that the chaos caused by the father and son chasing and escaping still remains in the room.

Half of the quilt was drooped on the carpet, wrinkled and messy; the pillow was thrown on a small desk, with books and stationery scattered everywhere; the worst thing was the one standing against the wall.

The closet door was knocked crooked and hung sideways, and many of the clothes inside slipped out of the closet door.

And on that wrinkled bed, a little boy who was completely incompatible with strength was hugging his knees, leaning against the headboard with his neck curled up, his eyes looking directly at his father full of

Stubborn.

This child looks to be about ten years old. He has short black hair that just covers his ears. The hair is tangled together and looks messy.

"Why, you still dare to glare at me?" The man glanced at him, "Do you think you have discovered what's so great about you? Huh... How dare you break someone else's leg? Hurry up and give me whatever you need to explain.

Let me make it clear to you!"

When the boy heard the words, he did not open his mouth to argue, but he also seemed to have no intention of explaining what he had done. He just stared at his father with his immature and cold eyes, without saying a word.

"Prefer not to say?"

When the man saw that his son was almost indifferent to his words, the anger in his heart suddenly boiled up again. He took a step forward and was about to walk towards the bed, already clenching his right hand.

"You little brat, you just need to be dealt with!"

As he spoke, he was about to raise his fist, but he didn't expect that his son would dare to fight with him. The next moment, the slender and weak-looking arm had already been stretched out before him, and he gently touched the man's side.

push.

Originally, the boy's palm was determined to only push into the air, but the fact was that his father was directly hit in the chest by an invisible force. The force was so strong that it suddenly made him fall again

He flew out and hit the wall of the room heavily.

"You - ahem -" the man slid from the wall to the floor. After struggling for a while, he managed to hold himself up and coughed a few times with some pain, "Little bastard, do you think you are doing this?"

Who gave you this skill? Ahem...damn it!"

He said this in a low voice, obviously complaining to himself. But the room was very quiet at the moment, and although his voice was soft, it was enough for the boy sitting on the bed to hear it.

"'Who do you think gave it to you'...what do you mean?" The child finally spoke again, his voice not loud but very clear.

The man raised his head in the corner and did not show any surprise at his son's abnormal abilities. Yes, he had been filled with anger since before and showed a different acceptance ability than ordinary Muggles. At this time, he

Squinting his eyes and staring coldly at his son, he was exactly the same as the child just now.

It can be seen from here that the black-haired boy's character was completely inherited from his violent father.

After a while, the man looked at his son from beginning to end before he stood up against the wall. There was still anger in his eyes, but there was more of a depth mixed with memories and contemplation.

"After a while, you will understand without me telling you." He said angrily, "Anyway, don't use it randomly because you think you have some different powers, otherwise I won't be able to save you - besides, you

Do you think you really have complete control?"

When his father said this, the boy immediately flattened his mouth and stopped talking.