harry potter book of crimes

Little Victor is no longer "young", he is nearly forty years old, has a virtuous but nagging wife, and two children, a boy and a girl.

Of course, there is also an old drunkard father who lives alone not far from their house.

Yes, living alone.

To be honest, he had actually considered taking his father back so that the three generations of the family could live together, which would at least make it easier to take care of him. But his wife had no objections, but his father refused to move no matter what.

Therefore, he could only let the old man live alone in the old house, while the couple took turns taking care of him.

As for little Victor's mother... well, speaking of it, he has never seen his mother since he was sensible. In the impression, he was always raised by his father using a sheep-herding method.

Therefore, although the so-called "mother" must have existed, little Victor never knew who she was or what she looked like.

His father, Victor Sr., basically never mentioned his wife, and there were not even half a photo of her at home, as if the woman who gave birth to this fat boy like him in ten months of pregnancy did not exist at all.

That's right, just like why the drunk dad runs to Greenwich Park every day, it's an inexplicable unknown.

Sometimes little Victor even wonders if his father picked him up from that nook and cranny!

And precisely because he has not had a mother since he was a child, little Victor is often teased by other knowledgeable peers. Everyone knows that rumors like this are the easiest to spread - as long as one person finds out, within three days, this will happen.

Things will naturally become public knowledge.

For this reason, his childhood was really difficult.

But to be honest, little Victor has no resentment towards his indifferent father or his unknown mother. After all, he is an optimistic and cheerful person, and has been like this since he was a child. He can feel familiar with everyone he meets.

Chat for a few words.

Therefore, he has no dissatisfaction with his life. Even if the work is harder, the children are naughty, the father is unreliable, and the wife is rude, he is still happy with it.

People like him will definitely not think about things that are too bizarre.

Therefore, today, little Victor thought that the "wizards", "magics", "monsters" and the like before could be regarded as the greatest adventures of his life.

However, he did not expect that things would develop far from that!

"...What, what's going on?"

Little Victor raised his neck and stared into the sky. The monster grabbed the little girl who had explained many "terms unique to the magic world" to him before, and was continuing to rush high into the sky.

But just when he was anxious about it, but knew that there was nothing he could do about it, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the monster that was originally just a translucent gray outline in his eyes gradually became clearer.

Since little Victor has already received "temporary tutoring" from Maka and Frena, he has now understood one thing to some extent - in the eyes of a "Muggle" like him, many things related to magic are

"Can't see clearly" or even "completely invisible".

For example, he couldn't see the magic used by the group of people downstairs just now, so he could only watch stupidly as the monster danced in the middle of the square.

And for that kind of monster, he could only see the silhouette of a ghost, and its movements were like the shaking images on a broken black and white TV.

But at this moment, he gradually became able to see clearly again! What on earth... does this mean?

As the figure in the sky gradually became clearer, the gray transitioned to black, and the shadow quickly solidified. After a few seconds, he saw a monster wearing a black cloak with two points of blood-red light coming from the hood.

Even though the monster had already flown high into the sky at this moment, it was far enough away from him. But when he thought that the monster, which was more terrifying than the evil ghost in the movie, had just passed over his head, his hair suddenly stood up.

.

Full of astonishment, little Victor staggered back two steps again.

"Karangrang——"

A soft sound broke the silence on the roof of the building, and from the sudden sound and the touch from his heels, he realized that he seemed to have touched something.

In a hurry, he glanced back - it was the broom on which the kind little girl flew over not long ago.

Little Victor subconsciously looked up again, and saw that the little girl was still being lifted up in the air by the monster, like a rag doll without any consciousness.

Then, he turned his head silently and glanced at the broom again.

"Now that I can see the monster clearly, then... can I also use this flying broom?"

To be honest, in various rumors, novels and TV series in the past, those witches and the like were flying around on such a broomstick.

Therefore, little Victor is actually not unfamiliar with the idea of ​​a broomstick that can fly.

But... this is "flying"! There are engines and wings on the plane, so it can fly... But what's on the broom? Do you expect those broken branches tied to wooden poles to provide power?

He was puzzled by his confusion, and questioned by his doubts, but there was no hesitation in the movements of his hands for too long.

Because he knew that now he would either run down four or five flights of stairs to find those "wizards" to explain the situation, or he would try to get on a broom to see if he could fly!

But they saw little Victor bend down, take the broom in his hand, then turn it over and stuff it between his legs.

"Hey!"

He bent his knees slightly, then jumped up suddenly, and then was ruthlessly pulled back to the ground by the earth's gravity.

Well, his broom flying career ended like this, and the height of about 5 inches (about 1 cm) was the best record in his life.

Alas! If this turned out to be the case, it would be better not to waste this time in the first place! The delay of nearly ten seconds was enough for him to run to open the door and go downstairs!

What's more, didn't the young gentleman just say it earlier? That monster can easily take away people's lives. Even if it can fly, doesn't it still result in death?

Thinking of this, little Victor was about to throw away the broom in his hand - just run down and ask for help!

"Hey!"

"Get up!"

Maybe he was a little unwilling to give up, or maybe he thought it would be too late to go down and call someone, so he suddenly grabbed the broom handle he was about to put aside, stepped on it again, and jumped twice.

To be honest, it feels really embarrassing for a man in a suit who is nearly forty years old to jump up and down on a broom!

The first time he jumped, he couldn't even jump as high as he did the previous time. The past thirty years have brought him not only fat, but also accumulated fatigue from work and life.

But the second time he jumped, the moment he shouted "get up", he felt an extra layer of air-cushion-like support under his butt, and then he suddenly rose into the air.

"ah!"

Little Victor quickly lowered his body, gripping the broom handle with both hands, and barely managed to maintain his balance on the broom while shaking.

"Oh, it's flying?"

He looked at the roof of the building that was getting further and further away from him, confused and a little scared, but there was also a hint of surprise in the fear.

But soon, his few surprises disappeared without a trace...

"How on earth should I control this thing?"

The broom was still rising high into the sky without stopping for a moment, but that was all. Little Victor, who didn't know how to move forward or backward, or even how to stop the broom from rising, was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Forward!" he shouted, gripping the broom vigorously.

It's a pity that the broomstick does not have voice control. The previous sentence "get up" is purely a startup procedure derived from spiritual will.

In fact, if little Victor hadn't dared to move at all, he would have been scurrying all over the sky due to the movement of the broom handle. It's lucky that he can continue to rise smoothly like this!

You know, not everyone can master it as well as Harry. Even Maka quickly became familiar with how to control a broomstick in the first lesson after learning the specific operations from the book.

But the next moment... I have to say, it seems that little Victor's luck has run out.

Suddenly, he discovered with horror that there seemed to be several pigeons flying towards him to his left, and he was afraid that they would collide with them in a short time.

Of course he wasn't worried that the pigeon would really hit him, after all, he could fly much better than him. He was just worried that he would suddenly panic because something was flying past him.

If you fall from this height...

Little Victor glanced down, and his feet immediately became weak - it was so high, even if he fell on the roof of the building just now, he would be dead. If he leaned any further, he would have to lose his brain. Kiss the sidewalk.

"No, it can't be like this."

When he thought that even if he fell from this height, he would never escape death, wouldn't the little girl far higher up be even more dangerous?

Not to mention, she is now in the hands of such a terrifying monster.

Little Victor was unwilling to give in, and the remaining muscles under his fat body tightened again, causing his hand holding the broom handle to lift slightly by half an inch.

In an instant, he was caught off guard and found that the broom suddenly accelerated his speed and flew to a higher place.

His eyes widened, the wind blew his hair around, and the hat on his head was already spinning and being sent to an unknown distance.

He flew! Really flew!

Although he himself didn't know how he flew, let alone what to do next, the key point was that he really flew!

"...Is this a 'left turn'?"

"ah--"

Little Victor suddenly realized that he might hit the building. (To be continued)