harry potter book of crimes

boom!"

"Bang——"

The patient, whose head was covered with bandages, was violently thrown into the air by an invisible force. Then, after a close contact with the ceiling, he fell heavily back to the bedding on which he was originally lying.

Little Victor half-raised the "little wooden stick" in his hand, stunned by what happened in front of him - what happened just now?

In his eyes, it was almost like a blur before his eyes. He didn't even realize that he seemed to have caused some amazing changes until the guy fell back onto the floor.

"What are you doing! Come on..."

"Murder! A dark wizard has infiltrated St. Mungo's! Help—"

To be honest, as a Muggle, Old Victor's reaction was quite quick. But even so, he still didn't have time to finish his words and was suddenly interrupted by the shouts of other injured patients.

Immediately afterwards, the panic caused by that exclamation quickly spread in the room.

After Old Victor realized that it was impossible for him to speak over the growing commotion, he simply stopped talking and stuffed the remaining bread into his mouth with a bored look on his face and started chewing.

However, although Old Victor obviously felt that the people in the room were making too much fuss, he really couldn't blame them.

The previous disaster in which everyone was in danger had just subsided, and everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of fear. It has to be said that it is human nature to become frightened when something abnormal happens.

What's more, who would have expected that there would be injured patients in this ward suddenly... flying into the air like that?

Everyone who witnessed the "bandage brother" hitting the ceiling probably didn't feel like they were in pain all over!

However, as the ward, whose door could not be opened from the inside, gradually became chaotic, the panic situation inevitably affected little Victor, who was a little distracted.

In fact, he just wanted to borrow the wand in the bandage man's arms to try it out at first, and he had long been prepared that nothing would happen no matter how he waved it.

But he never expected that there would be such a big movement just after he took out the small wooden stick.

To be honest, he was really scared.

But just as he stared blankly at the bandaged man at his feet who seemed to have fallen badly, the noise and chaos in the room forced him back to reality, and noisy and low shouts kept drilling into his ears.

"Dark Wizard!"

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

"Help! Let me out quickly——"

All the injured were trying to stay away from him as much as possible, and many of them went to the door and knocked hard.

Just because a "suspicious dark wizard" appeared in the house, the original house arrest seemed to have instantly turned into a slaughterhouse, with many people shouting and screaming.

Of course, maybe it's because these people all have some similarities that Maka gathered them all here and restricted their movements, right?

As for Victor and his son, it is obvious that they have become two anomalies among them.

"No, no, no, I'm not a 'dark wizard';..."

Little Victor is actually fine. He doesn't feel annoyed because so many people wrongly accuse him, and he doesn't think he has suffered any injustice.

The accident just now was indeed caused by his impulsiveness, which was obviously true... Not only that, he was kind-hearted by nature and even felt deeply guilty and worried about the bandaged brother on the ground.

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

That's right! Little Victor can guarantee it - it's really just a little bit.

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

Just as he was subconsciously waving his hands in an attempt to defend himself, the wand still held in his right hand suddenly flashed with light.

Immediately afterwards, another invisible force suddenly spurted out from the tip of the stick and flew diagonally towards the pile of wooden crates stacked against the wall.

"Bang! Crack-"

As a box suddenly fell apart, lots of dried herbs were scattered all over the floor.

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

"Expelliarmus!"

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

Little Victor, who was still far from adapting to the curse, didn't know what to do. He only saw the red color magnifying in his field of vision. He was so frightened that he raised his arms reflexively and hurriedly covered his head.

But just as the wand in his hand moved in front of him almost unconsciously, everyone discovered that the disarming spell had actually shifted slightly along the arc drawn by the tip of the wand, and pressed close to his side."

"Slid" over.

People who saw this scene immediately became more frightened.

"Bang!"

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

"What happened! Why are you breaking down the door so early in the morning?"

This question coming from outside the door not only received no answer from anyone, but instead seemed to become a signal to escape.

The next second, almost everyone in the room began to rush out. The guy who opened the door didn't even show his face, and was quickly squeezed into an unknown corner.

"Hey! No, I really..."

After little Victor touched his body and found that he seemed to be fine, he saw the scene of everyone running away.

Unfortunately, because everything just happened so fast, he still hasn't realized the source of the problem. While he was speaking, he subconsciously stretched out his damn right hand.

"Bang!"

Okay! Among the people who were crowding towards the door, another unlucky guy suddenly flew into the sky.

"Idiot! Don't move!"

Perhaps because everyone was squeezing out, the yelling became much less frequent than before. But this time, old Victor, who had seized the opportunity, finally accurately conveyed his words to his son's ears.

inside.

"What?"

Little Victor immediately turned his head and found that his father was behind a wooden box. When he saw him looking over, the old man rolled his eyes at him.

"I said - don't move!"

Little Victor still listened to his father's words. If they could be given a few more seconds now, maybe everything would come to an end.

However, God's script does not seem to be written that way - I mean, if little Victor, a Muggle, still believes in God after seeing so many bizarre and magical scenes.

"Fainted..." "Wait!"

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

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

At about the same time, the fire representing the coma spell suddenly passed over it, and by coincidence, it hit the "Bandage Brother" not far away from little Victor again.

I don’t know what kind of evil this brother had done in his previous life. This time he no longer flew into the air but flew sideways - there was a muffled "bang" sound, and he immediately rolled and hit the corner of the wall ten feet away.

"You didn't say anything at all... Did you really fall to death just now?"

I don't know what the crazy little Victor was thinking. He was lying on the ground in shock, but he still had time to worry about that buddy.

"faint--"

"I asked you all to wait!"

Hearing the sound of incantation behind him, it seemed that he was going to continue again. He hurriedly rolled to the side twice more, and then he realized that the wizard who missed a hit and wanted to re-attack seemed to be stopped by someone.

Moreover, why does the voice of the dissuader sound familiar?

Turning over in a hurry, little Victor quickly raised his head and looked towards the door - it was that young man! His name was... Harry? Harry Potter?

"Mr. Potter!"

When he saw an acquaintance, he felt as if he had finally found a savior, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

Harry at the door actually heard little Victor's excited shouts for the first time, but unfortunately he was in too much chaos at the moment.

Although he stretched out his arms to grab the panicked person who just cast a spell blindly, he still couldn't squeeze in.

In fact, it was still quite difficult for Harry to force his way in when everyone was running outside.

"Who can tell me! What happened?"

He yelled helplessly, and then he heard everyone around him talking about "dark wizard", "killer" and other similar words.

"Dark wizard?"

Harry was already a little depressed being squeezed into the crowd, but hearing what they said made him even more depressed.

"What dark wizard? Are you referring to the Muggle gentleman?"

As soon as he said these words, Harry seemed to have thought of something, and a chill suddenly rose up behind him.

He himself had his body taken over by that Haierbo back then, and to this day, he is probably the only one who has taken back his body after being controlled by it.

He is also very clear about the terrible feeling of having his control completely snatched away.

Is it possible that little Mr. Victor was also "selected" by Haierbo? Uh... can even Muggles be possessed and controlled by Haierbo?

Harry didn't know about "whether Haierbo could snatch a Muggle's body", but he knew that it was obviously not impossible.

"Oops... Helbo has sneaked into St. Mungo's! By the way, and Maka happened to be away... Doesn't this mean that the guy was targeting Maka when she left?"

He and Ron were just talking about going to the sixth floor to practice! Who knew that Haierbo would come so quickly, leaving them no chance to call in all the people?

"Everyone, come out and leave this ward immediately! Immediately!"

Harry himself hurriedly retreated. (To be continued)