Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Victor is an old professor and a "less respected" old professor of astrophysics.

Because of his long-term drinking, he was half asleep and awake almost every day, so his neighbors also respected him while he was disgusted.

But he didn't care, because for him, this life would almost pass. One more friend and one less friend has no effect at all-it will be the same after being buried in the soil anyway.

However, he seemed to care about one thing.

Even now that you have retired from your professorship, you no longer need to bring students to do research projects. But he chose to continue "work" ...

Yes, even if he is a volunteer volunteer, he will go out every morning on time, and he hasn't fallen for almost a day.

This morning, Old Victor once again got up from the bed on time. He put on his clothes, brought a jug, and went to the volunteer center to collect tools as usual.

Now, it's noon.

To be honest, there are many tourists here. With more tourists, even if everyone's quality is good, there will always be such garbage.

Coupled with the recent snowfall, this is even harder for the old Victor.

However, even on a day when the snow-cleared car was closed for Christmas, he would still come here silently, and it was a whole day.

After a while, Old Victor finally stopped slowly.

I saw that he looked up and scratched his aching old waist. Then he pulled out a stainless steel hip flask from his pocket, and unscrewed the lid to pour two or three sips into his mouth.

To others, this big winter sip is a warm-up; but to Old Victor, this is simply a fool of his gradually waking mind.

"Ahem—"

Victor coughed twice, followed by putting the jug back on and tightening it, and put it back in his pocket.

"Damn stainless steel tank ..."

He kicked to the snow beside his feet for no apparent reason, but nothing happened except a few snow splashes.

The old Victor did not renew his nerves. Instead, he lifted up the garbage bag and continued to pick up some garbage from the horns in the snow-filled square.

Let's do it for a while, and then it's time to fix today's lunch.

"Why am I still alive ..."

He muttered in a low voice, not even himself.

...

At the same time, Maca, who had just left the Fishers's house, appeared here at the gate of the park, southeast of London and on the south bank of the Thames.

In fact, just looking for a Muggle expert to ask about the meteorite fall, he's a little bit troubled now.

For someone who doesn't know anything about astronomical observation, let alone how to intercept meteorites ... even "where to go to ask about this" will be a very big problem.

But if you think about it, you can at least think of a way.

That is-"Observatory".

And if you want to find an observatory in the United Kingdom, the first time Maca thinks of it is the Greenwich Observatory that determined the prime meridian and divided the earth into two parts.

Maca is now standing in front of Greenwich Park where this famous observatory is located.

It was a long day of clear skies yesterday and it didn't let the snow in London fade a bit. Even though it is not snowing today, the gloom in the sky is more or less understandable. When the next snow is uncertain, it will fall coldly.

Maca glanced from side to side. There was a lot of Muggles going in and out of this park because of the Christmas holiday. Everyone stepped on the snow on the ground, making a continuous creak ...

Yes, the snow here has long been trampled by people.

He shrugged, no longer delaying time, and raised his leg to join the "creaking army" that will solidify the snow here, all the way to the park.

Speaking of which, the number of times Maca has been working in Muggle World in recent years is not too small, and sometimes he will move through the Muggle crowd. Just to talk about opportunities to really get in touch with Muggles, there are still very few.

Now returning to Muggle society, when he finds that he really wants to talk to Muggle again, he actually notices a sense of strangeness emerging from his heart.

But I do n’t know if it should be “coincidentally”? It's time to say "unfortunately" ... Just as he was surrounded by this slightly inconsistent feeling, a middle-aged uncle walking in front of him suddenly paused, and then looked around.

Immediately, Marka saw him turn around and walked towards him.

"Sir, have you seen an old volunteer man picking up trash in the park? He is very old and has fluffy white hair. The volunteer suit should be an old gray-brown coat ... "

Speaking, the middle-aged uncle added apologetically:

"Uh, by the way, he should have a strong smell of wine when he approaches, especially easy to identify."

When he suddenly asked, Maca shuddered slightly before shaking her head.

"Sorry, I don't think I've met him ... I suggest you ask someone else."

"Oh! Really? But thank you for your answer ... Maybe you don't know, that's my father. But he was drunk every day, and he was stubborn to be a cleaning volunteer ... My wife and I are When he wanted to send him lunch, he often couldn't find anyone else, because his route was never fixed ... "

The uncle smiled, but instead of looking for someone else as Maca said, he went on to have a hard time with Maca. Looking at his familiar appearance, Maca could only continue to talk to him.

Although he had a lot of methods to drive him away without any traces, it didn't seem necessary, after all, people didn't prevent him from walking.

"Then have you asked him why he should be a volunteer?" Maca looked at him casually as he walked, "presumably your father should be very old, right?"

"Yeah!" The other sighed. "My wife and I persuaded him many times, but he insisted on doing it and didn't listen to anything! What's worse, he never told me why-every time The next time I asked about it, he drunk hard and lost his temper ... "

The two walked side by side, as far as they went, the uncle said for a long time. But if you look closely, you can see that although he never stopped talking, he never forgot the original intention of looking for his father, and glanced around every few steps.

Fortunately, although this Greenwich Park is very large, it is also very wide and flat. When people walk in the middle, there are basically buildings on both sides that do not block the line of sight. It is difficult to see what is missing when you walk all the way.

It is a pity that the "drinker father" in the mouth of this middle-aged uncle does not seem to be in the first half of the park, so the two walked to the hillside deep in the park.

Go further and wait for the top of the **** to be where the observatory is located. I don't know if the other person's father will be there.

After a while, a red brick wall and white railings finally came in front of Maca, and he stopped here a little.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly said:

"Oh sir, are you going to visit there?"

"Yeah, go in and see ..."

Maca nodded and looked at the small square in front of the building, where a statue of a character stood.

The middle-aged man saw that he really wasn't going to leave anymore, so he waved goodbye to him, and then went back to the observatory with a bit of interest.

After leaving the son of the drunkard's father and saying no to his son, Maca no longer interfered, and hurried away in the direction of the building.

It was just that the closer he got, the more he wondered--what exactly was this place?

"... 'Old Royal Observatory'?"

Looking at the nameplate at the door, Maca tilted her head inexplicably.

...

Not to mention the confused Maca, at this time, on the other side, the middle-aged uncle who had just walked all the way to Maca was walking along the road around the back of the observatory.

The trees here are obviously much denser than the front, and perhaps because tourists are too far away from the main entrance, tourists are obviously scarce.

And when he walked for a while ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After his vision widened, a snow-covered garden filled his entire vision at once.

"Oh, here it is ..." He looked at the back of the garden, and then shook his head. "Well, I've looked for it before, so where else can it be?"

After so many words to himself, he shouted and went forward.

"Hey! Dad--it's time for lunch--"

"To shut up!"

As soon as the figure heard the figure, he immediately turned around and snarled in a full breath. Just listening to that voice, but you don't have to have a son.

"You have to eat it yourself! I'll drink enough--"

After all, when I saw the old Victor throwing away the garbage bag, he really took out his jug and mumbled several mouthfuls.

When the middle-aged man saw his dad started to gamble and drink alcohol, he hurried over to grab the hip flask, and then pushed the bag that he had been holding forward.

"Don't drink, eat after ..." He said only halfway, but turned around in a hurry. "No, no, Ticks, if I hear you agree to drink, I'll be finished! I said, dad, you Just think for my son, stop drinking? "

"Do you care about Lao Tzu?"

Old Victor said so, but instead of grabbing his own jug, he picked up the bag the son had handed over.

"Boy, give it back when I finish eating, don't forget it!"

He said, walking with a bag and trying to sit down on a bench not far away to fill up his stomach full of alcohol, but inadvertently saw a young man coming here.

Seeing that, seems to be looking for one of their father and son?

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