Chapter 605 Father and Son

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

Of course, people grow their own legs, and it is not something worth making a fuss about when wizards come here for some reason.

But now there is a young guest with a very special identity and background living in this family!

Whatever the reason, Maca doesn't want to be perceived as abnormal by some interested people. This may be because of his needless pity for an innocent child, or it may be because the child's biological father will show up again sooner or later... Whether it is the former or the latter, he has reasons to take responsibility to protect little Delphi, Don't let her suffer unnecessary harm.

But it turns out that this time he was worrying for nothing.

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

Right next door to Fisher's house, a Muggle woman was looking around in surprise and doubt. Yes, at that moment just now, she felt as if she was suddenly thrown into a icy lake, and the sound of the whole world disappeared in an instant.

"do not know……"

The man next to her also looked surprised and frowned tightly, but his demeanor was much calmer than his wife's. I saw him cautiously approaching the door and window, as if he was listening to the sound from outside.

There are always noisy ambient sounds in this street area on weekdays, or the engines of cars passing by, or children playing, even at night, there are often insects and birds, and there is no silence for a moment.

But this is life, it's better to have movement than to be dead every day, isn't it?

Just like just now,

That moment of silence was truly frightening. Although it didn't last long, it was enough to make an ordinary Muggle couple break out in a cold sweat. The silence was just too abnormal.

But at this moment, a rapid and violent impact suddenly sounded from upstairs. It seemed that countless hands were constantly beating the floor, which shocked the Muggle woman again.

"This little bastard, isn't he honest?"

When the man heard this, a hint of anger appeared on his face. He turned around abruptly without saying a word, and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"My child's father, just remember to say what you say, but don't do it again!" The woman hurriedly persuaded, but only got a cold snort from her own man.

"If you don't let him increase his memory, next time he will be in trouble?"

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.

"Little bastard! You haven't repaired enough just now, have you? What are you making a fuss about?"

After a few reprimands full of anger, the child's painful cries followed, and there were faint footsteps of the two chasing and fleeing.

The child's mother was listening downstairs, and several times wanted to rush up and beg her husband to stop beating the child. But this time, my son caused too much trouble. This child not only broke the leg of a little fat man, but also caused his parents to almost call the police.

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

However, at the very moment when her face was full of distress and tears were in her eyes, there was a heavy impact sound upstairs. The next second, she was stunned to see that her man fell down the stairs and hit the floor with a "bang".

"Oh, dad, 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 upstairs with piercing eyes, his expression full of seriousness.

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

After all, the man staggered up the stairs again.

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

The door to the child's cubicle was ajar at the end of the corridor on the right. You could see through the crack of the door that it was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was going on in the room.

"Little brat, I know how you broke the leg of little James... Hmph, do you think it's not your fault? Let me tell you, you know in your own mind whether this incident was an accident or not!"

The man leaned against the wall by the door and said coldly, but there was no response from the child in the room. Obviously, that brat didn't want to admit that he was as stubborn as himself.

"Little brat, I'm coming in." The man gritted his teeth and said, "I warn you, if you dare to use that kind of power to deal with me and you, it won't be as simple as having nothing to eat!"

After that, he hesitated a little with his hand, then shook his head quickly, and gently pushed open the bedroom door.

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

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

A slightly immature voice sounded from the dark bedroom, and that voice was also full of anger. Although he couldn't see the child's appearance, just by hearing the voice, he knew that he shouldn't be very old.

"Hmph, okay?" The man said coldly, "Ens, open the curtains!"

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

"Little brat, your skin is itchy again? With your attitude, you still want me to call you by your name? Do you deserve the name I gave you?"

The man cursed angrily, clenched his fist and slammed it on the wall beside him. After a few flickers in the bedroom, the small chandelier on the ceiling finally shone brightly, illuminating the entire room.

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

Half of the quilt had been drooped on the carpet, and the wrinkles were all over the mess; the pillows were thrown on a small desk, and the books and stationery on it were scattered everywhere; the worst thing was the one standing against the wall. The closet was broken, and even the door was knocked crooked, hanging on one side obliquely, and many of the clothes inside slipped out of the closet door.

And on that crumpled bed, a little boy who was completely unfit for strength was hugging his knees, leaning against the headboard with his neck curled up, his eyes looking straight at his father were full of stubborn.

The child looked about ten years old, with black and soft short hair that could just cover the ears, and the hair was tangled together, looking messy.

"Why, you still dare to stare at your father?" The man glanced at him, "Do you think you have discovered what is so great about you? Hmph...you dare to break other people's legs? You old man, let me make it clear!"

The boy heard the words, but he didn't open his mouth to argue, but he also didn't seem to want to explain what he had done. He just stared at his father with that immature and cold gaze, without saying a word.

"Prefer not to say?"

The man saw that his son was almost indifferent to his words, and the anger in his heart suddenly boiled up again, and he was about to walk towards the bed, his right hand was already clenched.

"You little son of a bitch, you are simply in need of cleaning up!"

As he spoke, he was about to raise his fist, but he didn't expect that his son would dare to fight him. The next moment, the seemingly slender arm was stretched out before him, and it gently pushed towards the man.

Originally, the boy's palm was determined to be pushed into the air, but the fact is that his father was directly hit on the chest by an invisible force. That force was astonishingly strong, and he flew upside down again in an instant, hitting the wall of the room heavily.

"You cough cough..." The man slipped from the wall and fell to the floor. After struggling for a while, he barely supported himself and coughed dryly with some pain, "Little brat, who do you think gave you these abilities?" Yours? Ahem...Damn it!"

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

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

The man raised his head from the corner, showing no expression of surprise at his son's abnormal ability. Yes, from before, while he was full of anger, he showed a different ability to accept than ordinary Muggles. At this moment, he just squinted his eyes and stared at his son coldly, which was exactly the same as that child's expression just now.

It can be seen from this that the black boy's character is completely inherited from his irritable father.

After a while, the man who looked at his son again from the beginning to the end stood up propped up against the wall. There was still anger in his eyes, but more of them were the profundity mixed with memories and contemplation.

"After a while, you kid will understand without me telling you." He said angrily, "In short, don't use your power indiscriminately because you think you have a little different power, or I won't be able to save you. Can it really be fully controlled?"

Hearing what his father said, the boy immediately flattened his mouth and stopped talking.

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