Chapter 950 From Muggles to Dark Wizards

"boom!"

"Boom—"

The patient, whose head was covered with bandages, was suddenly thrown into the air by an invisible force, and after making close contact with the ceiling once, he fell heavily back to the bedding where he was originally lying on.

Little Victor half-raised the "little wooden stick" in his hand, and was stunned by what happened before him—what happened just now?

In his eyes, it was almost a flash in front of his eyes, and he didn't even realize what amazing changes he seemed to have caused after the guy fell back on the floor again.

"What are you doing, kid! Hurry up..."

"Murder! Dark wizards have infiltrated St. Mungo's! Help—"

To be honest, as a Muggle, Old Victor's reaction was pretty quick. But even so, he still couldn't finish his sentence in time, and was interrupted by the shouts of other injured patients.

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

After the old Victor found that it was impossible for him to speak to cover up the more and more riots, he simply stopped talking, stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth with a bored expression, and began to chew.

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

The previous disaster where everyone was in danger has just stopped, and everyone is still immersed in the aftertaste of fear. It has to be said that it is human nature to become frightened when something abnormal happens like this.

What's more, who would have expected that there would be an injured patient in this ward who would suddenly... just fly into the air like that?

Of all the people who witnessed that "Brother Bandage" hit the ceiling, I'm afraid there is no one who didn't feel that he was also aching all over!

However, just as the ward, where the door couldn't be opened from the inside, gradually became chaotic, the flustered situation inevitably affected the somewhat absent-minded little Victor.

In fact, he just wanted to use the wand in the bandage man's arms to try it out at first, and he was already prepared that nothing would happen to him no matter how he waved it.

But no matter what, he never expected that such a big movement would happen just after he pulled out the small wooden stick.

To be honest, he was really intimidated.

But when he was staring blankly at the man in bandages who seemed to have fallen badly at his feet, the noise and chaos in the room forced him back to reality, and the noisy and low-pitched voices kept drilling into his ears.

"Dark Wizard!"

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

"Help! Let me out-"

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.

The original house arrest seemed to have turned into a slaughterhouse in an instant because of a "suspicious dark wizard" in the house, and there were not a few people who yelled.

Of course, perhaps it is because these people have some similarities that Maca gathers them here and restricts their actions?

As for Victor and his son, they have clearly become two outliers among them right now.

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

Little Victor was actually alright, he didn't feel annoyed because so many people wronged him, and he didn't think he had suffered any injustice.

The accident just now was indeed caused by his impulsiveness, which is obviously true... Not only that, he was born kind, and he was still deeply guilty and worried about the bandaged brother on the ground.

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

That's right! Little Victor can assure you—it’s really only a tiny bit.

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

Just as he was subconsciously waving his hands again and again, trying to defend himself, the wand that was still in his right hand suddenly flashed with light.

And then,

Another invisible force suddenly spewed out from the tip of the staff, flying obliquely towards the pile of wooden crates stacked against the wall.

"Bang! Crash—"

With a box suddenly falling apart, a lot of dried herbs were scattered all over the ground.

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

"Disarm you!"

It is unknown who cast a disarming spell suddenly, and the red brilliance passed over everyone's heads like lightning, and rushed towards Little Victor.

Little Victor, who was still far from being used to the spell, didn't know what to do. He only saw the smear of red instantly magnify in his field of vision, so frightened that he raised his arms reflexively, and hastily blocked his head.

But when the magic wand in his hand was almost unconsciously slid across in front of him, everyone found that the disarming curse had shifted a little along the arc drawn by the tip of the wand, sticking close to his side for a moment. slip" past.

Those who saw this scene immediately became more frightened.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the door that everyone couldn't open was suddenly opened from the outside.

"What happened! Why did you smash the door this early in the morning?"

The voice of questioning from outside the door not only did not get anyone's answer, but it seemed to be a signal to escape.

In the next second, almost everyone in the room started rushing 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 realized 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 root of the problem. I saw that while he was talking, he subconsciously stretched out his damn right hand.

"Boom!"

Well! Among the crowd that was rushing towards the door, another unlucky ghost flew into the sky with a "boo".

"Fool! Don't move!"

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

"what?"

Little Victor turned his head immediately, only to find that his father was behind a wooden crate. When he saw him looking over, the old man even rolled his eyes to show him.

"I said—don't move!"

Little Victor still listened to his father very much. If he could give them a few more seconds at this moment, everything might come to an end here.

However, God's script doesn't seem to be written that way - I mean, if little Victor, a Muggle, still believes in God after seeing so many strange and magical sights.

"Stupid..." "Wait!"

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

Little Victor, who had just been almost hit by magic, immediately lay down on the spot when he heard a shout that seemed to be a spell.

And at about the same time, the flame representing the Stunning Spell suddenly passed over it, and it was a coincidence that it hit the "Brother Bandage" not far from Little Victor again.

I don't know what evil this brother did in his previous life, this time he stopped flying into the air instead of flying horizontally - only heard a muffled "bang", he immediately rolled and crashed into a corner ten feet away.

"I didn't make a sound... Did I fall to my death just now?"

If you want to say that little Victor's rough nerves don't know what he is thinking, lying on the ground in shock, but still has time to worry about that buddy.

"faint--"

"I told you all to wait!"

Hearing the sound of chanting the incantation seemed to continue again, he hastily rolled to the side two more times, and then realized that the wizard who missed a hit and wanted to reissue it seemed to be stopped by someone.

Moreover, why is the voice of the dissuader so familiar?

Turning over in a hurry, little Victor quickly raised his head and looked at the door—it was that young man! Called... called Harry? Harry Potter?

"Mr. Potter!"

The moment he saw an acquaintance, he immediately shouted at the top of his voice, as if he had finally waited for a savior.

Harry at the door really heard little Victor's excited cry for the first time, but it's a pity that his side is too chaotic right now.

Although he stretched out his arms and grabbed the panicked man who had just cast the spell, he still couldn't squeeze inside.

In fact, Harry was able to force his way in while everyone was running out, which was still quite a feat.

"Who can tell me! What happened?"

He yelled helplessly, and only then did he hear people around him scrambling to say "black wizard", "killed someone" and other similar words.

"Dark wizard?"

Harry was already a little bored being squeezed into the crowd, but hearing what they said, he suddenly became even more depressed.

"What dark wizard? Are you referring to that Mr. Muggle?"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Harry seemed to have thought of something, and a chill suddenly rose behind his back.

At the beginning, he himself had been occupied by that Hai Erbo, and even today, he is probably the only one who has regained his body after being controlled.

He also knows all too well the terrible feeling of being completely robbed of control.

Could it be that little Mr. Victor was also "chosen" by Hai Erbo? Uh... can even Muggles be possessed by Hai Erbo?

Harry didn't know "whether Haierpo could snatch the body of a Muggle", but he knew that it was obviously possible.

"Oops... Haierbo sneaked into St. Mungo's! By the way, and Maca happened to be away... Doesn't this mean that that guy aimed at the time when Maca left?"

He and Ron were still discussing going to practice on the sixth floor just now! Who knew that Hai Erbo would come so fast that they didn't even have a chance to call everyone together.

"Come out, leave this ward immediately! Immediately!"

Harry himself hastily backed out.