"Bang!"

"Bang-"

The patient, whose head was covered in bandages, was thrust into the air by an invisible force, and then, after a close contact with the ceiling, fell back to the bed where he had been lying.

Little Victor half-held the "little stick" in his hand, stunned by what was happening in front of him - what had just happened?

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

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

"Murder! The Dark Wizard has infiltrated St. Mungo! Help—"

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

Immediately after, the panic caused by that exclamation quickly spread through the room.

Old Victor, after realizing that his words could not overshadow the growing commotion, simply stopped making noise, and stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth and munched on it with a sullen expression.

It's just that, although old Victor obviously thinks that these people in the room are making too much fuss, in fact, he can't blame them.

The previous disaster that everyone was in danger of just stopped, and everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of fear.

What's more, who would have thought that there would be injuries in this ward all of a sudden...... Just like that, it flew into the air?

Of all the people who witnessed the "big brother bandage" hitting the ceiling, I am afraid that there is no one who does not feel that he is also in pain!

However, just as the door of the ward, which could not be opened from the inside, gradually became a mess, the panicked situation inevitably affected little Victor, who was a little distracted.

In fact, he only wanted to borrow the wand in the bandage man's arms at first, and he was ready for nothing to happen no matter how much he wielded it.

But he didn't expect that when he pulled out the small wooden stick, there would be such a big movement.

To be honest, he was really scared.

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

"Dark wizard!"

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

"Help! Get me out—"

The wounded were trying to stay away from him as much as possible, and many of them knocked hard at the door.

The original house arrest was because there was a "suspicious dark wizard" in the house, as if it had become a slaughterhouse in an instant, and there were really not a few people who shouted.

Of course, maybe it's because these people have some similarities that Maca has concentrated them all here and restricted her movements, right?

As for Victor and his son, it is clear that they are two outliers among them at the moment.

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

Little Victor was actually fine, he didn't feel annoyed by so many people who blamed him, and he didn't think that he had suffered any wrongs.

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

But if you have to ask him how he feels about being hostile to so many people right now...... I guess I'm a little panicked!

That's right! Little Victor promises that there really is only a little bit of it.

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

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

Immediately after, another invisible force erupted from the tip of the staff, flying diagonally towards the pile of wooden crates stacked against the wall.

"Bang! Whoa—"

As a box suddenly fell apart, a large number of dried herbs were suddenly scattered all over the ground.

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

"Except for your weapons!"

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

Little Victor, who was still far from being accustomed to the spell, didn't know what to do, he only saw the red instantly enlarged in his field of vision, so frightened that he reflexively raised his arm and hurriedly blocked his head.

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

People who saw this scene immediately became more afraid.

"Bang!"

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

"What's going on! Why slam the door this early in the morning? ”

This questioning voice from outside the door not only did not get an answer from anyone, but it seemed to be a signal to escape.

In the next second, almost everyone in the room began to pour out. The guy who opened the door didn't even show his face, and was soon 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 where everyone was running away.

Unfortunately, because everything just happened so quickly, he still didn't realize the root of the problem. I saw that while he was speaking, he subconsciously stretched out his damn right hand.

"Bang!"

Okay! In the crowd that was crowding towards the door, another unlucky ghost flew into the sky with a "poof".

"Idiot! Don't move! ”

Maybe it's because everyone is squeezing out, and the sound of blind screaming has become much less than just now. And this time, the old Victor, who had seized the right time, finally accurately reached his son's ears.

"What?"

Little Victor immediately turned his head, only to find his father behind a wooden crate. When he saw him look over, the old man rolled his eyes and showed him.

"I said—don't move!"

Little Victor still listened to his old man, and if he could give them a few more seconds at this time, maybe everything would be over.

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 bizarre and magical scenes.

"Fainted......" "Wait!"

This time, two voices rang out at the same time, and they seemed to be coming from outside the door behind little Victor.

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

At about the same time, the flame representing the stun spell suddenly swept over it, and coincidentally hit the "bandage brother" not far from little Victor again.

I don't know what this brother did in his previous life, but this time he stopped flying in the air and flew sideways—only to hear a muffled "bang", and he rolled and crashed into the corner of the wall ten feet away.

"There was no sound...... Did you really fall to your death just now? ”

I don't know what little Victor thinks about his thick nerves, lying on the ground in shock, but he still has the time to worry about that buddy.

"Faint—"

"I'll make you all wait!"

Hearing the sound of the incantation behind him, he hurriedly rolled to the side twice, only to realize that the wizard who missed the blow and wanted to reissue it seemed to have been stopped.

And, how is the voice of the dissuasor so familiar?

Turning over again in a hurry, little Victor quickly looked up at the door—it was the young man! Call...... Called Harry? Harry Potter?

"Mr. Potter!"

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

Harry at the door really heard little Victor's excited shouts for the first time, but unfortunately his side was too chaotic at the moment.

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

In fact, it was still quite difficult for Harry to be able to force his way in while everyone was running out.

"Can anyone tell me! What's going on? ”

He shouted helplessly, only to hear the people around him all viing with each other to say "dark wizard", "murdered" and other similar words.

"Dark wizard?"

Harry was already a little depressed when he was squeezed into the crowd, and hearing them say this suddenly made him even more depressed.

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

As soon as he said this, Harry seemed to think of something, and a chill rose behind him.

He had been possessed by that Helmo himself, and to this day, he was probably the only one to have taken it back after being taken over.

He was also very clear about the terrible feeling of being completely robbed of control.

Could it be that little Mr. Victor was also "chosen" by Helbo? Belch...... Can even Muggles be controlled by Helmpo's possession?

Harry didn't know if Helbo could snatch a Muggle's body, but he knew it was obviously possible.

"Oops...... Helmo has infiltrated St. Mungo! By the way, and Maca just didn't happen to be there...... Doesn't that mean that guy was aiming at Maca when he left? ”

He and Ron were still discussing going to the sixth floor to practice! Who knew that Helmo would come so quickly, so they didn't even have a chance to call all the people.

"Come out, get out of this room at once! Immediately! ”

Harry himself hurried out.