There are many areas of the world that Muggles don't know about, scattered all over the world, silently maintaining a variety of scenery for thousands of years.

Of course, most of the reason why Muggles did not know about these areas was because of the various natural and man-made dangers that existed within them.

Some of the more famous places in these areas include dragon farms in Romania, ghost swamps deep in the Manchuk swamps in the United States, and the world's largest fire crab sanctuary in the Danakil Desert in Ethiopia.

And the father and son of Taon, who had a relationship with Maca next to Fisher's house before, were now slowly moving in a no-man's land completely cut off from the Muggle world, under a violent snowstorm.

This is Iceland, an island country close to the north of the world.

"Sit down and rest."

Walking through the constant snowstorm is physically demanding, and even ordinary wizards will be intimidated by the eerie glacier area that engulfs the blizzard all year round, not to mention the quirky combination of the Squib and the child.

At his father's instructions, Ens pursed his lips and sat down in the leeward of a huge block of ice. Although his whole body was about to be frozen, the stubbornness in his heart still made him unwilling to show half of his cowardice.

Old Ta Weng naturally saw his son's expression, but this time he didn't say anything cruel, but took off the backpack on his back and took out a package.

It was almost impossible to start a fire in the midst of such a blizzard, but he wasn't a real Muggle after all. Soon, when he unwrapped the package and placed a crucible in the snow in front of him, he saw that he took out a small brown paper bag.

When his son Ens saw it, he immediately glanced over here with some curiosity. It's just that he hated his father since he was a child, so he just looked at it and didn't ask a word.

Naturally, the old Taon ignored his son, but opened the brown paper bag by himself, carefully pinched a pinch of red powder with three fingers, and sprinkled it under the crucible in the wind.

As soon as the powder touched the bottom of the thick crucible, a large number of flames burst out with a "bang", burning in the ice and snow.

It was only then that Old Taon poured the contents of the parcel and water into the crucible and boiled it silently.

In fact, since early this morning, the father and son have already set off for this no-man's land with a storm of snow. By now, of course, Ens's stomach was hungry.

But in the midst of this strong wind, the smell of cooking food must not be smelled. Yes, Earns, who had not yet been whetted by the food, just stared at the orange-red flame beneath the crucible, as if he wanted to see it through.

In the eyes of him, who had never been exposed to the wizarding world since he was a child, this magical and strange scene had deeply attracted him. Thinking of the elusive methods that Maca had shown at home before, he couldn't help but have a lot of expectations for wizards and magic.

Of course, he would never ask about his father, not even the slightest bit! Perhaps this is the similarity between the Father and the Son.

Ever since the old Taon had threatened him earlier, the two of them, the older and the younger, had not spoken any unnecessary nonsense, and they still did. After hastily filling up their own half-fill, they rested for a while, and then set out on the road again in spite of the heavy wind and snow.

No, old Taon probably knew, but he didn't explain the slightest bit from beginning to end.

The environment was still harsh, and the storm was blowing as if it would never stop. The warm food he ate just now didn't warm his body for long, and it was only a few minutes before little Anns felt the initial cold stretching to his torso.

As for the limbs? Hey, I've been frozen for a long time and I don't feel much of it!

The legs are moving forward mechanically, and the unstoppable breathing represents the gradual consumption of physical strength, but it also means the loss of calories. After a long time, when little Anns noticed that the already gloomy sky was getting darker, a thought flashed through his young but shrewd heart—was it almost night?

However, at the moment when his little guess was fleeting, the surrounding wind and snow suddenly became much smaller. Without dense snowflakes blocking his vision, he realized that he had actually come to the inside of an amazingly large snow cave.

Directly in front of it, the entire field of vision darkened with the deep blue and white cavern, and behind it, the fierce snowflakes outside the snow cave. This one after the other seems to be worlds apart.

"Rest."

After a short walk inside, probably because he had already walked a lot, but perhaps because it was too dark in the depths, the old Taon always chose to rest in place at this moment.

When he had lit the fire as before, he followed him without taking out the cauldron, but took an unlit torch from his backpack and placed it beside him.

"Sit down, little bunny!" He tugged at the scarf that covered half of his face, shook off the snowflakes off his body at random, and sat down against the ice wall on one side of the cavern.

Little Anns pursed his lips again, and then sat down by the fire reluctantly—of course he was tired, but in his heart he was so reluctant to listen to his father that he sat awkwardly even sitting.

After all, he is just a child who has just entered the rebellious period.

"Boy," after a pause, old Taon continued, "haven't you always wanted to know about your mother?" Lao Tzu will tell you today that what you are walking now is the road to your mother's ancestral land. ”

"Ancestral land?"

Xiao Nes also subconsciously ripped open the thick scarf and repeated this slightly unfamiliar word. As for the feud between him and his father, it has long been washed away by the sudden word "mother".

"This is where the ancestors lived," explained the elder Taon patiently, with rare patience, "Actually, this trip was originally the custom of your mother's family...... Before your mother died, Lao Tzu promised her: if you follow her bloodline and embark on the path of a wizard, Lao Tzu will bring you over and let you go to the end of this snow cave according to her family's rules. ”

"The end? What is that place? Ens asked, a little confused.

Old Taon, however, shook his head at once.

"I haven't been in there either," he said, as if caught up in a memory, and was silent for a moment before continuing, "I followed your mother at that time, and the furthest I got here, and I didn't go any further." ”

"Uh......" Engston Jr. was surprised for a moment, "So, the rest of the road is the first time we've walked it?" ”

"It's not 'us'," Old Taon glanced at his son faintly, "the rest of the road, you go alone, I won't go in with you." ”

When Little Anns heard this, he couldn't help but glance at the torch that was thrown on the ground at random. It was only then that he realized that this torch was only for himself! In this way, even if he has been bold since he was a child, he can't help but feel a chill in his heart that is colder than the temperature around him.

How deep this snow cave was, and whether there were unknown dangers inside, he had no way of knowing here.

"Are you serious, old man?"

It is not too much to call his father "old man", because when the old Taon gave birth to this son, he seemed to be quite old. Of course, Ens has hardly called "Daddy" a few times since he was sensible, and although this "old man" is appropriate, there is some disgust and rejection in it.

But at this moment, there was only astonishment and a trace of irrepressible fear in his heart.

"Hey, scared?" Old Taon sneered disdainfully, "If you're afraid of death, then say it straight - I can take you home at any time, and then you will grow up honestly and become an ordinary person who can't do magic." What do you think? If you've decided, let me know. ”

With that, he shrunk his neck, turned his head to the fire, and paid no more attention to his son.

Although I am now in a snow cave, the blizzard outside has little effect, but the cold is still there. In the midst of the snow and ice, numb hands and feet and frozen cheeks were constantly warning Ens, and they continued to intensify the fear in his heart.

Looking at the bottomless darkness in the depths of the snow cave, little Ens craned his body and sat on the warm fire with his knees folded. He only felt that everything around him was shouting to him - give up! Go home! What's so bad about being an ordinary person?

Oh, yes! Although this father, who is always fierce and rude, and even punches and kicks himself, is not qualified at all, at least he raised himself to such a big age. Except for the barbaric treatment that was often unbearable for him, there was no mistreatment in what he ate and drank.

What could be more unbearable than the fear of the unknown? When you have enough skills and move out to live alone, won't all the bad things end?

A single-parent child like Anns Jr., coupled with his father's constant beating and scolding, tends to be much more precocious than his peers. Even though there are still many things he doesn't understand in his short life, the most basic independent thinking has been secretly erected.

It's just that under his uncomplicated thinking, the word "mother" has always been swirling in his mind, lingering for a long time.

"I'll go," he said coldly at last, "dead old man!" ”