Chapter 916 Being a Muggle Is Not a Muggle

Little Victor is no longer "young", nearly forty years old, with a virtuous but nagging wife, and two children, a boy and a girl.

And, of course, an old drunk father who lives alone not far from their house.

Yes, living alone.

To be honest, he had already considered taking his father back to live with the three generations of the family, so that at least it would be convenient for him to take care of him. But the wife had no objection, but his father refused to move anyway.

Therefore, he can only let the old man live in the old house alone, and the couple take turns to take care of it.

As for little Victor's mother... Well, speaking of it, he had never seen his mother since he was sensible, and he always had the impression that his father raised him in a sheep-herding way.

Therefore, although the so-called "mother" must have existed, little Victor never knew who it was or what it looked like.

His father, Old Victor, basically never mentioned his wife, and there was not even half a photo at home, as if the woman who gave birth to him, a big fat boy in October, did not exist at all.

That's right, just like why that drunk dad ran to Greenwich Park every day, it was an inexplicable unknown.

Sometimes little Victor even wondered if he was picked up from that corner by his father!

And precisely because he had no mother since he was a child, little Victor was often teased by other informed peers. Everyone knows that rumors like this are the easiest to spread—as long as one person finds out, within three days, the matter will naturally become known to everyone.

For this reason, his childhood was really miserable.

But to be honest, little Victor didn't feel any resentment towards his father who didn't care, and his mother who didn't know who it was. After all, he is an optimistic and cheerful person. He has been like this since he was a child, and he can chat with everyone he meets.

Therefore, he has no dissatisfaction with his life. Even if the work is a little harder, the children are a little naughty, the father is a little unreliable, and the wife is a little bit broken-mouthed, he can still enjoy it.

A person like him would certainly not think about too bizarre things.

Therefore, today's little Victor thought that the "wizard", "magic", "monster" and other things before could already be called the greatest adventure in his life.

However, he did not expect that the development of things was far from this!

"...What, what's going on?"

Little Victor raised his neck and stared at the sky. The monster grabbed the little girl who had explained a lot of "special terms in the magic world" to him before, and was continuing to rush to the sky.

But just when he was anxious about it, but knew that there was nothing he could do, a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the monster that was just a translucent gray outline in his eyes gradually became clearer.

Since the little Victor had accepted Maca and Frena's "temporary make-up lessons" before, he has more or less understood one thing now - in the eyes of a "Muggle" like him, there are many things related to magic. "Can't see clearly", or even "not see at all".

Just like the magic used by the group of people downstairs, he couldn't see it at all just now,

That's why he could only look at the monster dancing hip-hop in the middle of the square.

And for that kind of monster, for example, he can only see the silhouette that looks like a phantom, and the movement is like the shaking image in a broken black and white TV.

But at this moment, he gradually became able to see clearly again! What the hell does this... mean?

As the figure in the air gradually became clear, the gray transitioned to black, and the phantom quickly solidified. A few seconds later, he saw a monster in a black cloak with two blood-red rays of light coming out of the hood.

Even if the monster had already flown into the sky at this moment, it was already far enough away from him. But when he thought of the guy who was more terrifying than the evil ghost in the movie just passing over his head, his hairs immediately stood on end.

When he was full of astonishment, Little Victor staggered and took two steps back again.

"Crackling—"

A light sound broke the silence on the roof, and from the sudden sound and the touch from his heel, he realized that he seemed to have bumped into something.

Hastily, he glanced back—it was that broom, not long ago, that kind-hearted little girl flew over on this broom.

Little Victor subconsciously looked up again, the little girl was still being lifted in mid-air by the monster, like a mindless rag doll.

Then, he turned his head silently and glanced at the broom again.

"Now that I can see the monster clearly, then...can I also use this flying broom?"

To be honest, in all the rumors, novels and TV dramas in the past, those witches and the like were flying all over the sky on such a broom.

Therefore, little Victor is not unfamiliar with the fact that brooms can fly.

It's just... this is "flying"! The plane has engines and wings so it can fly...but what's on the broom? Count on those broken branches tied to wooden poles for power?

If you don't understand it, you don't understand it, if you question it, you doubt it, but there is no long hesitation in the movements of his hands.

Because he knew that now he would either run down four or five flights of stairs to find those "wizards" to explain the situation, or he would try to get on a broom to see if he could fly!

But little Victor bent down, grabbed the broom in his hand, turned around and stuffed it between his legs.

"Hey!"

Slightly bent his knees, followed by a sudden jump up, and then was mercilessly pulled back to the ground by the gravity of the earth.

Well, that's the end of his broom flying career, and the height of about 5 inches (about 13 cm) is the best record of his life.

well! If this turns out to be the case, it would be better not to waste this time in the first place! Just this ten-second delay was enough for him to run to open the door and go down to the building!

What's more, didn't the young gentleman just say that? That monster can easily take people's lives. Even if he can fly, isn't it also the result of death?

Thinking about it this way, little Victor was about to throw away the broom in his hand—let's just run down and ask for help!

"Hey!"

"Get up!"

Maybe it was a little unwilling to give up, or maybe it was because he felt that it would be too late to go down, so he suddenly grabbed the broomstick that he was about to throw away, stepped on it and jumped up and down twice.

To be honest, an old man in a suit who is nearly forty years old is jumping around with a broom, the feeling is really embarrassing!

The first time he jumped, he didn't even jump as high as the previous one. Over the past thirty years, he has not only brought fat, but also accumulated fatigue from work and life.

But it was the second jump, the moment he yelled "get up", he felt that there was an extra layer of air cushion-like support under his buttocks, and then he suddenly rose into the air.

"what!"

Little Victor quickly lowered his body, grasping the handle of the broom tightly with both hands, barely maintaining his balance on the broom.

"Oh, it's flying?"

He looked at the roof of the building that was getting farther and farther away from him, and there was a little fear mixed in the daze, but there was also a hint of surprise in the fear.

But soon, his few surprises disappeared without a trace...

"This thing, how to control it!"

The broom was still rising high into the air without stopping for a moment, but that was about it. Little Victor, who didn't know how to move forward or backward, or even how to stop the broom from rising, was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Forward!" he yelled, gripping the broom hard.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as voice control on the broomstick. The previous sentence "get up" is purely a start-up procedure derived from spiritual will.

In fact, if little Victor hadn't dared to move at all, he would have been scurrying all over the sky because of the movement of the broom handle. It is lucky enough that it can continue to rise steadily like it is now!

You know, not everyone can be as close to hands-on as Harry. Even for Maca, only after learning about the specific operation in the book can he quickly become familiar with the way of driving a broomstick in the first class.

But in the next moment... I must say, it seems that little Victor's luck has run out.

Suddenly he was horrified to find that there seemed to be a few pigeons flying towards this side on his left side, and it would not take long before they would collide with them.

Of course he wasn't worried that the pigeon would hit him, after all, he was much better at flying than him. He was just worried that he would suddenly panic because of something flying past him.

If you fall from this height...

Little Victor glanced down, and immediately his feet were limp - so high, even if he fell on the roof of the building just now, he would be dead. Kiss the sidewalk.

"No, it can't be like this."

Thinking that even if he fell from his own height, he would never escape death, wouldn't that little girl who was far away from the higher place be more dangerous?

Not to mention, she is still in the hands of such a terrifying monster.

Little Victor felt unwilling, and the only remaining muscles under his fat body tensed up again, which made his hand holding the broomstick slightly lift up by half an inch.

Suddenly, he was caught off guard and found that the broom actually brought him a sudden acceleration, slanting towards a higher place.

His eyes were wide open, the wind made his hair flutter, and the hat on his head was already spinning and sent to an unknown distance.

He flew! Really fly!

Although he didn't know how he flew, let alone what to do next, the key point was that he really flew!

"...Is this a 'left turn'?"

"what--"

Little Victor suddenly realized that he might be about to hit a building.

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