Chapter 605: Father and son

Emma's care and caution, of course, looked at the residential area of ​​the street where the Fisher family was located. So he was pretty sure that there wasn't even a wizard staying in this community, it was a pure Muggle community.
Of course, people have their own legs, and occasionally a wizard comes here for some reason, which is not something to make a fuss about.
But now this family is borrowing a little guest with a very special identity background!
Whatever the reason, Maca didn't want to be disturbed by some intentional people. This may be because of his senseless compassion for an innocent child, or because the child ’s biological father will show up sooner or later ... whether the former or the latter, he has a reason to take responsibility to protect the little Delphi Protect her from unnecessary harm.
But it turns out that this time he was worried for nothing.
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"Oh! Child father, what happened just now?"
Next to the Fisher's house, a Muggle woman looked around in surprise, her heart full of doubts. Yes, just at that moment, she felt like she was suddenly thrown into a cold lake, and the voice of the whole world disappeared in an instant.
"do not know……"
The man next to her was equally surprised and frowned, but his expression was much calmer than his wife. I saw him cautiously approaching the doors and windows, as if listening to the sound outside.
In this street community, there are always noisy and constant ambient sounds, or the engines of cars passing by, or children playing, even at night, there are often bugs, and there is no peace at all.
But this is life. It's better to be quiet than to die every day, isn't it?
For example, just now, the moment of silence was really frightening. Although it didn't last long, it was enough to make a normal Muggle couple cold and sweaty. It was too abnormal.
But at this moment, a sudden and violent impact suddenly sounded from upstairs, the sound of countless hands constantly pounding on the floor, startled the Muggle woman firmly again.
"This little bunny, isn't it honest?"
When the man heard it, a little anger appeared on his face. Without a word, he turned sharply, and Teng Teng walked up the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Children, dad, remember to talk about it, but don't do it again!" The woman hurriedly persuaded, but only got a snorting hum from her own man.
"If you don't let him rise in memory, you won't be upset next time?"
The man went straight upstairs in anger, and after a while, the second floor knocked on the door, followed by the roar of the man.
"Little bunny! Didn't fix it just now, did you? What's going on!"
After a few angry reprimands, the child's painful cry followed, and there were some footsteps between the two running away.
The child's mother was listening downstairs, and on several occasions she wanted to rush forward and begged her husband not to hit the child again. But this time his son's trouble was too great. This child not only interrupted a fat man's leg, but also caused his parents to almost call the police.
She knew that even if her husband did have a irritable temper, hitting the child would indeed have a bad impact on the child, but this time she should not stop it.
However, it was a moment of distress in her face and tears in her eyes, and a heavy impact sounded suddenly from upstairs. The next second, she was stunned to see that her own man actually fell down from the stairs and hit the floor with a bang.
"Oh boy, dad, what's wrong with you" "Don't come over!"
But he saw the man slammed his wife and climbed up from the ground. He looked upstairs with eyes staring, with a serious expression in his expression.
"... That's it." He held the handle of the stairs with one hand and his waist with a hand, and a pain in his face flashed. "This little bunny ... you wait downstairs, don't come up."
After all, the man climbed up the stairs again.
In front of the stairs on the second floor is a horizontal corridor. On the right, there are two bedrooms, and on the left, a utility room and a small bathroom.
The child's small bedroom was at the end of the right side of the corridor, and the door to that bedroom was now half-covered. You can see from the crack of the door that there is a dark head there, and it is impossible to see what the room looks like.
"Little bunny, I know how you broke James's leg ... Huh, do you think this is not your fault? I tell you, is this an accident in the end, your kid knows it!"
The man leaned against the wall by the door and said coldly, but there was no child's response in the room. Obviously, the stink boy didn't want to admit that he was as stubborn as himself.
"Little boy, I'm here," the man gritted his teeth and said, "I warn you, if you dare to use that power against your father, me, it's not as simple as having no food!"
After all, his hand hesitated a little, and then quickly shook his head and gently opened the bedroom door.
Fortunately, his threat seems to have some effect, at least this time he was not floated directly from the ground as before, and then directly lifted the handrail of the corridor to go downstairs.
"Little Bunny" "Don't call me Little Bunny! You named me!"
A slightly immature voice sounded from the dark bedroom, and the voice was equally full of anger. Although you can't see what the child looks like, just by listening to your voice, you know that you should be young.
"Huh, okay?" The man said coldly, "Ens, open the curtains!"
"I hate the sun," the child's voice was also cold, without a trace of anger, "the switch of the chandelier is on your hand, why don't you turn it on yourself?"
"Little rabbit, the skin is itchy again, isn't it? In the attitude of your boy, you want Lao Tzu to call your name? Do you deserve the name you gave me?"
The man scolded, slammed his fist and hit the wall next to him. As the bedroom flickered a few times, the small chandelier placed 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 remains in the room.
Half of the quilt had been tugged on the carpet, wrinkled and messy; the pillows were thrown on a small desk, with books and stationery scattered all over it; the worst thing was standing against a wall The closet was closed, and even the door was crooked, hanging diagonally to one side, and a lot of the clothes inside slipped out of the door.
And on that crumpled bed, a completely and strong little boy was hugging his knees, leaning his neck against the headboard, and his eyes were full of his father's eyes. Stubborn.
The child looked like he was only about ten years old, with a black and bright short just covering the auricle, and the wires were tangled up and looked messy.
"Why dare to stare at you?" The man glanced at him. "Do you think you've discovered something remarkable? Huh ... dare to break someone else's leg? Hurry up, give everything that should be explained I'll tell you clearly! "
The boy heard the words, but didn't open his mouth to argue, but he also seemed to have no intention of explaining what he had done. He just stared at his father with his immature and cold eyes, without a word.
"Prefer not to say?"
When the man saw his son being almost indifferent to his own words, the anger in his heart suddenly steamed up again, and he would walk towards the bed when he walked, his right hand was already clenched.
"You little bunny, you just don't clean up!"
He said he was about to raise his fist, but he didn't expect his son to dare to do anything with him. The next moment, the arm that looked slender and weak had already stretched out one step ahead, and then nudged gently towards the man.
Originally, the boy's palm could only be pushed into the air, but the fact was that his father was hit directly by an invisible force. The power was so strong that he suddenly flew out again and hit the wall of the room heavily.
"You cough" The man slipped off the floor from the wall, and after struggling for a while, he barely propped himself up and coughed with a little pain, "Little bunny, who do you think you are for these things? You? Keke ... it! "
He didn't say this much, apparently complaining. But the room was quiet at the moment, and his voice was soft enough to be heard by the boy sitting on the bed.
"'Who do you think it was given to you' ... what does it mean?" The child finally spoke again, with a low voice, but very clear.
The man raised his head in the corner and did not show any surprised expression about his son's abnormal ability ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Yes, since before he was full of anger and showed different acceptance from ordinary Muggles ability. At this moment he squinted his eyes and stared coldly at his son, just like the child's expression.
It can be seen from here that the character of the black boy is completely inherited from his irritable father.
After a while, the man who re-examined his son from beginning to end stood up against the wall. His eyes were still full of fire, but it was more of a depth of memories and contemplation.
"After a while, you guys will understand without me saying." He said angrily, "In short, don't think that you have a little different power and use it in a random way, otherwise I can't save you anymore. You think you Is it really under control? "
When the father said this, the boy immediately flattened his mouth and stopped talking.

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