Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Wendell is an extremely ordinary Muggle man.

He went to work in the factory every day, working hard for his promotion and salary increase; and when he got off work, he rushed home immediately, just to take a closer look at his daughter who was just born.

Honestly, his life wasn't considered to be happiness before marrying his wife for less than two years. The young couple seemed to have entered a period of burnout. The passionate time before marriage faded faster than a poor sweater. .

No way, because of the relationship between pregnancy and childbirth, his wife quit the job of a salesperson in the mall. As a result, the burden of maintaining a family's livelihood was suddenly put on Wendel.

In order to make his wife and daughter better, Wendell worked hard every day.

The factory's work is settled by piece rate. The daily workload exceeding the fixed task quota will bring him more pounds as a bonus at the end of the month.

Obviously, it is very difficult to balance work and family at the same time. Even though he was thinking about his beloved wife and cute child every day, his exhausted body and busy schedule made him somewhat unable to accompany him.

Even every night, he always fell asleep on the pillow, making his wife feel as if he was lying with a dead body.

So, just the night before, the gentle wife had an argument with him.

Yes, Wendel also understands his wife's feelings. After all, although he worked hard, his wife took care of children and chores at home every day.

But what can be done about this?

However, Wendell never thought that the day after the quarrel with his wife, the whole of London was covered by an incredible fog.

There is no doubt that, like this, even the indoors have become a bit hazy and foggy, the production line of the factory must be stopped.

This mist seemed to be an opportunity God gave him, so that he could have an absolute reason to stay at home with his wife and daughter.

Therefore, while Wendell complained aloud this morning, there was an inexplicable joy in his heart. And he also understood that this joy is undoubtedly not exchangeable for the few pounds of pounds earned every day.

Unfortunately, at the time, he didn't know that this holiday that seemed to fall from the sky was a nightmare at all.

...

"boom"

A dull explosion sounded from a certain street not far away, scaring the wife who was washing the tableware and smashing a plate.

Then the frightened daughter started crying.

Wendell hurried to the kitchen area, struck his somewhat frightened wife, and then looked down at the window in front of the pool.

But now there is fog everywhere, and at a glance, it is just a gray one, and nothing is real.

"Dear, just ... what's that?"

"It sounds like it exploded, is it a car? Or a gas pipeline?" Wendel shook his head. "I don't know, who knows?"

The wife heard the words and couldn't help thinking rashly:

"Will ... is a bomb? Attack?"

"How is it possible!" Wendell patted her arm immediately, soothing. "It's okay here in London, it's okay!"

Even if you look out here, you just can't see anything. So after he said this, he immediately led his wife into the house.

"Don't wash it, let's go and see my daughter ..."

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw another figure rushing past the window, surprised that he quickly dragged his wife back two steps.

"What's wrong?" His wife asked quickly. "What happened?"

"No, um ..."

Wendel didn't know what to say, but their apartment was an apartment. This is the fourth floor! How could anyone pass by their window?

Although he had a good sense of vision, he should not have read it wrong, but after hesitating, he shook his head.

"It's nothing. It seemed like a bird or something had just flown outside and it scared me."

"is it?"

The wife glanced at the window in confusion, before whispering:

"Don't be so surprised, I was taken aback by you!"

Both the couple stepped back from the window with some restlessness, then both turned around and walked towards the room. The baby girl has been crying from now until now, must be frightened, they have to coax.

Back in the room, Wendell watched his wife pick up the child, carefully wipe away the tears for her daughter, and hugged it gently in her arms. He stared at the child for a while, before he looked at the window with an uneasy look.

As with the kitchen, looking out from the window on this side, nothing is still visible. Not only that, the fog also penetrated through the gaps in the windows, making him very worried about whether it would have a bad impact on his daughter's health.

"My dear, this morning I saw the Wilsons on the other side go out, as if to leave London. I was thinking, shall we take my daughter to my parents for a few days?"

"Well, all right!"

The wife nodded as soon as she heard it, but soon she was worried:

"But ... you said you wouldn't run into danger? Look at the explosion ... Just now, neither the TV nor the radio can receive signals."

"It should be okay ... right?"

Seriously, Wendell had no idea at all. All he knew was that he couldn't panic, because if he was panic, his wife would be even more afraid.

What's more, this is the capital of the United Kingdom, London! If it's not even safe here, is there any safe place in Britain as a whole?

But at this moment, a mess of noises rang out from the gate, making Wendel's expression stagnate.

"Like Wilson? Don't come out, I'll see what's going on."

"Be careful!"

Wendell nodded at his worried wife, then turned and walked out of the room, ran to the back of the door and listened.

It can be heard that several people seem to be arguing about what is going on outside, making it difficult for him to hear clearly across the door. However, he heard Mr. Wilson's voice, and he was familiar with a little hoarse voice.

The next moment, Wendel carefully opened the door a slit. After confirming that there were no unknown people outside, he dared to open the door completely.

"... Don't quarrel! What's the use of quarreling here! Not to mention that the intersection is blocked like that, there are soldiers blocking it at the outermost, and today we can't go out! We might as well go home and be honest Yes! "

Mr. Wilson's voice was still so loud that he could suppress the voice of his wife and mother alone. But the two women ignored him completely, still arguing there, listening to what they said, it seemed that Mrs. Wilson had to leave this "ghost place".

"Wilson, outside ... what the **** happened?"

Seeing this, Wendell had to walk over and yelled aloud and asked aloud, only to see the neighbor turn to look at him.

"It's the army, the army has blocked the way out of London!" Mr. Wilson waved his hands immediately. "There were thugs in the city, but the army didn't allow us to go out for refuge ... Oh my god! What a mess!"

"Oh! Thug?"

When Wendel heard it, he subconsciously glanced back home, only to see that his wife didn't say what he said, so she was slightly relieved. He knew that his wife was always courageous, and if she heard something about a mob, she would be frightened.

On the other side, I heard Mr. Wilson say:

"Actually, we didn't see the thug seeing such a heavy fog this morning. I just wanted to go out early because we had planned to go to a relative's house today. I drove slowly along the way and I didn't see anyone like the thugs. I finally heard about it from others after being blocked in the road. "

"Is that so?" Wendel frowned, thinking, "Thugs ... this sounds terrible! Oh, you should have heard the explosion when you first came back, right? So ... are they also thugs? of?"

"Maybe!" Mr. Wilson shrugged. "It sounds like that in the street next door ... well, what kind of life is this! Obviously yesterday was fine ..."

While the two were talking, Mr. Wilson's wife and mother had quarreled into the house from outside, which finally made the aisle a little quieter.

Mr. Wilson looked back a little, this is the way:

"I have to go back and persuade them, sorry ... Anyway, stay at home for the time being and don't run around! Remember to lock the door when you get home!"

After speaking with Wendell individually, Wilson turned and walked into their house, closing the door tightly.

Wendell watched him go home ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and he hurried back to the living room to close the door quickly, and then frowned and started to stay in the door solemnly.

Army blockade? thug? What the **** is this?

Things like this, he has never experienced such a big life, he really did not know what to do for a while.

"Dear?"

A few minutes later, my wife probably felt a little uneasy when she heard that there was no sound outside, and suddenly she poked her head out of the room and gave a glance. Seeing him standing alone at the door, he could not help but called him.

"Oh," Wendell turned back immediately, and forced a smile at his wife. "It's Wilson's family, it's okay ... the child isn't crying? Is he asleep?"

"Well," the wife hugged her daughter softly, and nodded slightly. "Dear, Mr. Wilson, why are they back? Is something happening outside?"

Seeing his wife asking, Wendell didn't know how to answer, and could not help but silent.