Chapter 143
Harry met her eyes, "Hey Anny?" She looked at him questioningly.
"I want to do something to help your cuts and bruises. It might seem a little scary but I promise it won't hurt you. It's a healing magic that I can do." He said softly.
Anny nodded. Harry pulled up the Healing Touch skill that he had gained from the Philosopher's stone, and focused a large amount of mana in his hand, making it glow slightly from the inside.
Anny's eyes widened.
"I won't hurt you Anny, trust me," Harry repeated, as he moved closer to her and slowly brought up his hand, trying his hardest not to startle her.
'Healing Touch' he thought in his mind as he touched the little girl's cheek.
A ripple of pure white light traveled across her entire body, making her glow for a second before every single one of her wounds faded away as if they were never there. Harry at once noted that she was breathing easier as well.
Anny reached up and touched her face tentatively. Her eyes widened for a second before they rolled up her head and she fainted right on the spot.
Harry froze, staring at the unconscious girl for a second before he realized what had happened.
He cursed himself for not having realized the huge amount of stress the little girl must have been under. He should have waited to heal her later. Like an idiot, he was doing magic with flashing bright lights near her face right after what was almost definitely the biggest shock of her life!?
"Stupid," he muttered to himself.
Then, Gamer's Mind brought something to his attention.
The reaction she had every time she was startled or scared…that reaction wasn't natural for physical abuse…he'd known physical abuse…felt it himself. This reaction was different.
The way her hands headed to protect not her head, as the natural reaction should have been, but to her rear…this was painting an ugly picture that Harry was liking less and less. He needed to deal with the father now before he took Anny from here. And if what he was starting to suspect was true, then there was a very high chance that Chad wouldn't live through the damn night.
With that thought, he dropped into another empty ID, blew through a few walls, and reappeared back into the normal world inside the father's room. The stink of alcohol in the room was unreal.
Pointing his wand at the man, he incanted a spell he'd never really tried before. The Stunning Spell.
"Stupefy" he incanted, and a red light struck the man's sleeping form, making sure he wouldn't be getting up.
Harry had another spell he wanted to try on Chad the twat here, and this one too he hadn't ever done before. But honestly, he doubted he'd feel bad if the child beater got hurt.
Holding open the man's eyes, and hoping that his Mind Arts skills amounted to something, incanted, "Legilimens!"
He could only stay in there for a second before sheer repulsion at what little he saw drove him out of there. And when he re-emerged from the man's mind, Harry was angry. He was very angry.
The little glimpses that he'd seen clearly showed him that his suspicions had proven to be true. This man…this fucking sick bastard…he'd not only successfully gotten away with killing his wife, he also was sexually abusing his own daughter . . . his own seven-year-old daughter.
An angry buzz filled Harry's ears and he started seeing red.
This guy was going to face some punishment. He picked up the man by his neck, and dropped into an ID to make sure the entire neighborhood wouldn't wake up, and threw him with all his strength at the nearest wall.
'Just as effective as an enervate', he thought, 'and good for stress relief too.'
"AARRGH!" the man screamed, waking up to immense amounts of pain as many of his bones fractured in a bunch of places, making his every movement painful. "Who the fuck are you!?" the man yelled in between moans of pain, trying to get onto his feet as Harry walked over.
Harry's bloodlust skill activated.
"Your worst damn nightmare," he growled, grabbing the man by his unkempt hair, and slammed his head into the wall.
"Why did you kill your wife?" Harry yelled at the man, pulling out the portable tape recorder which he'd stolen from a shop on the way home this afternoon.
"I dunno know wha-" Harry promptly slammed his head back into the wall before pulling him back out. "Fine! Fine! I'll tell you! Stop hittin me god damn it!"
"Talk," he said, before pressing the record button on the recorder.
"My wife was a witch! She was a fucking witch! Fuckin devil worshipper man! Always goin about wavin that stick o' hers tellin me how that li'l shit she popped out of her would go to some fuckin Scot school," the man wheezed, "So I did the lord's work, chopped that little whore up and dumped her into the Thames."
Harry shoved the man to the ground and pressed the button to stop recording, and dropped it into the inventory. He'd gotten what he needed.
But the man kept talking.
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