Harry Potter's Bastard

The next day at breakfast, Hermione hurried to the Slytherin table, ignoring the hostile glances of the Slytherins and walking straight to Solim.

"Solim, I have something to tell you, we were ...... last night," Hermione was interrupted before she could finish her sentence. Of course, it would be interrupted, a Gryffindor Muggle wizard had come to the hardest hit area of the bloodline theory, and if it weren't for someone watching the professorship, Hermione would have been pointed at a wand.

"Hmph, a ......

"Brace," Solim smiled at Shabini across from him, "are you really going to say that word?"

Sabini was about to say something when Draco kicked him under the table. Solim smiled at the two of them, and then turned to look at Hermione, "You haven't had breakfast yet, do you, go back to eat first." "

Sending Hermione away, Solim said to Shabini and Draco as he dealt with the food in front of him, "There's nothing wrong with being proud of your bloodline. But to use it to hurt others," Solim raised his eyelids and glanced at Shabini, "it's a childish, low-level practice. Brace, I'm looking forward to your final grades. "

"Final grades?" sneered Sabini, "what does that written grade say?" "

"The written results are not comprehensive, but they can tell a lot. Solim wiped his mouth and looked at Draco, "Would you like to come and hear it?"

Solim also experienced a Gryffindor-style welcome when he walked with Draco to the Gryffindor table, for Slytherin. Of course, there were no good words, and Solim was completely immune to Gryffindor's trash talk, which in his opinion was simply too pediatric - and didn't even arouse his desire to fight back. But Draco who followed him was different, and although Draco did change a lot under Solim's influence, Slytherin's innate hostility towards Gryffindor was not something that could be changed in a day or two. Fortunately, Draco also knew that they were in someone else's territory now, and he followed Solim's example and remained silent.

"Hermione, old place. I'll bring the box later, so don't forget to bring the book. Before Hermione could finish eating, Solim said a few words and left the Gryffindor table with Draco.

"Hermione, did you tell him?" Harry asked Hermione in a low voice.

"Ready to say. "

"Why? It has nothing to do with him. It took Hermione a long time to understand what Ron was saying—his mouth was stuffed with food.

"Even if I don't say Neville, I'll say it. Hermione decisively threw the pot at Neville.

"What is this?A Slytherin spy sent to Gryffindor?" Ron finally swallowed the contents of his mouth, he looked at Neville and Hermione, "maybe two." "

"I'm too lazy to argue with you, Neville, we should go. Hermione gave Ron a blank look and beckoned Neville to leave.

"Wait, Hermione, we're also involved in this, if anything...... You know? I think Harry and I should know about it, too. "

"Whatever you want, but I'll warn you that you'd better keep your mouth shut. Hermione left with Neville without looking back.

By the time Hermione and Neville arrived at the small classroom with the two heels, Solim and Draco had already arrived. Hermione had just gone back to her dorm to get the books she had borrowed from Solim, and she had been delayed for some time, knowing that Gryffindor's common room was on the eighth floor.

"Well, let's hear it, there's something terrible that you want to eat early in the morning, so you hurried to tell me. The group sat down before Solim asked Hermione.

"Solim, do you remember the fourth-floor hallway that Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned at the opening dinner that students were forbidden to approach? Hermione gave a brief account of what had happened to the four of them last night.

"Three-headed dog, you mean three-headed dog?" Solim thought as he touched his chin, "then it must be on a leash, or you wouldn't have been able to come back last night." "

The three-headed dog is a magical creature with a five-star degree of danger, and it really has to clash head-on, and there is no two teams of strikers to deliver food. And even if there are two teams of strikers to deal with a three-headed dog, it is unknown whether they can take it. You know, most of the magic has no effect on creatures with a five-star danger level.

"That's not the point! it's guarding something, the big dog standing on top of a trapdoor. Hermione's tone was agitated.

"So what? what does this have to do with you?" asked Solim with a cold face.

A few people were speechless. yes, whatever the three-headed dog is guarding and what does that have to do with a few first-year freshmen?

"You're curious about what it's guarding, aren't you?" said Solim, holding his arms and glancing over several of them. "But do you have the strength?"

It's okay to be curious, but you have to be self-aware. You have to know what you can touch and what you can't.

Gryffindor's little lion is significantly inferior to the other three houses in this regard. Slytherin snakes are generally precocious, and they may be curious about what the three-headed dog guards, but they will never put themselves in danger. The Ravenclaw eaglets, well, may be more interested in the three-headed dog itself than in the three-headed dog guard. As for the Hufflepuff badgers, eh...... They hardly roam at night, and even when they come out during curfew hours, the badgers will only go to the kitchen next door to get food, and will not run around the castle at all.

"If you're curious about the three-headed dog, you can read the writings of Kasmande. If you're curious about what's under the trapdoor, hmph, write the suicide note first. Solim was clearly speaking to Harry and Ron. Neville wasn't interested in any of that at all. Hermione was also a sane person.

"Listen to you, how do I feel that you know something?" Hermione couldn't be called a woman yet, but the innate skills of a woman as a creature were well reflected in her.

Glancing at Hermione, Solim thought for a moment and said, "You want to play this adventure game, don't you? I won't stop you, but you will bear the consequences." "

Solim had also struggled with whether or not to get involved in Harry Potter before he came to Hogwarts earlier. If you don't participate, then what are you going to Hogwarts for, do you want to go to the plays? But if you do participate, it will definitely bring about some unexpected changes. But since he came to Hogwarts, it means that Solim still wants to do something in his heart. After all, observing and participating in the story, the scenery seen by these two roads is definitely different.

"You might as well guess who is taking care of that dog. Let's talk about it first, I'm not interested in this matter, I want to risk you to play on your own. "Solim feels like an NPC, an NPC where the protagonist takes on quests and learns skills.

"Hagrid!" was a question that didn't even bother Harry, and naturally Hermione. The three Gryffindors looked at each other excitedly.

"Now that you know it, are you still in the mood to sit with me?" Solim wanted to send a few people away before he could do his own thing, he would have to go to Snape later, and after finding Snape, he would have to find Filch. Don't look at it as a Sunday, it's usually the busiest day in Solim.

Hermione looked at Solim and stopped, she was a little confused now, her reason telling herself not to get involved in these things, there was a great possibility of danger. But her heart is the opposite: desperate to take risks, desperate to explore the unknown.

"Solim...... Here's how we ...... Is it appropriate?" Hermione finally spoke, albeit squirmingly.

Seeing Hermione's contradictions, Solim was pleased. He has reason to rejoice, and the conflict of nature and reason is a hallmark phenomenon. It's just that he didn't want to talk to Hermione right now.

"Ask your own heart. Solim tapped his chest, "I'll be here in the evening." "

After all three were gone, looking at Neville who was left behind, Solim asked, "Aren't you going?"

Neville shook his head, "I'm going to practice the Disarming Charm today." "Don't look at Neville as a stuffy guy like Solim's second brother, but people know what they have to do, and he has a clear goal. Such a person, even if he is a little less talented, will achieve considerable achievements.

"Well, Draco, with Neville?" asked Solim, who usually slept or made up their homework on Sundays, or wandered around the castle. Freshmen with a clear plan are rare.

"I'm with Neville, I'm fine. Draco shrugged.

Raising his eyebrows, Solim took out a few bottles of blue potions from the box he brought and handed them to the two of them, saying, "This is a motivational potion, your magic level is still not enough, these potions can help you save a lot of time." "

The Motivational Elixir is a potion that restores mana and has few side effects on the human body, the only drawback is that it becomes resistant with the number of times it is taken, and in the end it has no effect on wizards.

"Motivational potion, it's not cheap, I remember it costs nearly five Galleons a bottle. Draco took the potion, looked at Solim and asked, "What about you?"

"I have other things to do, make good use of these potions, don't give them to save me, these potions are useless to me. "These potions were given by Solim's grandfather, and when Sculle was in school, Solim drank the motivating potion as water, and practiced casting spells whenever he had time, and the little wizard's magic naturally couldn't keep up, and it would be a waste of time to wait for the magic to recover naturally, especially in Sculle, a hostile place everywhere. The Motivational Potion had saved Solim a lot of time.

"Alright, practice on your own, I'm leaving. Solim waved his hand, "See you at lunch." "

Outside, Solim made a beeline for Snape's office on the ground floor, where he had a lot to do.