Harry Potter's Bastard

Evans had really wanted to come in and see the good stuff down at Hogwarts, and it would be nice to have some if he could. But that was done without God knowing, but after making such a big noise, he didn't dare to reach out even if there was anything good underneath.

Evans admits that what Solim said to him before did make sense, and if the Slytherin family really left anything good, it would have been carved up by a family like Selwyn a long time ago, and it would not be their turn to do anything about the Summerby family. But thinking it makes sense is not the same thing as seeing it with your own eyes.

Going down the spiral staircase, he had already taken Solim down to the end. From here, it is no longer the stone walls and floors, but the dirt and natural rocks. To Evans' surprise, it wasn't pitch black in the depths of Hogwarts, though it wasn't bright.

But strangely enough, Evans looked around, but found no light source, and he looked at his feet again—there was no shadow. Something here may have had a suppressive effect on the Black Mist, which was still on the stairs, giving Evans a little free time to check on Solim's injuries.

With just one look, Evans closed his eyes. It's not that Evans can't see the horror of the injury, he is helpless - how will he explain to Ogle then? Although it is not his fault that caused all this, he still knows the meaning of the word "anger". When facing a family like Selwyn, a wizard like him is naturally a head shorter. Even though they had friendly relations, he had seen countless times how unequal the interactions between pure-blood wizards were.

Solim's newly changed robe was reimbursed again, and at this time he became unclothed again, most of his clothes had been corroded by the black mist, and Solim's flesh was also corroded: first of all, the limbs, the bones of the left arm had been seen, especially the forearm, there was no more flesh on it, and before it was completely healed, Solim's arm was considered useless. The right arm and two legs were also corroded to varying degrees, especially the left thigh, which was smaller than the right leg, and the corroded and dissolved flesh formed a strange appearance. The only good thing is that important parts of Solim are still intact.

As for the torso, the wound on the left side was more severe, and although Solim's body hair was not as dense as that of the werewolf, the chest hair on his left chest was gone, along with a point that did not need to be mosaiced, in stark contrast to the right. The abdomen has been corroded into a socket, and a section of intestines has been exposed.

Seeing such injuries, Evans could already be completely sure of the nature of those black mists, which was indeed the kind he had thought before. But this is also what he can't figure out, only the great wizard of the dark wizards, or the dark wizard with an unusually twisted personality, can use that kind of black fog. How could Filch be able to wield this level of power?

Negative emotions are common to everyone, but only dark wizards who are distorted to a certain extent, who are very full of magic and have a deep knowledge of dark arts, can use this kind of magic that is not a spell. In the face of this black fog composed of magic dominated by extreme negative emotions, conventional protective spells are useless, and can only be blocked by using forces that are diametrically opposed to it.

Evans wasn't a dark wizard, otherwise he wouldn't have used the more difficult Patronus Charm, an advanced version of the Patronus Charm, which channeled positive emotions and wills into the magic and formed a kind of barrier. However, it has just been proven that he Evans can't resist the black fog, which can only show that there are two possibilities - his magic is not as strong as Filch, so even if he is strong-willed, he still can't stop the black fog, or Filch's negative emotions are extremely distorted, and he Evans's positive emotions alone can no longer be neutralized.

Knowing his family's affairs, Evans knew that although he was not a dark wizard, he was definitely not a white wizard. Pure evil, like pure good, is extremely difficult to achieve. In fact, most wizards, like him, are in between, so most wizards are so powerless in the face of these extreme black or white magic.

Black magic naturally has to be dealt with with white magic, but to deal with the black magic of black wizards, ordinary white magic is not enough to work, and only white wizards who are on the opposite side of the black wizard have this ability.

Although the Death Eaters are characterized by most people as dark wizards, they are not really counted, they can only be regarded as wizards with the style of dark wizards, so their dark magic can only be regarded as nothing. But Filch is different, he has been completely occupied by negative emotions, and the magic of gathering such negative emotions can do great harm to people, and ordinary treatment measures have little effect.

After dealing with Solim's injuries in general, Evans himself didn't know what to do, the only thing he could be sure of was that Solim was still alive. Seeing the bits and pieces hanging from Solim's left arm, Evans recognized them as portkeys and some kind of amulet, but they were apparently reimbursed.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Evans fumbled around Solim and came up with three small bottles, which, thanks to their size, were still intact, along with the potions inside. After a quick discernment, Evans was only sure that one bottle was for the treatment of trauma, and the other two bottles were colorless and odorless, but Evans was sure of one thing: one of them must be the tears of the phoenix.

Glancing at the black mist that had already dispersed from the spiral staircase, Evans knew it was time to leave with Solim. But he still has some time to finish what he is doing.

Uncorked the bottles and poured a little on Solim's injured body, Evans quickly determined which bottle was the Phoenix Tears, and without saying a word, he poured it into Solim's mouth, as for the remaining bottle, Evans did not observe any changes, and it was obviously not a potion with healing properties.

"If you're going to survive, you'll have to thank me, bastard!"

Evans raised his wand and ducked deeper with Solim. The black fog seemed to have slowed down since it came underground, and it didn't move as quickly as it used to, and Evans felt he had a chance to drag it to the rescue. But the premise is not to let those black fogs get entangled again, and if he does it again, he can't guarantee that Solim will survive.

The black fog had clearly targeted Solim before, and Evans himself had not been affected. This was clearly the result of Filch's hatred and hatred.

Evans had just rounded a boulder with Solim when he was shocked by what he saw.

"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon?" Evans stared blankly at the behemoth in the giant pit in front of him, "Is it really a 'dragon'?"