Harry Potter's Bastard

"What does the Dark Lord think?" Ogle stood in front of Voldemort at this time, "Dumbledore has no chance of being alive. "

"Who are you?" Voldemort spread his arms to block the Death Eaters behind him.

"Me?"

Ogle was about to answer, when suddenly a flash of fire flashed, and a red feather appeared in front of him.

"You're Dumbledore's man!" Voldemort naturally recognized the phoenix's feathers.

"Not really. Ogle's face changed after receiving the feather, but it immediately returned to its original state, "This phoenix feather belongs to my unassailable son, not Dumbledore." "

"That kid!" Voldemort only knew that there were two people who had phoenixes, and it was either Dumbledore or only the Selwyn boy, "You are a Selwyn?"

Watching the feathers burn out, Ogle pulled the topic back: "If you want to ensure dominance, you don't have to take those Horcruxes back, there is another way...... Would you like to hear it?"

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Gilves was working with a bunch of people in Condrade's private laboratory at this time, and they had been studying the strange meditation basin in front of them for a long time, and although there was some progress, these alchemists felt that it was not enough.

The sudden light of the fire startled the old men here, and they thought that something had gone wrong in the experiment, and when they saw a red feather falling into Gilves's hand, they collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

"You damn old man! my carving knife is broken!" shouted a shiny wizard holding up something in his hand.

"Shut up, you old things!" Gilves' face turned very ugly after receiving the feather, "I'm leaving." "

"Leave, at this juncture?" Condrad was a little surprised, "what's going on?"

"A stinky boy who doesn't know the height of the sky has caused a big basket, I'm going to wipe his ass!" Gilvais was furious, for this experiment, he specially told the elf at home not to disturb him, but what he didn't expect was that something happened tonight.

A dazed Gilves returned to Orvis Manor and approached Sylna and Draco to clarify the situation, half of his anger vanishing when he learned that Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts with his cats and dogs. Solim only told him that he had been severely injured by the Dark Arts, and did not mention Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts.

"What's wrong with my brother?"

Sylna was a little flustered, she already knew that Gilves had come back because of a message from Solim. It stands to reason that Hogwarts matters will not involve this old man.

"Your brother is injured, I'll go over and take a look first. Gilves didn't say much, packed up his things and disappeared from the manor.

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Not only Europe, but even Elrond, who was far away across the ocean, was called back by Solim. He is an authority on the knowledge of spell solving, and for the sake of his own life, Solim doesn't care if this little call will affect his grandfather's affairs over there.

The reason for such a fiery whistle was that something had changed in Solim's situation - his hand bones had begun to turn black. After about thirty minutes or so of being out of the ground, the black mist on his body began to slowly erode again.

Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, his father was said to be the closest one, but after sending the message, he never saw anyone, but Gilves was the first to arrive, if it wasn't for Solim asking Madam Pomfrey to greet the people outside in advance, there would be a misunderstanding.

"Didn't you never know what 'death' was all about? Want to experience it for yourself?" Gilves ignored Tonks' wand pointing at him, lifted the curtain and stood in front of Solim.

Solim smiled wryly, the black mist had blackened half of his radius and ulna and was heading towards his humerus, and once he touched the flesh again, Solim felt that even the mattress under him could guess what was going to happen.

Gilves began to check Solim's injuries as soon as he muttered, and the more he looked at it, the worse his face became.

"Are you fighting that madman?"

"The Dark Lord?" Solim raised an eyebrow, "No, it's not him. "

"So, he has a dark wizard over there who is on par with him? how is that possible?"

"Uh...... My Hurt ...... It was caused by the Hogwarts janitors. "Solim's face is awkward, can Filch become a wizard or because of him, is this considered a stone-shifter?

"Janitors?" Gilves, rolling his eyes, "Is it the test specimen you used to be?"

"That's right, it's him. Solim nodded, "So I think this situation should tell you if those potions are hidden dangers, and Flegg and my sister ...... in the future."

Gilves' face changed, but he quickly pressed down.

"Let's not talk about that, the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize your injuries, at least not to let these things continue to spread. Gilves, under Madam Pomfrey's watchful eye, began to pull out some jars and jars.

"Did you inform your grandfather that he was better at magic than I was. "

"Informed, but it may be a while before he comes. Solim glanced at Madam Pomfrey, "How bad are my injuries?"

It's not that Solim doesn't believe in Madam Pomfrey's medical skills, it's just that he thinks that a person of Gilves' status should have more insight than Madam Pomfrey, and it may seem that Madam Pomfrey's injury is very serious, but not a big deal in the eyes of someone like Gilves.

"How bad is it?" Gilvais chuckled, "If you can't find a good solution, you can wait to die." "

Solim's face turned unnatural.

Gilves pulled out his wand and began muttering to Solim's blackened bones, wisps of black smoke rising from Solim's bones.

"The erosion is so deep that it shouldn't be so slow. Gilves seemed to have encountered something that he couldn't figure out, "What did you use to contain the injury? Spell or potion?"

"Phoenix Tears, Muscle-Building Elixir......"

"It doesn't make sense," Gilves shook his head, "Phoenix Tears might be useful, but nothing else will have any effect." "

Solim was considering whether or not to tell Gilvais what was going on at Hogwarts, after all, Madam Pomfrey was still standing here, and he had to take care of it.

"Forget it, let's try it first. Gilves carefully picked up Solim's bones and put on a quaint bracelet that shimmered silver and was encrusted with a turquoise gemstone.

The bracelet quickly changed: the turquoise gemstone began to turn black, as if absorbing some of the black mist, and the body of the bracelet became rusty with the naked eye.

"Wait for your grandfather to come over, I don't have a good way. Gilves shook his head and made the same judgment as Madam Pomfrey: "If you don't expel the dark magic first, you won't be able to heal your injuries." "