Harry Potter's Bastard

If it weren't for Dumbledore's presence, Solim didn't know how to escape Slughorn's talk about wine appreciation, and just as he was explaining to Elena his thoughts on the taste of redcurrant rum and Ogden's aged whiskey, the Headmaster, who had not been seen for a long time, finally appeared.

Dumbledore looked very tired, unabashedly tired, the flesh on his cheeks seemed to have slackened, his blue eyes were no longer focused, and his normally reassuring voice was no longer full of breath.

He seems to have aged rapidly in a short period of time.

Seeing that the principal had something to say, everyone fell silent.

"I'm very aware of the tension you're feeling during this time, so when your Professor Slughorn approached me and asked me to have a big evening with a difference, I immediately agreed. "

The students began to applaud enthusiastically, and at the same time, many eyes focused on the smug fat professor.

"Proper relaxation is necessary, and I know what you have endured during this time. I'm not going to say those things that spoil the fun tonight - just let it go. "

The music jerked on, and on the round podium in the middle of the dance floor, the Weird Sisters appeared, they—yes, they, the Weird Sisters were all men. They began to scream, and the students erupted in loud cheers. The Weird Sisters are a well-known group in the wizarding world, with a lot of fans, and many wizards are fans of them - if they are also "songs".

It's so noisy!

However, Elena was quite excited, and she took out her wand and quietly turned her high heels into flats, jumping and jumping with some of the students.

"Don't run away," Solim grabbed Sylna and shouted at the top of his voice, "Look at her, I'll disappear for a while." "

Sirna's already happy expression suddenly fell, and she stared straight at Solim.

"You don't like this at all, so what are you going to do tonight?"

"Nothing," Solim said naturally, "find a place to get some air." "

"Just go out and get some air?" Sylna looked odd, "Do you think I'm a troll?"

"Forget it, I don't care about you, but you have to come back when we can dance! "

The younger sister drew the bottom line, and Solim, who was the elder brother, could only agree. If he wasn't there when he danced, it would be Embarrassment for Elena.

At this time, the Great Hall was not as brightly lit as usual, the light was relatively dim, and a considerable part of the "light source" was provided by the ghosts, and a group of ghosts led by Nick of Gryffindor and the Fat Friar of Hufflepuff happily floated in the air to join the evening, you know, they have not been lively for a long time.

Solim looked around, in the corner near the door, where the light was good, and most importantly, there was no one there, only a pile of empty tables, chairs and benches.

As soon as he sat down, Solim pulled out a map of the living spots, trying to find any suspicious names on it.

But it's not an easy task, especially now that the names are stacked on top of each other, and it's quite difficult to see them all.

This evening's event was held under the name of the Slug Club, and although it was clearly stated that any student could participate, not all students came. Compared to the muddle of names in the Great Hall, the names displayed elsewhere in the castle are quite conspicuous.

Solim saw that Nott's gang were cats in the Slytherin common room, and although they could "theoretically" come to the evening party, these black second generations obviously wouldn't be so careless and come here to make themselves uncomfortable.

"Poor fellows. "

Solim shook his head, quickly going over the names of the rest of the castle. There wasn't a single one in the Gryffindor common room, all of them had come to the evening, and so did the Hufflepuffs, but there were a few students in the Ravenclaw common room, one in the library, two in the dorms, and three in their common room.

"Two fifth-graders, four seventh-graders. Solim identified a few people who didn't come to Ravenclaw, and found that there was nothing wrong with the names, "Is Ravenclaw so curly?"

On top of that, he spotted Luna wandering around the abandoned classrooms on the fifth floor on the map.

To be honest, it's a bit hard to judge. Because that's what a girl like Luna can do—to wander around the castle alone while everyone is at the party.

There is nothing special about the place on the fifth floor, except that it leads to the forbidden book area, but the door is blocked all year round, and if you want to get to the forbidden area, you can only go up from the library on the fourth floor.

Solim decided to see for himself later, if he didn't find any clues.

I've seen the place outside the auditorium, and there's nothing wrong with it. Solim finally turned his gaze to the largest hall with the most names on the map.

I finally found "Newt" in the name of the bunch. Artemis. Fido. Scamander", Solim began to center on this, trying to identify the names around him one by one.

"Aren't you going to drink something?"

A familiar voice rang out above Solim's head, along with the sound of a glass on the table.

"Hermione. Solim nodded, then continued to look down at the map.

"Why are you here, is the noise too harsh?" (read violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"I just wanted to come over and see what you're doing. Hermione shifted her chair and sat down beside Solim.

"You know what? You're sitting here so conspicuous that anyone who turns around can see a lone person sitting in the corner. Hermione pushed the cup on the table, "Brought to you, canyon water, I know you're only drinking this." "

"Thank you. But I don't need it yet. "

Hermione tilted her head, looked at Solim's side face, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"It seems that what happened last time had a big impact on you. "[]

"What last time...... Oh, not really. Solim denied: "It's just that I'm really not thirsty." "

"What are you doing?" Hermione leaned her head over, "to come to the evening and sit here alone, and to leave Mrs. Selwyn aside." When I came over, I saw that Sylna didn't seem very happy. "

"Looking for someone who might show up. Solim finally looked up, but not at Hermione, but in the direction of the staff break room.

"Oh, do you really think you can find it?" Hermione said meaninglessly.

Solim froze for a moment, then turned to look at Hermione.

Hermione was still the same Hermione, but her expression wasn't the same as the girl Solim knew about her.

Glancing at the map in his hand, the ink group he represented was indeed "Hermione." Simple. Granger".

"This little object is indeed a good prop, but it can deceive you, especially if a great wizard deliberately conceals it. "

In Solim's heavier breathing, "Hermione." Simple. Granger "gradually became" Gellert. Grindelwald".

In Solim's incredulous gaze, "Hermione" smiled lightly:

"First meeting, Mr. Selwyn. But you don't seem to be as good as Albus describes. "。