Harry Potter's Bastard

At Hogwarts, as always, nothing in the outside world seems to be able to affect this "Eden" of the wizarding world, and the students are still the same, unaware that just a few dozen hours ago, a great battle between wizards and vampires took place in northern France, and it will have a major impact on the future.

As the students talked about Quidditch and the new things in Weasley's Wizarding Workshop, Solim felt more and more out of place with his peers. It's not a question of strength, it's about the degree of access to information and the degree of participation in certain events.

The students did not react to Solim's return to school, although Harry the "Savior" was considered a celebrity at Hogwarts, but in the absence of "talking points" for the students, almost no one would notice Solim.

Except for those who are genuinely curious and can talk to Solim~.

Sylna obviously doesn't have the scruples of the average student, she can ask very casually, and in most cases she can get a more comprehensive answer.

"You're saying you're taking a leave of absence just to go out and fight those vampires?"

Solim looked strange, he always felt that his sister was different from ordinary people in the focus of events.

"Don't say that, I look like one of those school thugs. "

Silna then shows a woman's unique, whimsical shift in focus -

"Why did you come back at this time? Is there not enough bed at home?" Silna lay on the bed, half of her arms propped up, looking at Solim who was leaning against the head of the bed, he still had a wand in his hand.

Solim didn't speak, he knew what the conversation would be like.

"You're married!" Silna was visibly annoyed, "why can't you stay overnight since you're back?"

"Where do I feel like that now, my good sister. Solim sighed and lowered his wand.

In his opinion, the loss of his patronus is even more serious than the problem of some male functions.

"Your brother is in big trouble right now, and I don't have any interest in dealing with anything else until this is resolved. "

"Oh, another trouble?" said Sylna, sitting up from the bed, "Tell me about it." "

Solim didn't speak for a moment, but just picked up his wand, causing the wand in Sylna's robe to fly out.

"I remember telling you that wands should be within reach at all times, in any place, in any situation, and you didn't seem to listen. "

Solim flicked Sylna's wand over.

"I'm not you," said Sylna, angrily, "and you have to press your wand under your pillow even when you sleep." What are you doing-"

Silna picked up her wand.

"Release your Patronus. Solim said, "Now is it." "

Sylna didn't dwell on it, she waved her wand in a circle, and without chanting a spell, a silver light rushed out of the tip of the wand very quickly, and began to circle around the dormitory quickly, because the speed was so fast that it was impossible to see the specific form of the patronus.

Solim knew it was a swift.

The ash on the shelf flapped its wings twice, showing considerable interest in the winged "kind".

"That's good. Solim sighed meaninglessly.

Sylna let the Patronus rest on her shoulder, and the Patronus' glow illuminated half of her face in the darkness.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Sylna seemed to finally notice something was wrong.

Solim didn't speak, he raised his wand, and under Sylna's surprised gaze, a few thin wisps of silver mist floated limply from the tip of his wand.

"Oh my God!" Sylna lifted the covers and jumped straight out of bed.

"Where's your Patronus!" Sylna finally knew what had happened - her brother, the genius Solim, had lost his Patronus.

Sylna remembers very well that the image had taken root in her mind. When the dementors were overwhelming from across the Rhine, cold and desperate had taken hold of her, the mighty Patronus drove away the Dementors who had formed a large "black cloud".

Sylna dared to say that if someone else came, the Patronus would not even hear a sound from the dementors. The despair that almost condenses into a physical body will drain the will and positive emotions that have been infused in the Patronus in a matter of seconds. But Solim's Phoenix Patronus drove away the countless dementor armies and kept the disgusting creatures of darkness from stepping across the Rhine again.

But now, the mighty Patronus is gone.

Sylna certainly knew what it meant for a wizard to lose her Patronus, which is why she would jump out of bed with a spirit.

"It's obvious. Solim smiled wryly, "I lost it—for now." "

"Don't think about those dark magics!" Sylna raised her voice, "If you continue like this, you will really become a dark wizard!"

"I'm definitely not going to touch the dark magic again during this time, that's for sure. Solim said, "At least until I reclaim my Patronus, I won't be exposed to the dark arts." "

"We're going to touch it later, right?" Silna hugged her shoulders.

"I don't have a choice, and you're not unaware. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Aren't you afraid of losing your Patronus completely?"

The situation that Sylna says is not impossible, and it is quite likely. Once the balance is broken, it will be difficult to regain it, and even if the Patronus can be regained, as long as Solim does not stop studying the dark arts, then losing the Patronus again can be said to be a sure thing.

"I'm afraid," Solim nodded, "I've worked so hard, spent so much time, and suffered so much to finally be able to release a powerful Patronus, so naturally I can't bear it." "

"Then don't touch the dark magic again!"

"Do you really think I can do it?" Solim asked rhetorically, "I don't want to, either, but there are some things you can't do if you don't want to." You don't know what Selwyn is based on, do you really think that those old things in the family can tolerate a rebellious me? Grandpa has no status in the family, and he has no right to speak, if I don't want to get into trouble, I have to show up. "[]

"The price is that you become a ghost?"

"I'll try to keep a balance. Solim slammed his head on the head of the bed, "Try to find the best of both worlds." "

"I'm not optimistic. Sylna grimaced.

Solim knew that Sylna couldn't be blamed for her pessimistic view of this. Black magic and white magic are fundamentally at odds with each other, and going deep into one will inevitably weaken the other. But he has no choice but to take one step at a time, at least for now, to find the patron saint back and die.