Harry Potter's Bastard

Wizards can't use magic when their souls are badly damaged, at least not yet.

He needs to send the message back, but before that, he has to get back to himself.

For the wealthy Selwyn, potions were a must-have, not to mention his good relationship with the Orvis family, so there was no shortage of potions for Solim.

But he couldn't get it out of the box with the Carrying Charm. The condition of Venus in the eyes cannot be identified one by one.

So he needed help – the help of an insider.

Preferably something that can be trusted.

Solim overheard Harry's conversation with Ash, but he was clearly not a good fit - without Snape's notebook, Harry's Potions grades would not have been read.

Besides, the potions he was going to use weren't part of Hogwarts' teaching at all.

Fortunately, he soon heard~ Sirius's voice.

The dual identities of the Black family and the Aurors have the knowledge to deal with potions.

As he was about to speak, Solim finally realized that his mouth was still full of dirt.

The soul is battered like that, you can't manage your body at all. It's a good sign that Solim can still think now, and not just a mess of his brain - of course, there are deeper reasons if you want to dig deeper.

It was difficult to push the soil out of his mouth with his tongue, although there was still some residue in his mouth, but it didn't affect his speech too much.

Sirius ......

The voice was faint, but Sirius noticed it.

"How can I help you. "

His keen observation allowed him to see that Solim had no obvious injuries — which was bad.

The absence of trauma means that it is not physical.

"Box...... "For the first time, Solim hated the English language because it had so many syllables.

Sirius heard.

"You want me to take out your chest, do you?" Sirius confirmed, "move your fingers, if you can do it." "

Solim's left hand, which was not holding his wand, moved slightly.

Sirius, noticing this, quickly began to move.

"Key...... Left hand. Solim's physical strength did not allow him to speak in full sentences, he could only hint through his vocabulary.

Harry leaned in.

However, he did not disturb his godfather's movements, and he chose to remain silent.

A pocket-sized box no larger than a fist was turned out, and Sirius pulled another hand across Solim's left hand, the touch of his hand that made him understand something immediately.

Rolling up their sleeves, Sirius and Harry saw the string of bits and pieces tied to Solim's arm: three portkeys of different shapes, a large, old-fashioned single-tooth key, and a slightly smaller three-tooth key.

"Which one?" Sirius tugged at the magical chains that held the keys to them.

"That little one. Harry was talking, he had seen Solim unpack.

"Second drawer from the left in the second row......" Solim rested for a long time for this half sentence, his consciousness was getting more and more blurred.

"Yes, the second drawer, and then?" Sirius asked anxiously, "There are 5 potions here!"

In the drawer in front of Sirius were five bottles of potions, which were not easy to look at.

One is a thumb-sized bottled with a pointed bottom and a golden-brown, viscous liquid inside. Needless to say, Sirius was sure it was a magic elixir.

One is a No. 7 pot-bellied vial, which can be held completely with one hand, and the potion inside is purple...... This is a rather rare color for potions. Sirius did not find the corresponding knowledge in his own mind.

An empty bottle...... Sirius, however, wasn't sure if it was really what he saw, as the stopper on the top of the bottle looked very tightly plugged.

Then came a bottle of silvery-white, viscous liquid that looked like unicorn blood, but Sirius wasn't sure.

Finally, there was a bottle of colorful potions, which he knew, the all-purpose potion, also known as the chicken rib potion. He didn't know if it had any effect on Solim's injuries. Because he didn't look like he was wounded, and he didn't look like he was poisoned,

"Purple ......"

"He said purple!" Harry kept an eye on Solim and immediately reported Sirius.

"Okay!Purple!Can you drink it directly?" (If you read a violent novel, you can go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Sirius and Harry swapped places.

"Stay away, you idiots!"

Most of the wizards from the Ministry of Magic gathered around, one was that the phoenix was too conspicuous, and the other was wondering what was going on.

"Water...... On my head. "

"On your head? Are you sure? move your fingers! Solim!" Sirius confirmed. []

Not all potions are drunk, that's for sure.

But for most wizards, the potion that needs to be used externally is nothing more than the white fragrance to treat external injuries, and they don't know what it takes to hurt their souls.

The change began when a mist-like purple potion covered Solim's face.

Purple smoke billowed and darkened until it turned black and dissipated into the air.

When Solim showed his face again, it seemed to Sirius and Harry to be just as bad, but it was enough for Solim.

"Thank you very much. "

He was still weak to speak, but his thoughts were much clearer than the grogginess he had just had.

"What happened?" Sirius asked solemnly.

Solim wasn't a mediocre man, Sirius knew that, and he knew that there were few people in the Order of the Phoenix who could magically outperform the young man who had just graduated.

So the question is, what caused him to be so badly injured?

He already had a guess in his heart, and although it was rare, the soul wound was indeed very much in line with Solim's performance. As a pure-blood, no matter how much Sirius hated this identity, he still had the insight that a pure-blood wizard should have.

"Silent Ran - a mature period of violent Silent Ran. "

Solim sat up with Harry's support.

"Don't think about it, the wizard sent by the Presbyterians to keep an eye on is dead, and one of our families is dead, and if it weren't for the ashes, I would have died there. "

Ash leaned in, and Solim touched its beautiful crested feathers.

The soul-touching scream not long ago is not something that can be won by numbers. If the Aurors and Strikers of the Ministry of Magic had just been there, they would have been wiped out.

Solim was so unbearable that these even less powerful wizards would probably pass out on the spot.

Don't compare the famous Credence incident to this one, it's not comparable at all.

Credence is an extremely rare silent person, and he is the only one so far. More silent people will die at the age of 12 from the silent outbursts of the body.

A Silent Ran who is in the midst of an explosion is extremely terrifying—far more terrifying than Credence who has not yet broken away from the Silence of the Inner Body.

At the beginning, so many Aurors of the Magic Congress did not kill Credence and the silence in his body on the spot, not to mention that Solim encountered a more powerful individual.

"It's not something the Ministry of Magic can handle. Solim began to pack up his box, "Unless you want to put together the Aurors and the Strikers. "

"Then we don't care?" Harry asked.

"Looking for the Council of Elders, didn't a few people chase them to the city just now? Look for them, don't think about it—I'm talking about you. "

Solim poked Harry with the tip of his wand.