Harry Potter's Bastard

If someone else were to do something like a special permit for potion trafficking, the relationship to be cleared up would be quite complicated. But Solim only had to write a few letters.

The Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur, owes him an unknown amount of favors, Hermione, the director of the Muggle Cooperation Department, is his classmate, and Draco, the standing member of the Communication Committee, is his best friend...... As soon as the three letters were issued, the special permit was placed on Báb's desk in the afternoon.

The old goblin wept excitedly, and hurriedly framed this incomparably precious permit.

So on the evening of the day, the eight goblins came to the door with their treasured goblin ~ elf sword.

Babu just sent out his elf brother and went door to door to tell these guys who had the fairy sword in their hands - it, Babu Daddy, now had a license to make a lot of money, so these goblins who were also miserable - came to the door.

Solim was placed by Babu in a nearby secret room, where he could see any movement in the office. He knew what Babu meant, and he was very satisfied with the old goblin's "upper way".

"Look at it, you treacherous and hopeless thorns!" said Babu triumphantly sitting behind his desk, showing the special permits on the wall to the elves who had been invited.

As long as there is this, then the goblins who want to make money will only look to themselves, and Babu knows this very well.

The elves gathered around and began to talk about what seemed to be the permit...... They then conclude that the license is genuine.

It turned out to be true?

The license issued by the Office of the Minister of Magic, the Department of Cooperation on Muggle Affairs, and the Exchange Committee would fall on the head of the Báb?

When did this old thing have so much power?

This is not something that can be done by piling Galleons on top of it! Without the presence of the big guys, let alone the entire license, even the door to the Minister of Magic's office can't get in!

But if Babu had this kind of energy, would he still be mixed up to this point?

The elves are not fuel-efficient lamps, and they immediately realize that Babu must have caught up with some big guy recently.

"Who helped you?"

"What did you betray?"

"What do you want us to do?"

The elves began to babble to ask Babu what was of most concern to them.

"Quiet, you cunning men!" said Babu pulled out his pipe and began to swallow the clouds.

"The big man is a collector, and he loves our elven sword......" Babu knocked his pipe, "If your collection can get his eye, then—"

The latter words of the Báb were not spoken, but the elves understood it all.

"If you deceive us—"

In the face of questioning, Babu said nothing, except pointed to the special permit hanging on the wall.

The pressures of reality brought the goblins to their knees.

If they had a choice, how could they hand over the sword they had treasured for many years? Letting a goblin of status hand over a sword is tantamount to asking a wizard to hand over his wand.

But reality is reality. Under the pressure of embargoes, blockades, and raids, these goblins can no longer hold on. Some of them had really run out of oil, and if the Báb had stayed up for two more days, some of them might have taken the risk of doing something shady and shady.

Eight goblins brought seven swords.

"Zakin!" Babu slapped the table and stood up, "Didn't the man I sent make it clear to you?"

"I lost it, not so long ago. Zakin unfastened his clothes, revealing the long, diagonal scar on his chest and abdomen, which was still fresh and apparently had only healed recently.

What Babu values most is the sword in Zagin's hand - the Soul Drinker. Forging by Zakin's grandfather and father, it has a high level of growth and is capable of killing a person completely, making it impossible to return to this world by any means.

Now, it says the sword is gone?

Ba'b's heart clenched, and if he could not satisfy the big men in the chamber who were listening to the conversation, it would be impossible to say where the permit on the wall would bring him wealth and status.

"What's going on?" asked Babu.

"A bunch of dark wizards, what the hell! I don't even know where they got the news that the Soul Drinker is in my hands. Zakin cursed as he rebuttoned his clothes.

Babu narrowed his eyes and looked back and forth at Zakin.

The dark wizard came to the door to grab the treasure, and he would still leave a living mouth?

What about cheating on children?

Zakin knew what was thinking when he saw Babu's face, and quickly explained:

My nephew informed the nearby patrols, and the Aurors arrived in time to survive. Your people found me when I was getting ready to move. "

Babu's pointed ears moved suddenly, and then asked: (Read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"Those dark wizards...... Do you see where they're coming from?"

"They speak English, and it's a Requix Curse from the beginning, and the purpose is clear. Zakin said.

The Báb asked:

"What do they call each other directly?"

"They are careful, but they are obviously only sent out to do things, for the masters of their mouths. Zagin shook his head, "In these days, dark wizards are everywhere, and those with a little ability can snare some of their subordinates. "[]

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Babu waited sideways for a moment, then raised his voice and shouted outside:

"Ralph, take the guests to rest, give them something to drink. Zakin, you wait a minute. "

Then, under Zakin's astonished gaze, Solim walked out of the secret room beside him.

"You took refuge in a wizard?" Zakin jerked his head to look at the Báb.

"Don't say it so ugly. Solim waved his hand and motioned to Báb to come.

"Can you goblins get that special permit? "

Zakin stopped talking, but looked at Solim with a wary gaze.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm interested in the dark wizards who attacked you. Solim said, "Do you see their faces?"

Zagin shook his head.

"Well, do they have any characteristics other than that they speak English? any trait is fine, like the style of their wand, the information they reveal in their conversations......"

"I don't know!" Zakin was a little irritated, "I was under the Imperius Curse in the first place! If it weren't for the Aurors coming quickly, I would have died!"

Solim nodded.

"Then let me ask a more offensive question - of course, since you said you were going to move, I want to ask, where is your home?"

Zagin glanced at Babu before reluctantly saying, "Sur." "

Báb added: "In Germany, this old thing used to live in the Bell Mountain. "

Germany...... A few English-speaking wizards purposefully went to a reclusive elf's house to plot a elven sword in their hand.

It's so much fun.

But Germany ...... Isn't that Grindelwald's turf?

Could it be his saints who did it?

In fact, at first, Solim wondered if it was the Death Eaters who hadn't shown up for a long time. After all, the effect of the Soul Drinker is truly amazing - it can kill a person completely. For wizards who have been reborn, it's normal for Soul Drinkers to be valued. What's more, this fairy sword also has the characteristic of killing growth, which is simply scratching Voldemort's itch.

But now he's not sure.

Because the location takes place in Germany.

If Voldemort and the Death Eaters were hiding in Germany, Grindelwald would have known nothing about it?

You must know that the saints under his command can drown the group of Englishmen who have been wandering all the time with a single mouthful of foam.

Solim thought of what his father had told him before: go to Germany to find Grindelwald.

Maybe he really should check it out.

Of course, he will bring Willard beggar at that time.