Harry Potter's Bastard

"I know you all want to take credit for the school," Dumbledore spoke again, the whispers of the students disappearing, "but I want you to do what you can." For some reason......"

With that, Dumbledore glanced at the Slytherin table without leaving a trace.

“...... There are no restrictions on students who sign up for this triwizard tournament. Seeing that the students were restless again, Dumbledore pressed his hand, "But as your headmaster, I still hope that students under the age of seventeen will not sign up. Because it's impossible to pass those levels, you still have a lot to learn, and the vast majority of junior students don't have the means of the Triwizard Tournament, so I still hope that you can do what you can. "

Dumbledore's words did not dampen the enthusiasm of the students in any way. At least the Gryffindor students felt as if they had just collectively gone deaf, and did not react to Dumbledore's warnings.

"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will all be warm and friendly during our foreign dignitaries here, and that you will wholeheartedly support Hogwarts Warriors once they are chosen. Well, it's not early, and it's important that you walk into class tomorrow morning feeling refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed!

With that, Dumbledore sat down and turned his face to talk to Moody on the side.

The students lined up and walked out of the auditorium, discussing the Triwizard Tournament along the way. There is no doubt that the students must have gone to bed very late tonight, because they are so energetic that they can't sleep for hours without talking in bed.

Although the rain stopped the next morning, the sky was still gloomy and foggy, and the ceiling of the auditorium was a good reflection of the weather. At breakfast, there were still students continuing the conversation from last night, but now they were talking more about the new professor in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Moody's appearance is so impactful, if you don't say he's a professor, just look at his gloomy expression, terrifying appearance, and terrifying aura, you can say that he's a dark wizard. In fact, Moody is indeed a dark wizard.

In fact, all Aurors are considered dark wizards, as long as they can complete their tasks, they will do whatever it takes, and in fact, the Aurors' code of conduct clearly states that they can do anything in the mission, as long as they can complete the task. And Moody's has been an Auror all his life, and this style has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

On the first day of school, Solim was definitely the most idle student in the entire fourth grade, and there were only two compulsory classes today, one was a morning Charms class and the other was an afternoon herbal class, both with Ravenclaw. Unlike other students who rushed to the next elective class after class, Solim's first day was too light.

However, for those students who chose the Magical Creature Protection class, the first day was not so easy, and reality directly gave them an over-the-shoulder fall.

Professor Hagrid introduced them to a new magical creature that none of the students had ever seen, including Hermione. Of course they hadn't seen it, let alone seen it, they hadn't even heard of it—because these magical creatures that Hagrid called "fried tail snails" had been bred by Hagrid himself, and they looked like deformed, shelled lobsters, gray and slimy, and the appearance was very terrifying, many feet sticking out horizontally, and they couldn't see where their heads were, and they also emitted a very strong smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp, and their tails would explode from time to time.

Such a terrible creature caused the students to suffer, as Hagrid told the students to feed the disgusting creatures, and many of the students were injured in the process. Hagrid's reputation also dropped rapidly among students because of the fried snails.

During dinner that night, Draco was talking to Solim about what had happened in the Magical Creature Conservation class.

"I can't believe it!" Draco sliced a chop hard, "He dared to breed a new species without permission, I must write to my father." "

"Come on, Draco. Solim was enjoying the pudding that Sylna had just served him, "Don't waste any effort on these things. "

"I'm curious if the creature you're talking about is called a 'fried snail'?" asked Sylna, "I've never seen a new species yet." "

"It's better not to see that disgusting thing, or you won't be able to eat. Draco swore recklessly, "The students of the four houses have reached a consensus on this - except for Potter and Weasley. "

It's Thursday, and after dinner, everyone is coming to the small classroom, and Harry even comes with Hermione. Solim didn't say anything about it, savior, he was able to make a hand.

"What's wrong with Hermione?" Solim noticed that something was wrong with Hermione's mood.

"Uh...... It's nothing. Harry was the first to speak, "She's ......"

"Solim, you have a house-elf too, don't you? I remember being in yours in first grade, ahem...... Seen on the train. Hermione had wanted to say that it was in Solim's box, but fortunately, Hermione remembered that Solim had said that he didn't want others to know about his box, so she changed her tune.

I almost forgot about it...... Solim quickly realized that Hermione seemed to have the naïve idea of fighting for the rights of the house-elves.

"Hermione......" Harry tried to stop Hermione.

"Yes, indeed, what? Would you like to meet it?" asked Solim.

"Do you pay him, do you have a holiday?" Hermione emphasized "him", unhappy that Solim called the house-elves as if they were a working object.

As soon as Hermione said this, everyone in the small classroom looked at Hermione with a neurotic look - Neville didn't, he was sneaking a sneak glance at Solim out of the corner of his eye.

"Uh...... Solim, Hermione, she ......" Harry tried to stop Hermione a second time, but failed.

"Harry, don't speak. Hermione backhanded Harry's hand that was tugging at her school robe.

"Will you pay for your clothes, shoes, chairs, food, and give them holidays?" Solim asked rhetorically.

Hermione looked at Solim with an incredulous gaze, as if she had known him for the first time.

"I can't believe it! that's how you treat house-elves!" Hermione was excited, "they're not objects! they deserve their rightful rights, not exploited and oppressed!"

Poof......

Solim really couldn't hold back, and his mouth leaked.

"Ahem...... You continue. "