Harry Potter's Bastard

"What did you say?" Aunt Vernon glanced back at Penny, "You said you saved him?"

"It seems to me that you made him become—" Vernon paused, perhaps thinking it was a bit bad to use certain words to describe Dudley now, "-what it looks like now, isn't it?"

"It's not me! it's the Dementors!" Harry told the truth, but he didn't expect Dursley to understand him.

“...... What's weird?"

"Dementors - they're the guards of Azkaban. "

The air in the room froze again—both Harry and Uncle Vernon looked at Penny in disbelief.

“...... What? honey?"

"You even know about the Dementors?!"

Harry thought it was an amazing evening. Their neighbor, an old lady who liked cats, would have been a Squib, and now, Aunt Petunia, knew what a Dementor was! Harry didn't know what he was in right now, and not so long ago, he had unleashed a full-fledged physical Patronus. Aside from the hapless Dudley, Harry felt that it was worth it for the Dementors to come tonight—to master the Patronus Charm, which had been making little progress, and to let himself know so much.

But Harry soon stopped thinking so.

A long-eared owl suddenly swooped in through the kitchen window. Nearly hitting the top of Uncle Vernon's head, it glided through the kitchen, dropping a large piece of parchment letter in its mouth at Harry's feet, then turned gracefully, the ends of its wings over the top of the refrigerator, and then flew outside again and spurred up and disappeared through the garden.

"Owl!" Uncle Vernon roared, the bulging veins throbbing angrily in his face, and he slammed the kitchen window shut. "An owl! I will never let another owl into my house!"

But Harry had already torn open the envelope and pulled the letter out, and somewhere in his heart had been struck hard.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received information that you have cast Parthenam magic in Muggle settlements at 9:23 tonight, and in the presence of a Muggle. This has already violated Article 70 of the Ordinance Restricting the Use of Witchcraft by Minors, which will result in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A representative of the Ministry of Magic will arrive at your accommodation in a short time and destroy your wand.

Hope you're doing well,

You're sincere

Mafalda Hopkek

Office of Misuse of Magic at the Ministry of Magic

Harry read the letter twice. He was only vaguely aware of the conversation between Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny. Everything was cold and numb in his head. This fact pierced his consciousness like a paralyzing dart. He was removed from Hogwarts. It's all over. He couldn't go back.

He looked up at the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon's face was purple and he was roaring loudly, his fists still raised. Aunt Petunia puts her arm around Dudley, who vomits again.

Harry's briefly numb brain seemed to be awake again. A representative of the Ministry of Magic will soon arrive at your residence and destroy your wand. This can only mean one thing. That's why he has to run right now. Harry didn't know where he was going, but he was sure of one thing, he needed his wand both at Hogwarts and outside. In a dreamlike state, he drew his wand and turned to leave the kitchen.

"Where do you think you're going?" exclaimed Uncle Vernon.

When Harry refused to answer, he walked through the kitchen and slammed the door to the living room.

"We're not done yet, boy!"

"Get out of the way," Harry said calmly.

"You're going to stay here and explain what's wrong with my son. "Aunt Vernon won't give an inch.

"If you don't get out of the way, I'll curse you. Harry said, raising his wand as he did so.

Just as the room fell silent in a confrontation, a voice came from outside the door:

"Broken jars, broken cans, a broken letter from the Ministry of Magic makes you think you've been fired?"

Harry couldn't believe his ears, the voice was so familiar to Harry, but Harry couldn't believe it was here, at the door of the Dursleys' house.

"Solim?" Harry asked, somewhat uncertain.

"Of course it's me! "

Of course, Vernon wouldn't let Harry open the door, and anyone who could meet someone like Harry could only be "that kind of person", and Vernon thought that having someone like Harry in the house was bad enough, where would another unknown "freak" enter his house.

"Let me pass. Harry said as he looked at Aunt Vernon, who was blocking the door of the living room.

"No, I'm not going to let another guy like you into my house!" Vernon was adamant, and he was adamant that Harry wouldn't let him go.

"Well, if you don't let me in, then I'll have to come in on my own. Outside the door, Solim's voice came in again, followed by the sound of the door opening.

A dangerous "freak" broke into his house, and Aunt Vernon was a little scared, but he opened the door to the living room and tried to kick Solim out.

"Get out! we don't welcome people like you here!" Uncle Vernon, who had been yelling at Solim in a terrible manner, frowned when he saw Solim, and he was a little puzzled, because Solim didn't look like "that kind of person" - the kid in front of him was obviously underage, but he was dressed very well, and he was not dressed in a dirty black robe and a ridiculous pointed hat on his head, as he had originally thought.

"You see, I could have come in on my own. Solim pointed to the closed door behind him and said, "But I think I'd like to be polite since the owner is at home, but it seems like I'm thinking too much." "

"Who are you, why did you come to our house?" said Aunt Vernon, looking at Solim warily.

"I'm Harry's classmate. Hearing Solim's words, Uncle Vernon's eyes widened.

"As for why I'm here?" Solim smiled at Harry behind Vernon and said, "Of course, to keep some people from doing stupid things—whether it's you or Harry. "

"Why don't we go in and talk?" Solim glanced into the room, "I think your son needs help right now—if you want him to stay like this, then I'll leave it unsaid." "

"Solim, why are you here?" said Harry, squeezing out from behind Uncle Vernon's fat body.

"Dumbledore please—of course, maybe he thinks I shouldn't be so idle this holiday...... Anyway, he asked me to come and live with you, so that you wouldn't do something 'drastic' - like leaving the house. "

Once inside, Solim began to look at the Dursleys' furnishings. Solim had also thought about getting some electrical appliances in his house, such as televisions or electric lights, but Elrond's magic was in conflict with these, and Solim had to either remove the defenses or not use any electrical appliances, and it was a bit inconvenient to get those things on Fell Island......

Seriously, this period of vacation has given Solim a sense of boredom that he hasn't felt in a long time.