Harry Potter's Bastard

"Oh my God, didn't you do anything?" said Solim, looking at the pale Dudley, "Didn't you give him chocolate?"

The two Muggles in the room who were still able to think normally, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, looked at Solim warily.

"Chocolate?"

"That's right, getting a chocolate bar after encountering the Dementors is a great relief - especially for those who don't have the ability to cast spells," Solim said, turning his head to Harry, "I thought you knew - that's what Professor Lupin did on the train, after all, did you forget?"

Harry shrugged and made a helpless look at Solim.

"I just said it, they-" Harry said, gesturing at Aunt Vernon and Aunt Penny, "and they have to be able to listen." They reject everything that has to do with magic. "

"Oh, I guess 'chocolate', this isn't anything to do with magic, is it?" Solim looked at Vernon and said, "If you want your son to be better, you'd better get him a piece." "

"No—the doctor told him not to eat these things anymore, that's for his body—" Vernon was obviously a man who had the doctor's order engraved in his head, but it was no wonder that Dudley's stature, if he continued to eat like that, was likely to be so obese that he couldn't even get out of the door.

Dudley had a noticeable reaction to the word "chocolate" and turned his gaze to the refrigerator.

"Vernon!"

“...... Okay, okay. Harry saw Aunt Vernon scolding towards the fridge, "Why should we listen to him......?

"It's just a bar of chocolate, and the only reason your son will hurt is that he's choking. Solim gave Harry a speechless look. The Dursleys were really wary of the wizarding crowd, but Solim could understand it, after all, they didn't have a good encounter with wizards, did they? Hagrid made Dudley grow a pig's tail, and then his own fireplace was blown up by a group of wizards, and the Weasley twins caused Dudley a great psychological shadow......

Understandable, understandable.

Dudley's face was noticeably better after gobbling up a whole piece of chocolate, and he seemed to have regained some sanity.

"Dada, how are you?" Penny held Dudley's big chubby face in both hands, staring nervously into Dudley's eyes.

“...... Feel...... Seems...... It's like hell......" Dudley still shuddered from time to time as he held the bucket.

"And then you feel like you're never going to be happy anymore - well, we all know what Dementors can do to people. But now it's okay, you can just go back and get some sleep. Solim then said to the Dursleys, "If he's worried about nightmares, just give him a little sleeping pill, either a diazepam or a barbiturate." "

They could all understand Solim's words, but there were two words that they didn't understand for a while.

"Solim, what are you talking about?" Harry looked at Solim strangely, "Are those two words the names of sleeping pills?"

"It's a type of sleeping pill. Solim looked at the Dursleys, "I know you don't trust wizards, but when it comes to healing and mitigating certain injuries caused by magic, ordinary people's medicines can sometimes be effective - though I think the Water of Life and Death is more effective. "

Perhaps because Solim had been very disciplined from the moment he entered the door, or perhaps because Solim did not appear to be any threat, the Dursleys' vigilance finally began to wane.

"Who the hell are you, and why did you come to our house?" asked Penny as she put her arm around Dudley.

"Okay, I'll say it again. Solim pulled a chair and sat down, "I'm Harry's classmate, you don't need to know the name, anyway, we probably won't see each other again." "

"I'm here for one purpose: to keep this fool from leaving this house. Solim pointed to Harry next to him.

"Don't worry, someone will pick him up later. "

"Wait a minute, you said someone would pick me up later?" Harry didn't bother to care what Solim called him.

Literally. Dumbledore asked me to come here to stop you from doing stupid things. Solim glanced at Harry, "For some reason, it takes time for those who are going to come and pick you up. And I-" Solim said, pointing to his chest, "probably the fastest person to get here besides Dumbledore." "

"If you did choose to get out of here, no one else would have had time to stop you—and I don't think you'd listen to that old lady, would you?" Solim hinted to Harry.

Harry certainly didn't understand what Solim was talking about an hour ago, but after coming into contact with Mrs. Figg, Harry knew exactly who Solim was talking about. Mrs. Feige probably didn't think she would have been killed, and as soon as she told Harry on the front foot not to leave the house, Harry ran out on the back foot.

"I remember I reminded you before the holidays—"

"Ahh Harry sighed.

Before the holiday, Solim had warned him not to run around during the holiday, but Solim was not himself, how did he know what kind of day he was living every day? If it weren't for Hermione's birthday some time ago, they would have been able to eat some leftovers every day. And he didn't have any information from the outside world, which Harry felt was unfair to someone who had seen Voldemort return.

"You mean—there's going to be a bunch of ...... later. People like you are coming to my house?" said Uncle Vernon looked at Solim with a frown, as if he had just eaten some expired food.

"That's right, a few wizards will come and take Harry later. Solim looked at the nervous Dursleys and said, "Don't worry, they won't do anything to you—as long as you don't do anything to them." They're going to take Harry soon, and then you won't see him for the rest of the year, how about it?

"Of course they'll be happy. Harry was expressionless.

"I guess it's time for you to go up and pack your things, too?" Solim leaned over, "Don't wait for them to come, you go and pack up, get everything you need in order, and leave when they come." "

Nodding, Harry turned around and went up the stairs.

The room fell silent for a moment as Harry left, save for the uneven sound of Dudley's breathing.

But soon this dullness was broken - another owl flew in. The large, gray bird burst in through the still open window and stopped on the kitchen table, causing the Dursleys to jump in fear. Solim Mali removed the letter from the owl's beak with the Ministry of Magic's fire paint, and opened it when the owl suddenly returned to the night sky again.

"That's enough—get out of here—owl," called Uncle Vernon, who rushed to the window and slammed it shut again.