Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim: They're in fifth year, and at Hogwarts, the fifth year students—the best students—expect one thing, and that's a small, shiny prefect badge. Students who receive this badge signify the recognition of their professors, and students who believe they deserve the honor are eagerly awaiting a look at Hogwarts owls from their windows this holiday season.

Unfortunately, the owls of Hogwarts can't find Solim's home.

The owl can't be found, but Dumbledore's phoenix can. It is estimated that Solim will be able to use the phoenix to deliver the letter.

But Solim didn't even look at the letters on the table. Every year, the Blotted Bookstore prepares the books for the siblings and sends them directly to Hogwarts, and Solim and Sylna haven't bought books before school starts in years.

Draco didn't have that treatment, though, and he opened the letter with his name on it as he had done it.

"Miranda. Goshak's Standard Spells: Level 5, the whole set of Standard Spells we've seen in school, and it's nothing, Emory. Swiche's Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, well, this one we're also familiar with...... Magic Potions and Potions, Anison. I guess I'll finish Spoh's book this year, and Professor Snape will probably be changing textbooks next semester......" Draco muttered as he looked at his list, "Trimb's Guide to Self-Defense is gone, what is it?"

Draco stared at the parchment in his hand.

"The Theory of Magical Defence, Wilbert. Slinka ......"

Draco swallowed and looked at Solim and Sylna stunned, "This can't be...... Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, right?"

After saying that, Draco lowered his head and began to classify the books on the list, which one was for which course, and at the end of the count, he reluctantly found that this book was really the textbook for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"How?" said Sylna with a glass of milk.

"It really seems to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook. Draco handed the parchment in his hand, "What the hell! the title of this book is as you can tell at a glance, there won't be a spell in it!"

"What are you expecting?" Sylna dropped the list on the table and looked at Draco strangely, "You forgot what my brother said yesterday, did you? What is Umbridge? What is she going to do at Hogwarts? It's strange that she doesn't do it, right?"

As a Death Eater at Hogwarts, how could Umbridge teach the students with her heart? Even if she taught the students with her heart, it must have been with some kind of purpose, and it was obviously a very good choice to choose the simplest and least problematic theory class.

"Why do you still have a letter?" said Sylna, looking at the other letter on the table that was still sealed with fire paint, "Wouldn't it?"

Draco was dumbfounded, and he and Sylna turned their heads to look at Solim, who was still dealing with breakfast.

Sylna and Draco were not surprised that Solim could be a prefect, not to mention his relationship with Dumbledore, just looking at Solim's results was enough to show that he was well deserved, not to mention how much he helped Dumbledore, if Solim was a prefect...... In Sylna and Draco's opinion, this is simply a certainty.

But what do they see now? Oh, even though the letter hasn't been opened yet, the fool knows what it means to receive two letters in fifth grade.

"You're a prefect?" Sylna looked at Draco with a strange look, as if he had just shoved a handful of gold gallons into Dumbledore's pocket.

Draco was also a little confused, in his opinion, if there was no Solim, it would be reasonable for him to be the prefect, but with Solim here, where would the prefect get his turn?

Seeing that Draco was still in a daze, Sylna tore the letter open without saying a word.

The sound of the small prefect badge dropping on the table was crisp, and Sylna glanced at it and turned her gaze to the letter in her hand.

To Mr. Malfoy:

Due to your good behavior at Hogwarts, you have been elected prefect of Hogwarts-Slytherin House on the nomination of Head Snape and with the consent of Headmaster Dumbledore and Deputy Headmaster McGonagall.

............

After that, Sylna didn't even look at the prefect's powers and duties, she slapped the letter directly into Draco's arms.

"See for yourself. "

Solim wasn't surprised that he wasn't a superior, though he and Dumbledore hadn't talked about anything like that - there was no need to do so. Of course, Dumbledore knew that Solim was not interested, after all, he had read Snape's memories and knew that Solim was not interested in such things.

"You don't seem surprised at all?" Sylna sat down across from Solim, "you discussed it with the Headmaster?"

"Is this still negotiable?" Solim finished his last slice of toast and poured the last sip of milk into his mouth.

"The prefect has to lead the new students, lead the team, notify the password, do this and do that...... Are you bothered?" Solim pushed the table and stood up, the cutlery or something, Zim will clean it up.

Draco was in a daze with the gleaming prefect badge over there, but he finally figured it out.

"Okay. Draco slipped the badge into his pocket, "I packed everything last night, when are we leaving?"

"Go?"

"You mean going to school?"

"What about that?" Draco was a little confused, he was going back to school today, and it was supposed that they should have left for London by now, but it was almost 9 o'clock, and they were still staying here, and Draco even suspected that he had misremembered the day.

"When have you ever seen me and my brother ever make a train?" said Sylna, "except when we were in first grade, my brother and I never made a train—it was such a waste of time." "

"And how do you get to school?" Draco asked stupidly.

"Go to Diagon Alley first, then go to Hogsmeade through the fireplace, and then walk to school—isn't that a clear route?" said Solim, putting on his coat, ready to go out for a walk.

"And when are we leaving?" Draco was a little unaccustomed to, but Solim was right, it was a waste of time to take the train, and Draco was bored on the train every time school started, otherwise he wouldn't have been running to trouble Weasley in order to get rid of his boredom.

"Whatever, just get to school before dinner starts. "

With that, Solim pushed the door open and walked out, leaving Draco standing still with a few stupid questions.