Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim was bending down to check the Death Eaters on the ground, while Evans was holding his wand behind Solim to keep him on guard in case he faked death. Although it seems unlikely to Evans, the necessary precautions are still in place.

If someone saw this scene in front of them at this time, it would be easy to think that Evans was holding a wand to force Solim...... This is what Raymond and Charles saw when they climbed in through the window, they had managed to make it all the way to the eighth floor, taking it for granted that Solim had been coerced by the skinny man behind him.

When the two giant werewolves stepped into the hallway, both Evans and Solim noticed it.

"There are still two proto-werewolves?" Evans was a little surprised, thinking that the proto-werewolves he had encountered tonight were really a bit too much.

Seeing two proto-werewolves pounce without saying a word, Evans naturally classifies them as being with Greyback - of course, there is nothing wrong with that, if you just turn out a werewolf and then two more werewolves pounce on you, either of them will think they are a gang.

Solim was shocked at first when he saw these two werewolves, he, like Evans, immediately regarded werewolves as enemies, but when he saw the somewhat familiar appearance - although this statement is a bit strange, werewolves do have the concept of "looks" when they transform. For example, the two werewolves who were pounced on each other, one of them had higher cheekbones than the other, and the snout was slightly shorter.

"Wait a minute!" Solim hurriedly tried to stop, but was still slow. He used his spells a little slower than Evans, let alone his mouth. By the time he shouted out, Charles had already been punched into the wall - this is also the lesson that Evans learned just now, and he was not prepared to make the scene so big, otherwise Charles really couldn't say whether he would be killed directly as soon as he came up.

"Stop!" Solim quickly stood up and ran in front of Evans.

"Don't do it, my own people!" Solim pressed Evans' wand down with one hand, and held it in front of Raymond with the other.

Raymond stopped, glared at Evans, snorted and turned to rip his brother off the wall.

"Not even a Death Eater?" Evans was a little embarrassed, "I can't blame me for this—I just got rid of a werewolf, and two more ...... jumped out at once."

"Do you blame us?" said Charles, who had already come out of the wall, and with Raymond reverted to his human form, and found a random piece of cloth on the ground to surround his lower body.

Solim covered his face, this was a mess...... However, seeing the rags that Charles was surrounding -

"What do you see?" said Charles, tightening the knots he had just beaten so that the pieces of cloth would not fall off.

"Maybe you two should get a little pants that won't break after you transform...... Solim said the ghost, "You have to change your clothes when you fight, and it's not for nothing that werewolves live a tight life......

Raymond couldn't keep up with Solim's train of thought, opened his mouth, and finally said, "If you have any news about this, please let us know." "

The conscience of heaven and earth, Raymond and Charles don't want to run naked after every fight, but the objective factor will not be transferred because of the subjective will of people, and the transformation will burst the clothes - this is an objective fact that werewolves will inevitably face.

"So...... I've been beaten by my own people again, right?" Charles hadn't thought that much, this time it reminded him of some bad memories.

Again......

Except for Evans, who didn't understand, both Raymond and Solim, who were present, knew what Charles was talking about.

"Uh......" Solim scratched his face in embarrassment again, "if you have to say that...... Yes. "

Charles was bitter. The last time he played table tennis for half a day, he was almost reimbursed, but Solim turned out to be Ogel's son, which once made Charles feel that fate is really unpredictable. This time, it was good, it was directly knocked into the wall, and it was the kind that couldn't be picked off, if it wasn't for Raymond taking the handle, Charles would still be embedded in the wall now.

Charles sighed, knowing that he had been beaten for nothing this time—again.

"Who is this?" Raymond looked at Evans.

He and Ogle had already been told a few things about Hogwarts before they arrived, such as how the professors looked and what they looked like, so as not to misunderstand them - after all, the brothers were werewolves, and they could easily be mistaken for Death Eaters by the professors at Hogwarts. That's why they rushed here without saying a word when they first came up: none of the professors in their memory could match Evans. Coupled with Evans' posture at the time, it was natural to be considered an enemy.

"Uh......" Scratching his head, Solim really didn't know how to tell Raymond about Evans, "just assume he's here to help." "

While they were talking, two spells came from the corner of the wall. Evans was quick and blocked the two spells, and Raymond and Charles saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly transformed again, and the rags they had just tied were broken again.

A huge black dog sprang out from around the corner, and as it caught everyone's attention, another spell shot at it.

Wait a minute...... This black dog, could it be......

And so—

"Stop!"

Solim ran to Evans again, and you have to ask why he didn't run to Raymond and Charles, because the two werewolves had already escaped......

"Don't do it!"

Not only Evans, but also Raymond and Charles felt this sentence quite familiar.

This time it's timely, except for ...... Aside from another curse, Charles did not cause any serious consequences.

"Your own again?"

Looking back at Charles, who was looking back at him, Solim could see the expression of "grievance" on his wolf face - yes, Charles was beaten by his own people again.

The huge black dog quickly turned into an adult male.

"Long time no see, Sirius. "

As he spoke, Solim cast his gaze around the corner where the spell had just been fired, "Then it must be Professor Lupin who is with you, right?"

"Don't be a professor, I'm not a professor anymore. Lupin's pale face peeked out of the corner.

"These two are ......" Raymond and Charles stared at Lupin, as native werewolves, they naturally had already seen the "essence" of this person.

"Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. Evans pouted, he naturally wouldn't give these two people a good look, after all, these two guys had increased his work burden back then.

"It's too big, you guys?" Lupin smiled weakly.

"He's—" Solim pointed at Evans, "don't ask him who he is, just assume he's here to help." "

"These Death Eaters...... Ah, my dear sister. Sirius, on the other hand, looked at Bellatrix on the ground with a complicated expression.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about business because of your interruption!"

Solim hurriedly ran over and poured a bottle of potion on the dying Bellatrix.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Sirius shook her head, "You don't have to save her life for the sake of her being my sister, it's best for her to die here." "

"But she can't die yet. Solim shook his head, and to be on the safe side, he poured another bottle, "I still have something to ask her." "

Raymond and Charles pouted on the ground looking for a piece of cloth to cover themselves, and Lupin checked the Death Eaters on the ground one by one, when a thick black fog suddenly appeared not far from them.

Sirius and Lupin quickly entered the battle mode.

"Stop!" this is Solim.

"Don't do it!" this is Raymond and Charles.