Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim was angry, very angry, but the occasion wasn't a good place to vent.

"Okay, let's take a look at what's written in it. Silna said, and Draco looked left and right, seeing that many students were craned their necks to look at them.

Retracting his gaze from Umbridge, Solim refocused his gaze on the two disheveled owls in front of him.

Yes, they are eating in the Great Hall right now, or rather, just finished eating.

The owls had come once in the time they had just eaten, and Solim had finished their meal and were ready to leave, when two more owls arrived late—three, two to Slytherin and one to Gryffindor.

The two owls in front of Solim were gray with white feathers, and the other was white with no variegated colors, and they were disheveled in feathers, staring at Solim with disapproving eyes.

That's why Solim was so angry - the two owls had apparently been intercepted. After untying the two letters from their legs, Sylna sensibly fed the frightened owls something to eat.

Instead of rushing to open the letters, Solim took out his wand and pointed at the envelopes and muttered something, and after making sure that no one had tampered with them, Solim took the two letters directly into his arms - he was going to read them privately, not in the Great Hall.

There was a motive to intercept Solim's letters, and anyone who dared to intercept Solim's letters would be fools to guess who it was. Although he guessed, Solim couldn't do anything without evidence.

It's a similar situation to the last time, but the roles have been reversed. Last time, Umbridge had no evidence and couldn't do anything, and this time it was replaced by Solim.

"Hey, we'll see. Solim squinted at Umbridge who was smiling at him in the professor's chair before leaving.

Solim was gone, and Harry was still scratching his cheeks. And he wasn't as careful as Solim, he just opened the letter and read it.

"It's Sirius!" Harry suppressed his excitement as he revealed to a few people around him, "he's back to Grimmauld—"

"Ahem—" Ron opened his head this time and kicked Harry under the table.

"Well, he's back, so that means - Hagrid is back too!" Harry looked left and right, then said impatiently, "I decided to go to his hut now, what do you think?"

"Go, let's go!" Ron stood up, "we don't have to train anyway, we have plenty of time to visit Hagrid." "

After speaking, he glanced at Umbridge on the stage.

Back in his bedroom, Solim took out the letters, looked at the signatures of the two letters, and thought about them, first opening the one from Orvis, while Sylna opened the other letter signed "18 Place Montmartre".

"Huh?" said Sirna, giving her a strange look, "Montmartre?

Without saying a word, Silna tore open the letter.

"Sure enough, it's Miss Roderick. Sylna looked at her brother with an ambiguous look, "Are you going to write back to her?"

"Hmm. Solim looked at the letter in his hand and gave a very perfunctory hum.

"To go back or not to reply?" Silna leaned over, "whose letter is yours from?"

"Old man Gilves. Solim placed the finished letter on the table, then picked up the letter Reyna had written to him.

Silna did the same, and the two of them read the letter in exchange for it.

It says, "What you asked for has been done." What does that mean?" Silna visibly sniffed the secret.

"Nothing, literally. Solim was still reading the letter, but Reyna didn't say anything in the letter, just talked about her recent situation, then expressed concern about the recent unstable situation in the country, and finally wrote a poem in French to express his thoughts about Solim - well, this so-called "missing" was made up by Solim himself.

"Where did this girl learn this?" Solim shook the letter in his hand, "and poetry...... Well, yes...... It's called a rondo, isn't it?" said Solim at the end of the sentence, cautiously asking his sister.

"You call people 'girl'? Is Regina obviously older than you?" Sylna gave Solim a fierce look, "Of course it's a rondo, you even know this? I guess you can't read a few words in French, right?"

Scratching his face in embarrassment, Solim decided to suppress Sylna's arrogance.

"Then you understand?" asked Solim, cocking his neck.

The first question, Solim, couldn't refute it, after all, Reyna was indeed older than him. But Sylna even said that she didn't know French, as if she could......

"Well, I do. Who knew that Sylna nodded as a matter of course.

"Don't try to lie to me!"

"Who lied to you?" Not surprisingly, Solim rolled his eyes again.

"Tell me, then, what does this thing mean?" said Solim, shaking the letter in his hand like Parkinson's.

"Cut, the famous Guillaume. Morality. Don't you know about Marshaw's "Please Let My Heart Die Suddenly"?" Sylna looked at her brother as if she were looking at an illiterate father-in-law.

Then Sylna read it in French, not even glancing at the letter in Solim's hand.

"I ...... Where do I know where to go?" Solim reads books for a long time, but he doesn't read all books, he only reads some books about magic, who will be idle to read any poetry books.

"Wait a minute!" suddenly exclaimed Solim, "where did you learn French? How did I never know you could speak French?"

"My mom and I both spoke French when we were together. "

It was as if someone had suddenly cast a silencing spell in the room, and the letter in Solim's hand floated back to the table.

"So- your mother...... The aunt who had never looked at me with a good face, and my poor mother, whom she had never met, were both French?, were they?" Solim's voice was soft, but even the softest voice could be heard clearly by Silna.

"Hmm...... Yes. Sylna was a little flustered, she knew she had missed something.

Just as Solim was about to ask something, Sylna was the first to speak: "Don't ask, grandpa told me, don't tell you something—besides, I really don't know anything, I'm younger than you!"

Solim took a deep breath. He had always wanted to know the truth of what had happened, and although Solim didn't look at it with a desire for revenge, he simply wanted to know the ins and outs of the matter, but apparently Elrond didn't see it that way.

But today I had a windfall, my mother is French. Although this clue seems useless at the moment.