Harry Potter's Bastard

Listening to the voice, I could tell that it was a boy holding a mop with a frightened face, and the companion he was pulling was not a man or a woman because of the light and the dirt on his face. That wasn't a problem, though, and what intrigued Solim was that the little boy had called out their identities.

It's funny.

Solim was sure that he hadn't let the little boy see it when he had just done it, but he was able to tell who he and the others were.

Glancing at the adult who had fallen into the garbage, Solim thought that the little creature had seen the wizard's methods, otherwise he would not have been able to shout that sentence.

However, seeing his frightened look, it was clear that the wizard he had met before had not made a good impression on him.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. "Sylna, as a girl, obviously has an advantage at this time.

Seeing the girl who was not much older than himself talking, the little boy with the mop was still vigilant, but not so frightened anymore.

"It's really interesting. Solim stepped out from behind Sylna, his face peeking out of the shadows, "You've seen wizards?"

Solim was sure that the two children in front of him were Muggles, squibs at most, and they couldn't be little wizards who had rioted with magic anyway. But that's what piqued Solim's interest, and it's okay to say they're Squibs, but what if they're Muggles?

"Are you Squibs?" asked Solim. He couldn't feel the magic of a person like Dumbledore did, he couldn't do that.

The little boy looked at Solim warily and said nothing.

"Forget it, it's time for us to go. Solim disagreed, reaching out and pulling Sylna, signaling that the matter was over.

Solim would never have been foolish with this kind of gossip, and if it wasn't for Sylna going first, Solim wouldn't have followed him at all, he would just find another suitable place to activate the portkey.

"It's cold now, and you see they're still so thinly dressed, don't you know how to help them?" Sylna pointed to the tattered clothes of the two men, "they're going to freeze to death." Give them a hand, it's not something we can't do. "

Compassion, which is certainly a valuable quality. But sometimes this precious quality can lead to problems, and at least Solim won't reveal his inner feelings until he fully understands how and how it happened.

You know, compassion can be exploited.

"Okay, okay, but promise me, don't do anything more. It's really time for us to go back. Solim sighed, took a handful of notes from his pocket, and handed them to the little boy.

"Take it, go buy some clothes and food, enough for you to survive for a few days. Seeing the little boy hesitating, Solim said, "Are you still afraid that this money will bite you?"

The boy gritted his teeth, but eventually put down the mop and reached out to Solim.

In an instant, Solim saw the whole picture of the boy's entire hand—a ring finger as long as his middle finger.

Then it's no wonder, no wonder he knows the wizard, no wonder he is so terrified when he sees the wizard, it turns out that he is a werewolf, but such a young child......

Seeing the little boy take the money, he couldn't believe it and looked through it one by one. Solim hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you know Greyback?" Greyback?"

Greyback, the notorious werewolf, was heard all over Europe. In the British Isles, the name Greyback is sure to frighten every parent, after all, no one wants their children to be bitten by him.

Hearing Greyback's name, the two children in front of Solim obviously reacted, and although they tried their best to hide it, they were still noticed by Solim.

"Don't lie, I can see it. "

"What's your relationship with him?" the little boy tentatively said.

Solim laughed, the kid saying this to show that he knew Greyback, or at least heard his name.

"I have nothing to do with him, but what about you? What is your relationship with him?"

"......" The little boy did not speak.

The boy was not very old, and such a young werewolf with a companion - Solim probably was also a werewolf. How did they survive the full moon night? Transforming into a city like London is not a good idea, and they are extremely easy to be spotted by Muggles and then by the Ministry of Magic when they lose their minds...... But here's the strange thing, they weren't caught by the capture team at the Werewolf Office.

Unless...... They are native werewolves, and they can maintain their sanity without relying on wolf poison potions when transforming.

Although native werewolves cannot be said to be rare, they are not something that can be encountered casually. They are under strict surveillance by the Ministry of Magic, and even their reproduction is monitored. Wizards would never allow the native werewolves to multiply on a large scale.

"You and your companions behind you...... They're all native werewolves, right?"

The effect of Solim's words was immediate, the little boy was clearly ready to attack, and Draco quickly drew his wand, he knew what a proto-werewolf was, not only did he know, but he had seen it in his house. Greyback had seen it with his own eyes, and the smell of blood could be smelled from afar.

"It's not wise to be the first to show hostility to an opponent you can't defeat. Solim didn't care about the boy's hostility, "If I really want to do it, do you think you have room to resist?"

"Are you sure?" Sylna was also a little surprised, she didn't expect that the two "little beggars" in front of her would be werewolves, and they were also native werewolves.

"Absolutely. Solim said, "As long as you haven't forgotten all that Professor Snape has taught you...... Then you should remember how to tell a werewolf apart. "

At the beginning, because of his transformation, Lupin asked Snape to take a few lessons. As a result, Snape lectured on werewolves in Defence Against the Dark Arts class at the time—how to distinguish werewolves, how to subdue them, and how to kill them.

Just now, Solim saw the boy's two middle and ring fingers, which were of equal length, and judged that he was a werewolf.

"And what are we going to do?" Draco asked in the back, "Notify the Ministry of Magic?"

"Are you an idiot?" Solim rolled his eyes as he stood in front of the boy, "What's the situation with the Ministry of Magic now? Call them over? Do you think it's going to be the Werewolf Office employees, or a bunch of Death Eaters who got the news?"

Solim refocused his gaze on the unusually vigilant child in front of him. For a moment, some very strange thoughts popped into his head, but to Solim's own awkwardness, he was about to do so.

"I think we should find a place to talk," Solim said, gesturing to the boy's belly, "at least fill your stomachs." "