Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim leaned back against the bookcase and sat down on the floor again. There is a chair in the principal's room right now. Solim wasn't going to sit in Dumbledore's high-backed chair, and he didn't bother to change into a stool right now, just sit on the floor. If it weren't for the headmasters hanging on the wall looking at him, he would have wanted to lie directly on the ground now.

"Hey, Selwyn boy. One of the portraits spoke, and Solim lifted his eyelids to see that it was Phineas, Sirius's great-great-grandfather.

"I'm curious about what those memories you've stripped are about, can you tell me?"

You're really not welcome at all. Solim smiled, ignoring him.

"Blake, you're so rude. "He resembles a witch in the mural, and Solim knows it, and it's Lady Derwent, who often works against Phineas, the Slytherin headmaster.

In fact, as far as Solim himself observed, Sirius's ancestor's popularity was really bad, and none of the headmasters on the wall had spoken for him.

"What can't be asked? If he doesn't want to say it, he'll tell us. Phineas said indifferently.

Solim tilted his head to look at him, the after-effects of extracting memories making it difficult for him to concentrate at the moment. Fortunately, Solim still grasped the thought that had just flashed through his mind.

"Since you want to know my secret, how about you exchange your secret?" said Solim with a smile.

"Oh, how dare you negotiate terms with me?" the portrait of Phineas narrowed his eyes.

Seeing this scene, the headmasters on the wall began to heckle, and it could be seen that they were very dissatisfied with Phineas speaking without permission just now. After all, they shouldn't be communicating with anyone else in the principal's absence, even the students of this school.

After arguing with the portraits around him, Phineas panted and looked at Solim, "Okay, boy, tell me, what are your secret memories?"

"I should have asked you first. Solim closed his eyes again.

"Don't take an inch!" Phineas waved his arm, though Solim couldn't see it.

"My secrets are things that have been established, and some of the secrets I want to know, you may not know. When you can really say what I'm happy with, I'll tell you what you want to know. "

Phineas thought for a moment, and finally reluctantly agreed amid the uproar around him.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Phineas said proudly, "Well, if you're wondering what's the color of Merlin's panties,' it doesn't count." "

There is no doubt that Phineas has once again angered the surrounding principals. They began to curse at him. Of course, the ones who scolded him were the headmasters who lived after Merlin's time.

"It's simple. Solim opened his eyes and stared at Phineas in the portrait, "What I want to know is which alchemist made that meditation basin in your family's vault. "

"Our Blake's family coffers?" Phineas's face was full of seriousness, and then a sneering look, "It seems that my maverick descendant who never took family honor in his eyes took you to our Blake's family coffers?"

"Of course, can I go in by myself?"

"Damn the loser!" Phineas looked very irritable, "what did you steal from there!"

"Looks like Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell you—" Solim was unmoved, "about Regulus. "

"Arcturus, do you mean to recover his body?" Phineas asked.

"Looks like you already know. "

"You're trying to say that my terrible offspring did this to thank you?" Phineas looked at Solim, who had his eyes closed.

"Enough digressions. Solim said, "Do you know about that meditation basin? When I got it, there was no 'memory regression potion', and now the meditation basin is completely an ornament. "

Apparently Solim's question stumped Phineas, and he was silent for a long time. It wasn't until Solim was about to give up that he finally spoke:

"Maybe there's something wrong with my memory, maybe it's not. At that time, the meditation basin seemed to be an unfinished thing, and there should be a record in the ledger, maybe you can find a time to go and look through the old mansion. "

Solim was a little disappointed, "Looks like you don't have a chance to know my secret." "

"But I told you something, right?"

Solim thought about it for a while, anyway, this matter must be explained to Dumbledore in the end, and it is not impossible to let these portraits be conveyed on his behalf.

"Can you promise to tell Headmaster Dumbledore alone?" Solim said, "I can't say anything too specific. What I can tell you is this: because of a magical ritual, I fear that my memories will be snooped on by others, and for that, I need to completely strip away the secrets that need to be protected. "

"Ah—'secrets that need to be protected,' I think it would be more accurate to describe them as 'shady deeds'. Phineas was clearly still haunted by Solim's entry into the Black family's vault.

"Is that what he says all the time?" Solim looked at the good-faced Lady Devonte, "or is it just for me?"

"Hmph, if we could have acted, this guy would have been cleaned up by us a long time ago. "Dexter with a big rosacea nose. "He's always had a bad mouth, you can just take what he says as a fart," Forsco said. "

The principals quarreled - a bunch of headmasters yelled at Phineas.

"Do you mean the 'Blood Replenishment Ritual' when you say that magic ceremony?" At this time, a cold female voice sounded, and immediately suppressed the quarrel of the other portraits, which seemed to have a high status among the other previous principals.

Solim opened his eyes and saw that the portrait of the voice was hanging high. Her costume is also somewhat different from that of modern principals. Although he did not study the evolution of wizards' costumes, Solim knew that the lady might have lived a long time ago.

"Selwyn, answer my question. Are you referring to the 'Bloodline Replenishment Ritual'?" asked the tall portrait again.

"If you're talking about the 'Bloodline Ascension Ritual,' I think so. As for what you said about the 'Blood Replenishment Ceremony', I've never heard of it. Solim came back to his senses, "Even the term 'Bloodline Ascension Ritual' was something I've only heard recently. "

"This is Euprathea. Ms. Moore. Lady Derwent introduced Solim, "She was also a Hogwarts Headmaster and came from Ravenclaw. "

Solim thought to himself, Ravenclaw's quest for knowledge remained the same even as a portrait.

"Smack!" The sudden sound quickly silenced the entire principal's room, and the principals began to pretend to be asleep.

A house-elf appeared with a plate. And Solim's stomach also made a "cooing" sound at this time.