Harry Potter's Bastard

Don't look at Solim's usual calmness when he encounters anything, it depends on what happens.

The reason why he was calm about the things in Hogwarts was because he knew that it would not affect him, and that he was also capable of controlling the situation. When encountering some unexpected situations, Solim never panicked, because he had a phoenix and a portkey, he knew that he could run, his safety could be guaranteed, and naturally he would not have too much pressure.

But getting married...... Engagement, he is still a flower girl in a sedan chair - the first time. If it was just a normal banquet, Solim wouldn't have been so worried, but this time it was different. Although there were only two people in the room, Solim and Sylna, but he knew very well, now he didn't know how many eyes were staring at him, and most of them were ill-intentioned, during the time he lost the ashes, Solim has been very insecure, which means that if something really happens, he can only harden his scalp - for this he cursed Dax's gorilla in private.

As Solim listened absentmindedly to Sylna's account of wizards' views on Muggle clothing, a waiter walked in with a plate.

"Enjoy, two guests—" said he put the dessert and drink on the tray on the coffee table.

"A beautiful wandless spell caster. Solim nodded and asked tentatively, "Do all the attendants of the Greif family have this level?"

The Levitation Charm couldn't have been easier, but the wandless spell was used to this extent that the drink in the cup was a bit level without even shaking it. At least Solim didn't think he could do it so smoothly without a wand, and it took a lot of practice to get a level of proficiency. There's no way Solim could waste his time and energy on the Levitation Charm.

"I'm here to help, too. The waiter smiled, "Many of the younger generations in the family are outside to help set up the seats." "

With that, the waiter left with the tray. As he left, he helped Solim close the door.

"Do they all talk like that?" asked Sylna.

"Hmm, what do you mean?" said Solim, looking thoughtfully at the closed door.

"I mean his accent. "

Solim then turned his gaze to the snacks and drinks on the coffee table, narrowed his eyes, and then neatly pulled out his wand and gave them a "vanishing".

"What are you doing here?" asked Sylna curiously, "if you don't eat it, you can leave it there." What should people do when they come over to collect the dishes? Don't spread any strange rumors about Selwyn's people stealing plates. "

"Just to be on the safe side. Putting away his wand, Solim said, "I don't believe some people can't do what even I can do." "

"What's the matter?"

"It's poisoning without you knowing. Solim said, "With a little bit of stuff in the snack and a little bit of stuff in the drink, I can poison people without touching anything — chronic poison." "

"Even if you don't eat or drink those things?" asked Sylna.

"Yes, just put it there. Solim affirmed, "It's not that hard, it's just that the material is a little bit tricky, but I think for some people, it's not that hard for them to get the banned material." "

"Then what are you going to do at the banquet? Don't eat or drink?" Sylna asked rhetorically, "Are you a little too sensitive?" Grandpa, they're all here, and we're safe. "

"What if it's a killer who just came in? Do you think Grandpa they can immediately show up to us and protect us?" Solim didn't feel like he had done anything wrong, "Be careful, don't let your guard down, don't give us a chance." "

"I feel like you're getting more and more like a person. Sylna said, looking at Solim.

"Who?" asked Solim cooperatively.

"Alasto. Moody. "

"If you mean our vigilance, I think you're right. "

"—and neuroticism as well. Sylna said angrily, "Will one day when I look at you, you will pull out your wand and bring it to me?"

Just as Solim was about to laugh at his sister's unrealistic ideas, the door was pushed open. At the same time, an anxious female voice came from outside:

"There are already guests in this room, so please go next door. "

"Why? they're guests, aren't we guests?" the voice was very flirtatious, and it felt like people weren't very serious.

As he spoke, he pushed open the door and came in. The person who came gave people a very treacherous feeling, he was not tall, and he was wearing a fancy shawl, which made people look not so comfortable. There was also a tall companion beside him, who was a talent to look at, but the dark and purple circles under the eyes seriously ruined the feeling of the whole face.

As soon as the two entered the door, they began to look at Solim and Syrna, and the way they looked at Sylna made Solim a little unhappy. However, without finding out the details of the other side, Solim still held back first.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Solim was also looking at the two men at the door, and the waitress behind him clenched her hands nervously.

"Dürer, Dürer. Wilkinson, this is Mark. O'brien. The little wizard said casually, "What about you?"

"Especially this beautiful young lady. Mark O'Brien, the guy in the black circle, made both Solim and Sylna frown at his words.

When Solim heard those two surnames, he already knew that the other party was not good. After all, the positions of these two families have been clearly pointed out in the intelligence materials handed over to them by the family.

That being the case, Solim felt no need to be polite to them.

"If you don't know who we are, how would you have found this place?" said Solim unceremoniously, "I'll give you a word of advice: go back honestly, and don't use it as a gunman for others." "

These two people didn't look very smart at first glance, and Solim felt that these two guys were here to be cannon fodder, and he was in no mood to pay attention to them. It would be best if these two men left it at that, but Solim himself knew that it was basically impossible.

Sure enough, the two people who almost wrote "gentlemen" on their faces immediately changed their faces when they heard Solim's unceremonious response.

"Where did the barbarians come from, don't they understand any etiquette?" Wilkinson narrowed his triangular eyes and glared at Solim viciously.

"Greif really doesn't seem to be as good as it used to be, and everyone is really invited. O'Brien's eyes never took off Syrna, which made Solim think it might be better to teach them a lesson.

"Get out, or lie down and go out. "

Solim gave Sylna a reassuring look, stroked the emerald set on the cane with his right hand, and whispered, "I won't say it a second time." "