Harry Potter's Bastard

"How are you doing this holiday?"

As soon as he left the door of the Dursleys, Dumbledore asked Harry with a smile.

"Pretty good. Harry glanced at Solim next to Dumbledore.

"Ah, I'm sure so. Dumbledore also glanced at Solim, who was a little sluggish, "Solim has already told me, it seems that your vacation has been much easier than before." "

Harry hadn't washed his dishes once, watered the lawn once, or mopped the floor since the holidays, thanks to the house-elf sent by Solim, though Harry had never met him, or her.

"I guess carrying them might seem a bit of a way. Dumbledore looked at the chest beside Harry, with the owl's cage on it.

"But...... Professor. Harry glanced back at Draco's house, "Do you want me to send them back?"

"Oh, it doesn't have to be that much trouble. Dumbledore drew his wand and, with a flick of it, Harry's chest and the cage containing the owl vanished.

"I've sent your luggage to the Burrow, and you'll see them soon. "

Solim raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

The fact that a wand can transfer so many things to a designated place is amazing. This ability to "send" things is not at all the same level as spells such as the Flying Charm. In layman's terms, it can be understood as a "phantom shift" that is specifically used for items

"Come on, you two. Dumbledore raised his arms and motioned for Harry and Solim to grab him, "We have a journey to complete tonight." "

Sighing inwardly, Solim really didn't like the feeling of moving, but he still grabbed Dumbledore's arm honestly, just like Harry.

With a crisp sound of "pop", the three people who were originally standing in place disappeared.

It was pitch black all around, but they could feel what was in that darkness, and the strong pressure around them almost made people's lungs unable to relax, and just when they felt like they were about to suffocate, they showed up.

Taking a big breath in the cold air of the night, Solim looked at Harry, who looked a little embarrassed.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked, looking down at him with concern. "It's a feeling that you need to get used to. "

"I'm fine," said Harry, rubbing his ears, which seemed to be reluctantly leaving the privet road, "but I seem to prefer to fly on a broomstick." "

Dumbledore smiled, wrapped his traveling cloak around his neck, and said, "Go this way." "

He walked briskly, past an empty tavern and several houses. Judging by the bell of a nearby church, it was almost midnight.

"Professor, it's ...... time," Harry pondered, "I read the Daily Prophet said—"

"That's true. Dumbledore didn't show much emotion, "The wizarding world hasn't been at peace lately, and a lot of things have happened - for example, Lady Bones was killed. "

"I saw that report.

"Emilia is an amazing witch. Dumbledore whispered, "She was killed on her way to work, and before she could apparition, someone found her, and went through a struggle, and we lost her." "

"Did the Death Eaters make it?"

"I think so. Dumbledore said, "What happened recently has nothing to do with them. "

Although Dumbledore didn't say much more, Harry knew that there was definitely more to what had happened during this time than just the murder of Miss Bones.

"But why did they kill her?" Harry asked, "I remember that Miss Bones worked for the Ministry of Magic, right?"

They turned a street corner and passed a phone booth and a bus shelter. Harry glanced at Dumbledore again.

"Yes, but Emilia's position is too important. She is the head of the Law Enforcement Division, and she wields the striker, the largest fighting force in the Ministry of Magic. "

"Needless to say, the next step ...... Or rather, now those people are ready to do something to Scrimgour. Solim yawned, he hadn't closed his eyes for three days, even after experiencing the bloodline sublimation ceremony, Solim, who was more energetic than ordinary people, couldn't bear this kind of consumption.

"Do we need to warn him, then?" Harry looked at Solim and then at Dumbledore.

"It's useless, Fras is a very experienced Auror, and he's always ...... Well, disgusted by others dictating his actions. Dumbledore said, surveying his surroundings. Apparently, Dumbledore had touched Scrimgeour with a nose of ash.

"But...... Isn't he worried about his safety?"

"He's a Gryffindor. "And the most stubborn Gryffindor, combined with the nature of his work, makes him very determined, in other words, he doesn't listen to people." "

The current state of the Ministry of Magic is very strange, although Fudge has resigned, but the new minister still has not come to power, let alone come to power, and even the election process has not started. The so-called "Special Committee of the Ministry of Magic" is still in charge, and it is clear that the Death Eaters are prepared to delay the election of ministers before they think they have cleaned up the Ministry. The killing of Miss Bones was clearly the work of the Death Eaters to eradicate dissidents, and it was clear that Scrimgeour would be the next one in charge of the Aurors' department.

"I also received a pamphlet from the Ministry of Magic—"

"I've received a copy of that too, but do you really think that stuff works?" Dumbledore said.

"No, I don't think so. Harry looked at Solim, "Did you receive that too?"

"No, I don't think the Ministry of Magic would send that to Orvis Manor. "Unless the person in charge of this wants to lose his job," Solim said. "

"Orvis Manor?" Harry was puzzled.

"Okay, I think we're in place. Dumbledore stopped the conversation just in time.

They approached a neat little stone house nestled in a garden. As they reached the gate, Dumbledore stopped abruptly, Harry was still searching for any information about the "Orvis Manor" in his memory, apparently he found nothing.

"Oh my God—" Dumbledore said, drawing his wand.

Harry realized that something was wrong.

The hinges of the front door opened, and the door hung crookedly. The lawn in front of the door was a mess, as if someone had trampled it roughly.

Harry looked nervously at the street, and it seemed that there was no one. _

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