Harry Potter's Bastard

The Beatles, the Eagles, Jackson, Madonna, Celine Dion, ......

Once again, the names that once sounded familiar to Solim came to his ears — through their songs.

With his left hand out of the window and his right hand on the steering wheel, Solim felt as if he had suddenly returned to the world of ordinary people—ordinary worlds without magic and magical creatures.

A wizard, driving a Fretwood that was not ready to be returned, and turned on the CD player to the fullest, listening to the "noise" that ordinary wizards could not accept, there were already many people in passing cars looking at Solim with strange eyes - it was already cold here in Canada, and a person with the windows open in this temperature was either not afraid of the cold, or he was insane.

Solim is certainly not a psychopath, he is not afraid of the outside temperature at all under the effect of the thermal insulation charm, and compared to the pedestrians on the road who are tightly covered, Solim even has an open arms - the effect of the thermal insulation charm is much more reliable than clothing.

Leaving the city, Solim drove all the way east, and since the car at this time did not have the so-called "navigation", Solim had to look down at the map on his lap from time to time.

This could have lasted until Solim reached his destination, but perhaps it was because the music was playing too loudly, or maybe it was because Solim was seen putting his hand outside the car and waving it from time to time...... Anyway, the police on the side of the provincial highway noticed this maverick guy - they thought that this madman who was not afraid of the cold had either knocked too much or drank too much...... Anyway, the police decided to stop Solim to see if the guy had any "gadgets" hidden in his trunk.

When the police car flashed its lights and chased after it and signaled Solim to pull over with a megaphone, he even playfully made an "international friendly gesture" to the police car and stepped into the engine compartment with one foot on the accelerator.

The roar of the engine gave Solim an adrenaline rush, and he even found it more exciting than a duel between wizards. Solim was completely let go at this point, and he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to relax - as for the aftermath? Enough of the madness later, just stop and give the policeman sitting in the car an amnesia curse.

"Damn! He's definitely on drugs, I dare say!"

There was a fat policeman in the car, and a skinny policeman in the passenger seat, who was scrambling to fasten his seat belt.

"Maybe it's too much to drink. "The skinny cop fastened his seatbelt, picked up the radio in the police car, and started calling for backup.

"Maybe it's both!" the fat cop angrily oiled and bit Solim in front of him.

Two cars were speeding down the provincial highway on either side of uncultivated farmland, and the map that Solim had been carrying on his lap had been blown to the back seat by the wind, making an uneasy "boom, boom, boom" sound, and if the map had a hand, it would now want to fasten its seat belt.

When a second police car appeared in sight, Solim knew it was time for him to rein in, and it was time for the "proper madness" to end.

Pull over, turn off the ignition, and keep your hands on the steering wheel – Solim's series of actions is like a repeat offender. When the fat cop and the skinny cop came to Solim's car, they saw such an honest man.

"Are you drunk, bastard?" the fat cop kicked the cab door.

"Show your ID. The skinny cop didn't say much, but as soon as he came up, he wanted to see Solim's papers.

If he was to be honest, he only had a Wand Permit from the Wizarding Congress, but apparently the wizard's badge wasn't for the occasion at the moment.

ID card, driver's license...... Solim, who didn't have any valid documents for all Muggle societies, naturally couldn't get them.

"Sure, can I put my hand in my pocket, officer?" Solim looked quite cooperative, which lowered the police's vigilance somewhat, "I'm just trying to have some fun, and I'm not going to get into trouble." "

"Not going to get in trouble, huh? But you've done it, bastard! Look here! Three cars are just for you, cold ......"

The fat policeman suddenly paused, and his eyes became glazed.

"Hey, what's going on?" the skinny cop realized something was wrong and hurried to unhook his gun, but before he could pull out his matching gun, he became like his partner.

"I'm so sorry. Solim should be sorry that he caused the two cops to suffer the first Oblivion Curse in order to vent, "I hope it doesn't affect their work." "

The police reinforcements not far away saw that their colleagues did not make any indications, and as a matter of course, Solim was let go. But just as the reinforcements were about to leave, they found that the two men were still standing in place. Only then did they realize that something was wrong, but it was too late, and they couldn't even see Solim's taillights now......

Of course, the matter was not over, and the police immediately reported the situation.

Solim had already seen three police cars drive by, don't blame the cops for turning a blind eye to Solim, Solim used Transfiguration to change the color of the vehicle, the exterior color is an important feature of the vehicle, and in such a short period of time, the police would not even notice the completely different colored vehicles - They were ordered to intercept a black Cadillac instead of a white one, and Solim had changed his appearance again, even if the officers had reported his physical features, he was completely different from the previous one.

For ordinary people who don't understand the methods of wizards, Solim is simply not something they can catch, and even if Solim passes by them, they won't recognize it.

While passing through a small city, Solim glanced at the gas gauge and realized it was time to refuel. While looking at the street signs, Solim was surprised to find that there was an airport in this place called Kenora.

The sign says "City," but for Solim, who has seen London and New York, it's a town at best, and it's not even half the size of Manhattan on a map.

As he refueled, Solim was wondering if he would do it again. The town of Pirkolek was the last human settlement that Solim had passed through this time, and it just so happened that there was also a civilian airport there, and if he could fly directly from here, he would be able to save at least two days, and Solim, the addict to driving, was already too much, and he was now ready to focus on this operation instead of indulging himself.