Harry Potter's Bastard

The effect of muscle-building agents is there, but it is not the same. Falling on Solim's bare bones was like water poured on a red-hot iron plate, and it disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

"It seems that my previous judgment was wrong. Evans' face was a little solemn, "The black mist on your body is gone, I thought the magic in it was exhausted, but now it seems to be ......"

"It's still working, isn't it?" Solim looked at the bones of his hand, and it was very strange to say, the black mist had eaten away at everything on the bones: the hair, the skin, the muscles, the blood vessels, and even the synovial fluid between the two joints were gone, but none of the phalanges that had lost all their fascia flesh and skin had fallen, as if they were ...... Each joint is glued up the same.

"That's right, the power of the black mist still stays on you. Evans shook his head, "That's not a good thing, the best way to resist this kind of black magic, which is driven by pure malice and twisted minds, is something the opposite of it, but you obviously don't have that level of white magic...... Wait, just wait for Dumbledore to come. "

"Actually, there is another way, but it is a bit risky. Solim raised his chin as if his brain had been burned out, "The guy over there should be able to expel the effects of the black mist." "

"Then you're absolutely insane!" Evans twitched the corner of his eye, "That's alive!"

"I'm just talking," Solim pouted, "weren't you interested in things here?"

"If it's a magic book, a potion recipe, an alchemy material...... Believe me, I'd already pounced. But this—" Evans shook his head, "I just wish it slept soundly and wouldn't wake up easily." "

"If that's the case, I'd like to go up and draw a tube of blood—if my two hands could do the job. "

"What do you think that one over there is? that hapless Australian protein eye at the Triwizard Tournament?" Evans could see that Solim was just grinning.

"It's rare that you remember, why? Didn't the materials of that year be destroyed?"

What does it mean to not open a pot and mention a pot? That's it.

"I really want to tear your mouth ......" Evans suddenly tilted his head sideways and held out a finger to signal that something was going on.

The wall of the pit against which Solim leaned was high, but the movement from above could still be heard.

Tilting their heads and listening for a while, Solim and Evans looked at each other and said in unison:

"It's the black fog. "

There was a continuous sound, the same sound that the black mist made as it eroded objects, all too familiar to Evans and Solim. Just as they were about to exchange ideas, a dazzling white light fell from above their heads.

"Dumbledore......" Evans pointed overhead, "no run." "

After a while, a white head poked out from above, and although it was too far away for Solim to see, the iconic white beard that drooped revealed the identity of the person who came—it was the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"You've made a lot of noise. There was no joy in Dumbledore's voice, and he stretched out his wand, and a long rope emerged from the tip of it, apparently preparing to take the two Solims with him.

"These two daredevils didn't bother you, did they?"

The rope that Dumbledore had conjured up was still falling, and it was clearly not for the two of them to hear from Solim. Solim and Evans made eye contact, and looked at the giant dragon like an electric shock......

"Whew, whew. "

The dragon's tail shook slightly, its eyes opened a slit, and it glanced at Dumbledore, then at the stunned Solim and Evans, and then continued to close its eyes.

"Gollum—"

Solim and Evans' hearts beat a little fast, and they have a tendency to be uncontrollable.

Evans' lips trembled, and he didn't say a word for a long time, and so did Solim. The rope came down, and it automatically wrapped itself around the two of them, pulling them up.

"Can you explain it to me?" Dumbledore crossed his hands in front of him, his wand still in his hand. He glanced at Solim's injuries covertly and frowned slightly.

When Solim and Evans came up to see Dumbledore, they looked away and began to look for Filch, who was lying on the ground not far away, and there was no sign of the black fog on him.

"I was in the Great Hall," he explained, and Solim was the first to arrive, "and found Filch's name on the map of the living spot, and his name appeared in a very sensitive place...... Just as I was about to take him up......"

Solim glanced at Evans, "Evans is here, he was forced to come here to save me after I was hit by the black fog. "

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, "So, Mr. Summerby, do you have any other ideas now?"

"No more. Evans shook his head off, "It's really gone, and I'm definitely not going to say anything about it, I'll destroy this memory when I get back." "

The ancestors are above! He still has heart palpitations. When the giant dragon looked at them just now, Evans felt like he almost urinated.

"It's true that I was negligent in the Filch matter," Solim snapped in, "and this is indeed my mistake, and I won't defend it." Headmaster, what are you going to do with him?"

Dumbledore looked at the dragon in the pit and ignored Solim's words, instead turning his head and tying Filch on the ground with a ribbon of light that emitted white light.

"You take Mr. Selwyn, and we'll go up first. "

Mr. Selwyn......

It was clear that this was Dumbledore expressing his displeasure with himself. Solim was once again lifted up by Evans with his wand, and the two of them, one big and one young, followed Dumbledore honestly with their heads bowed like children who had been brought home by their parents after a fight at school.

After climbing the spiral staircase, Dumbledore didn't say a word until they reached the hallway on the second basement level.

"Mr. Summerby, take Mr. Selwyn to the school hospital first, and take care of his injuries first. With that, Dumbledore disappeared from the hallway with Filch.

Solim and Evans looked at each other, neither of them spoke, and now they were not in the mood to do so. Dumbledore's attitude was what they should be pondering the most.

The battle in the castle continued, but for some reason, it was the wizards who actually attacked the castle, only a small number of corpses of the dark horse people lying on the first floor, and there was hardly any fighting on the second floor, except for the rubble and traces of the battle.

There were quite a few people standing in the hallway outside the school hospital, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and many of the D.A's were here, and it was Tonks who was in the lead.

Poor Evans was greeted by a bunch of spells as soon as he showed up, and if it weren't for Hermione's quick drink, Evans would have had to go through the second round. Poor Evans was already choking enough, and in order to block the students' spells, he had to throw Solim directly to the ground, almost making him lose his breath.