Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim returned to his office within the Muggle Affairs Administration...... Less than two hours earlier, Brabi had been in and out of the place.

But now the others are gone, and there are no bones left.

He was replaced by a wizard named Willard, who quickly took up the position of liaison officer in the British Liaison Office, which had once been Brabi's.

"He's a pretty good wizard," Solim leaned back in his office chair, his eyes unfocused at the chandelier above his head.

"I had a good time with him, but I didn't expect to die on a field mission that I thought was very simple. "

"Then you'd better start getting used to it now. Willard said.

He sat across from Solim and quickly flipped through the stack of parchment in his hand.

"My first priority is to keep you safe, and my second is to help you get through your errands here, not to enlighten your immature mentality. "

"So you'd better grow up quickly, there's not much time left for you. "

Willard snatched a quill from the pen stand in front of Solim and began to write on the parchment.

"Is that a possible revenge on me from the church?" asked Solim.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, the family will take care of it. "You weren't able to take out Cavinsdo because you were better than him, and I want you to be aware of that—though I'm very surprised by the result." "

To put it very politely, the bodyguard will not use this tone to speak to the target he wants to protect, it is more appropriate to be a guardian than a bodyguard.

Of course, Solim knew what he was able to do to kill the white cardinal, it was luck, it was all kinds of incredible coincidences, and if it weren't for the combination of various factors, Solim's fate would not be any different from Brabi.

"What is that book and that nail? some powerful alchemical item?"

Solim couldn't forget the nail that pierced Brabi's heart. If the church still has something like this in its hands, he wants to know what to do.

Willard finally looked up and looked at Solim with emotionless eyes.

"What I said before seems to be in vain. "

"Then I'm just saying it again, the affairs of the church have nothing to do with you, and you don't have the ability to meddle. "

"I remember all your words," Solim looked away from the chandelier and looked at Willard without yielding, "to keep me safe, and to help me with my work here...... Right?"

"Is that book and that nail's message getting in the way of your work?" Solim tilted his head, "Or do you think I'm going to take the initiative to trouble those religious lunatics?"

"They're right," Willard looked down at the parchment again, "and you're not like your brother. "

"My brother?" Solim furrowed his eyebrows, "that idiot is dead, and there's no need to discuss it, so you're talking about my second brother, Sabiantis?"

Solim's second brother is an extremely inconspicuous guy, if it weren't for the deliberate attention to him, many people would subconsciously ignore that Ogle has such a son.

Dax and Solim have done big things, and these two juniors are very high-profile, especially after the duel between Solim and Dax, a lot of eyes and attention are focused on Solim, and Sabiantis is even less concerned. So much so that many Selwyns need to be reminded by others to find a little bit of information about Solim, the second brother, in their memories.

No one knew him, no one had touched him, and everything about Sabiantis was unknown except for his name. Solim didn't quite understand what Willard was doing when he mentioned his second brother at this time.

"Don't think you're important to the family. Willard calmly recounted, "Your importance is not yet high, and my protection of you can only mean one thing: we are optimistic about your talent and potential, but until you fulfill all this, you will still be an ordinary Selwyn." "

Solim was silent.

"At least your brother knows when to say what to say better than you do. "

Then Willard changed his tone and said, "It's normal for you to worry that those two things will threaten you, but knowing them won't help you in any way. "

"In words you can understand - no matter how well an ordinary wizard knows the power of fire, he can't effectively resist it. "

"In other words, I'm still far from it. Right?"

Brabi was not a mediocre hand, and even he was nailed to death by that nail before he could put up an effective resistance, and Solim went up with the same result.

"I'm glad you finally got what I mean. "

Willard put the quill back in the pen holder, sorted out the parchment, and kept it handy.

"There are so many things in the church that they are too complicated to explain for a while. After a few words, Willard began to take the initiative to explain, "You just need to know that at this stage, you will not be a match for any wizard in the Church—that's why I'm here. "

Solim's eyebrows furrowed.

Willard's meaning is clear. His level of black magic is already considered to be in the house, and his combat experience is not bad, in terms of comprehensive strength, it is completely worthy of the level of elite Aurors, but even so, in the mouth of Willard, it is no match for any church wizard.

How could this make Solim not afraid.

"How many of them are there?"

Since it is the enemy, the first thing is to figure out their number. If the church wizard grabbed a handful, Solim felt like he would have to fill a bottle of Polyjuice Potion before going out.

"Not much ......"

Solim breathed a clear sigh of relief.

"—but no less. "

Pursing his almost bitten lip, Solim gasped for air.

"Their supreme body is the Supreme Bishopric, which consists of 12 people. The Cavinstos who died in your hands were John's people, and the Holy Nails and the Gospels were holy relics of their faction, and this time they lost two at once, and I am afraid that they will make a big move. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The highest body ...... 12 people...... Clique...... Relic ......

"What about ......" Solim licked his somewhat dry lips and asked, "These 12-"

"Immortal, all of them. "

Willard's tone was still calm, but Solim couldn't.

12 Immortal Wizards?or a group?[]

Solim suspected that the 12 men could work together to wipe Selwyn's Neasto Island off the map.

Of course, Solim also knew that whether it was a great wizard or an immortal wizard, this title was not used to describe strength, it was only used to distinguish the soul state of wizards.

An immortal wizard may not be as good at fighting as some great wizards (Zhao has it), but that's only relative. This is like a strong man who is two meters tall and weighs 100 kilograms, with a strong body and a round waist.

In front of a strong man like an immortal wizard, Solim was at best a hemp rod less than one meter six, with yellow muscles and thin muscles, and was stunted.

"Don't worry about those in the bishopric. "

At first, Solim thought that Willard was trying to appease him, but he immediately knew that he had decided to do so.

"You're not qualified enough to take them to heart, you can't get involved in the affairs of top people, you don't have to worry about them coming to you. "

Before Solim could breathe a sigh of relief, Willard added:

"What you need to worry about is those mental illnesses of the Knights. Especially the knights who belonged to John. Willard put the parchment away and stood up, "I'll take care of some things first, and you'll stay here." When we get back to your estate, I'll give you this knowledge—the knowledge you should have had. "。