Harry Potter's Bastard

At 11 a.m. on November 9th, Harry was the first time he had represented Gryffindor in a Quidditch tournament. His outstanding talent at Quidditch earned him and Gryffindor their first win of the year. Victory was a victory, but what happened in the arena made several young wizards nervous, and someone actually wanted to kill Harry.

Both Harry and Ron were discussing what had happened during the game before dinner. As for Hermione, today is Saturday, and there is no class for a day, so Hermione will not let go of any time that can study, and she has already dragged Neville to prepare for the evening study. Due to Solim's presence, Hermione and the other two were not too close.

As for Solim, hehe, do you think he's going to see Quidditch? There are no classes on Saturday and Sunday for the first year wizard, and these two days are free to spend, and after the second year, all kinds of new classes and electives for the third year will fill up these two days.

After dinner, the first thing Hermione said when she took Neville and Solim was, "Solim, you know what happened on the court today." "

"If you're referring to Potter being inctrated, yes, I know, Draco told me about it at dinner, what?" Draco kept talking in Solim's ear during dinner, and it was a shame that Harry didn't fall.

"I saw Snape chanting a spell on Harry. Hermione said with a serious look at Solim.

"Interference charms, whether they are cast or unraveled, are all incantations, and Professor Snape is supposed to be reciting the anti-incantation to Potter. "Of course Solim knows the twists and turns.

"But we all know the ...... between Snape and Harry".

"Hermione, you usually look like a smart girl, why do you think Professor Snape would want to hurt Potter?" In Solim's opinion, even if he didn't know the plot, he could see that there was definitely something wrong with what was happening on the court.

"Professor Snape's extreme dislike and dislike for Gryffindor and for Potter is admitted. Solim shook his head slightly, "But to analyze such a thing, you need to be rational and objective. and not by personal assumptions. "

Solim decided to teach these young wizards how to deal with similar problems.

"Hermione, do you think Professor Snape is a fool?" Solim asked Hermione a question.

Hermione shook her head, although she didn't like Snape, Hermione had always been a good girl who was practical. She knew that Snape was not only not stupid, but also a very gifted wizard. With Solim in so long, Hermione was arguably the student Gryffindory knew Snape best.

"Since he's not stupid, would he hurt a student in front of almost the whole school?" Solim's questions were thrown at Hermione one after another, "Listen to your description, that interference charm is aimed at the broom under Potter's ass, not Potter himself, well, even if he succeeds, Potter falls, and then what? Does Potter just 'snap' and fall to his death?" Solim looked at Neville and Draco, " Do you believe that a student fell from a broom and died in front of so many seniors and professors?".

Solim didn't wait for them to talk, and it was like a machine gun.

"Potter will fall to his death unless all the wizards present are not wands. "

"Even without a wand, a wandless levitation charm isn't a bit difficult for Professor Flitvix, I'm sure of that. "

"Potter will fall to his death unless all the wizards present have forgotten how to use the levitation charm. "

"Even if they all forgot how to use the levitation charm, they wouldn't be able to fall to death at that height, at least not on the spot. As long as there is only half a breath left, Madam Pomfrey will be able to revive Potter. "

"If you want Potter dead, there's a lot of chance, in the hallway, in the break room, in the toilet, anywhere. But this person chose a crowded stadium, do you think this person is stupid?".

"And this idiot's target is not Potter, it's the broom under Potter's butt, and it's better to expect Potter to fall off the broom and die than to fall down the stairs. "

And the idiot was honestly sitting on the viewing platform staring at Potter and chanting incantations, without the slightest concern for the people around him. "

"Come, Hermione, tell me, do you still think that the person who killed Potter is Professor Snape?" Solim crossed his arms and looked at Hermione in front of him, a rare Hermione like this.

Solim's machine gun had made Hermione stupid, and it was still a little bit of a slowdown, indeed, these were all questions that Hermione hadn't thought about before. Now that I think about it, these are very visible, very obvious problems. But Hermione didn't notice any of them.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be someone trying to hurt Potter, maybe it's just to interfere with his game, and you know, some of Slytherin's older students can do that. Although this method is stupid. Solim turned to look at Draco, "Draco, have you heard any gossip about the courtyard?"

"No, why don't I go back and inquire?" Draco also wondered if any of the senior seniors in the house had made a move on Harry.

"What if it wasn't?" Hermione was a little worried, "what if someone really wanted to harm Harry?"

"If someone really wants to hurt Potter and deliberately chooses this time period, then the person who made the move doesn't really want to hurt Potter. Solim stared at Hermione, "Rather, it's sending a message to everyone that someone in the school wants to harm Potter and make the professors more vigilant." "

"Then why didn't he just tell the professors?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, I think you should be able to figure it out yourself. Solim looked at the three people in front of him, "If you really want to go further on the path of magic than others, then you must learn to use your brain. Wizards who don't use their brains don't live long. "

Solim ended the conversation about Potter and began to check the trio's mastery of the Disarming Charm. Of the three, Draco had the best mastery of the Disarming Charm, and the worst was of course Neville, although he did release it, but in Solim's opinion, such a slow release speed was not as good as going up and using his fists.

"It's too slow," Solim shook his head, "you're all too slow to cast the Disarming Charm, but that's understandable given that you're both new to the actual combat spell. "

Battles between wizards are very fast-paced, and many times the key to victory is the speed at which the spell is released. The only way to increase the speed of casting is to practice, keep practicing, and practice it to the end. There is no other shortcut, think that in order not to be bullied in Sgul, Solim even held his wand when he slept, practiced swinging his wand when he walked, and even practiced when he squatted in the pit.

Solim firmly believes that while the other side is still pulling out his wand, your spell is already on someone's face, and it doesn't matter what spell you're firing. As long as you're fast enough, your opponent won't even have a chance to draw their wand. In Solim's view, a one-on-one duel between wizards is like a duel between cowboys in the western part of the United States, and the point is a quick word. Because the wizard's body is so fragile, a stun spell can lay you down. Even a great wizard with profound magic like Dumbledore was almost dizzy when he was hit by a powerful stun spell, even if he didn't lie down on the spot. And a stun spell is an itch for most magical creatures. Suffice it to say, most of the magic invented and improved by wizards was used against their own kind.

"The Disarming Charm is the foundation of the basics of actual magic, the introduction to the basics. If you can't even master this magic, there's no need to waste time with me. Solim's words were a bit heavy, but they were, what could a wizard who couldn't even use a disarming spell expect from him.

"My request to you is simple: a second and a silent spell, and it would be great if you could cast spells without a fight. "

............

All three were speechless.

"Draco, come here, whatever magic you want to use on me. Solim raised his chin at Neville, "Neville, step aside." "

Draco and Solim stood face to face, took a deep breath, and Draco quickly raised his wand ......

No more, Draco didn't use any spells - his wand was no longer in his hand.

Solim just made a gesture of reaching for money, and Draco's wand flew into his hand.

"No stick, no sound, less than a second. Solim tossed his wand to Draco, "If this is actual combat, Draco you're already lying down." "

"Want to know the consequences of losing your wand in battle?" Solim turned, sliding his wizard's robe to his waist, revealing his back.

Solim had a terrible scar on his left shoulder blade and down to his waist: pitch-black, like a piece of wood scorched by fire, and the outline of his ribs was clearly visible on the horrible scar. The large and small depressions look like battlefields that have just been baptized by artillery, densely distributed in the pitch-black scars, and a circle that looks like melted wax separates the scars from normal skin.

Solim refastened his robes, turned to look at the three of them and sighed, "Remember my lesson, hold your wands. "

Draco swallowed and foamed, his lips trembling open, "That'...... What is that. Draco felt like he was going to have a nightmare tonight. The scar on Solim's body just now was a horror he had never seen before.

Solim looked at Neville, "Did Hruber tell you about this?" Hruber was Neville's uncle who taught at Sculle.

Neville looked down at Solim and nodded, not saying a word. Neville had always been afraid of Solim's cousin, in large part because of what Heluber had told him. Most wizards who knew what Solim had done would invariably call him a "little monster" or a "little madman", and the name spread in Sculler when he was ten years old.

"Then take my lesson to heart. Solim clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the trio. "Practice well, there are no shortcuts, no boring cane swings, no time and energy irrigation, do you think I can reach this level at this age?"

Hermione finally let go of her hands covering her mouth, she, like Draco, had never seen such a horrible scar. "As long as we keep practicing, we can really reach this level, even if it's a no-fight spell?" Although Hermione had seen Solim's no-fight spell for a long time, it was still difficult for Hermione to use such a technique in battle. Hermione hesitated, but asked, "Also, if it's convenient, can you talk to us......" Hermione gestured to her back, "...... The scar. "

"There's nothing you can't say. Solim looked at the three people in front of him in turn with a calm gaze, "Fight more with less, I was confiscated with my wand, and they couldn't kill me due to certain rules, so they left me a ...... that I will remember for the rest of my life" Solim leaned sideways, "Mark." "

"Can't the scars be removed?" asked Hermione, "and the book says that the scars can be removed, St. Mungo's ......

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"The scars caused by the Corrosion Charm can't be repaired. Solim interrupted Hermione, "At least not yet. "

"Alright, don't talk about that, you should focus on improving yourselves now, not on my scars. "

"I've told you everything about the Disarming Charm, and it's up to you how far you can practice. Hermione, look at Neville, don't call him lazy," Solim looked at Draco again, "Draco, I don't think I need to urge you, you know what to do." "

Solim sat down and looked at his magic notes while paying attention to the three of them practicing disarming spells with each other, there was nothing more to teach them about disarming spells, and after seeing Solim's scars, the three of them were no less serious about spell practice than Sculler's young wizards.

They were still young, they had a lot of time to go, and Solim was interested in how far they could grow with their own intervention.