Harry Potter's Bastard

During dinner in the evening, Hermione noticed that Harry was in a strange state. He, like Ron, was a little absent-minded. Ron's situation, Hermione knew that he was going to Umbridge with Dean tonight to be locked up, and given what happened to Harry, it made sense that he would have that reaction. But Harry's situation was a bit incomprehensible to Hermione, and counting just now, this was the third time Harry had cut a plate with a knife.

"What the hell are you doing with Dumbledore today?" asked Hermione in a whisper, seeing that Harry didn't react, Hermione kicked him under the table before Harry reacted.

"We-" Harry stopped talking, and finally he sighed and said, "Today we went to a ...... Very bad place, the result is ...... It's also bad. "

Hermione glanced over to Slytherin and saw Solim putting a cut of meat on Sylna's plate. She breathed a sigh of relief, then asked worriedly, "Is it Dumbledore...... Did something go wrong?"

Harry thought of the scene where Dumbledore slit his palm, and shook his head, "No, there's nothing wrong with Dumbledore - although I think he might have made some ...... if Solim wasn't there Well, irrational things. But for now, Dumbledore is fine. "

"What the hell is going on?" Hermione put down her knife and fork and looked at Harry with a serious expression, "Did you meet a Death Eater?"

"No, we didn't meet any of them today. Harry couldn't help but hear the white corpses under the pitch-black lake—they weren't human anymore.

"Actually, our action today is to find something related to Voldemort. Harry looked left and right and saw that no one was paying attention to them except Ron, who was still in a daze.

"You didn't find it?" asked Hermione.

"It can't be said that it hasn't been found. Harry scratched his head, "But what we found was a fake, one that had really been taken by someone else. "

"Taken away in advance by the mysterious man?"

"It's not. Harry shook his head, "It's a person named R.A.B., he shouldn't be a Death Eater......" Harry told Hermione what was written in the suicide note in the locket.

"In other words, there is a person who doesn't even know about Dumbledore, and he doesn't know when he has already dropped the mystery man's things?" Hermione looked strange, "You must know that no one will fight against the mystery man and the Death Eaters except for the Order of the Phoenix and some Aurors who are sticking to their posts." "

"I don't know. Harry said, "I think maybe Dumbledore can tell me tonight." "

Then Harry looked at Ron, who was still in a daze, "What's wrong with him? "

"Hey, he and Dean are going to Umbridge for confinement tonight. Hermione pouted, "Not surprisingly, he'll have the back of his hand engraved when he comes back tonight." "

Harry sighed, he couldn't help much. Even though he had arrived, Harry was still uncomfortable with everything in Umbridge's office.

After dinner, Ron and Dean left the auditorium in a state of trepidation, and Ron didn't even say hello to Harry. It's no secret what happened to Harry at Umbridge, the students know what to expect from being locked up at Umbridge, the inscription on the back of his hand is indeed a severe punishment, but it is not so frightening that it will be like this, Ron's current performance is in the past as Hufflepuff still said, but in Gryffindor, which is known for his boldness, it seems a little overdone. That's why Hermione didn't look at him when she was eating dinner - and I didn't want to kill you, although the physical punishment of carving on the back of your hand wouldn't be pleasant, but your Ron was too cowardly.

After dinner, the three of Solim walked towards the small classroom with their school bags, today is Saturday, the small classroom is going to get together, Solim believes that they don't have the heart to practice spells tonight, Hermione had a meeting with those students today, she will definitely talk about it today, and Harry has a lot of doubts that have not been answered in today's action with Dumbledore, he must also ask questions......

Just as Solim thought, all three of Gryffindor came with their homework. When they entered the fifth grade, their homework was almost overwhelming, and every day the class would be assigned new assignments, just like Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, and the previous class had not finished the paper, and this class was assigned new assignments.

"It's a rare thing, Solim, that you even brought your homework to write. Hermione watched in amazement as Solim pulled out her parchment and quill......

"What kind of pen are yours?" Hermione glanced at the bright red quill in Solim's hand, "I've never seen anything like it in the Literati Habitat." "

"That's his phoenix's tail feathers — I have one too. Sylna said.

Hermione turned her head to see that Sylna also had one that was exactly the same as Solim's.

It seems that people who learn well and like to learn will have a little "pen control" tendency, and Hermione has collected many styles of quills: different styles of nibs and different feather colors...... But the quills made of phoenix tail feathers ...... Hermione never got it.

Want......

Hermione bit her lip and looked at Solim with a look of obsessiveness.

"Okay. Solim knew at a glance that he was going to break the bank, "I'll get one for you when the time is right." "

"The right time?"

Sylna couldn't help but smile and said, "Last time, my brother was tossed for a night because of plucking the feathers of the ashes. "

"Alright, don't talk about this nonsense. Solim slapped the table, "Write your homework while you chat." "

Students like Solim or Hermione have this ability, and they can write a paper assigned by a professor while talking about something extraneous. Not with Draco, they had to flip through the books, and as soon as they started babbling while writing papers like Solim, their train of thought would be interrupted.

"Tell me about your situation today. Solim wrote on his parchment the title: On the use of palliative materials, "How many people have you contacted?"

"Twenty-three in total. Hermione sighed and said, "But a lot of people look ...... Some are disgusted with signatures. "

"Hehe, you still have a lot of things to encounter in the future. Solim didn't lift his head, and continued to write the subtitle: The specific effects of moonstone powder.

"If nothing else, what are you guys—" Solim looked up at Hermione, "Umbridge will definitely know about the extracurricular study group." "

"But everyone present has already signed the contract. "

"That's right, even though you lied to them at first, they did sign up. But I don't think any other unrelated person here at the time signed your piece of paper, right?"

"You mean, the other patrons at the bar at the time?" Hermione frowned, "You suspect there's Umbridge's eyeliner in there?"

"No doubt, there must be. "It's not just the Hog's Head Bar, it's every Hogsmeade shop that has their eyeliner. Maybe tomorrow the new "Education Order" will come out. "

Hermione didn't know whether to say Solim Crow's Beak or that he was prescient, and the next day a new education order was posted.