Harry Potter's Bastard

Just after the holiday, she ran away without a shadow, and it was inevitable that Sylna would be unhappy, and Solim knew this. But he really didn't run away because of his fiancée — really not. Although the two of them are still a little awkward now, it doesn't bother Solim too much. His mind was now on the centaurs.

The Great Library at Selwyn Castle was huge, very large, the size of at least four Hogwarts Great Halls, and it was upstairs and downstairs, and it was not easy to find what you were looking for in so many bookcases—even if Solim had already stood in the corresponding area, he still had to dig through it for a long time, and he didn't know if he would be able to find the books about the centaurs.

"What are you looking for?" a transparent figure descended from the roof.

"Oh, it's you. Solim glanced up, the ghost he knew, one of the few in the castle who didn't resent Solim's status as an illegitimate child.

"Four-one-three: You haven't been in the library for a long time. "

"Yes," Solim closed the book in his hand and piled it to his left-hand side, the book was not what he wanted, "Cheetos, you know, the older you get, the more things you do, and there's no way around it." "

"Huh?" Cheetos seemed to have found something, "what's wrong with your hand?"

Alas, Solim sighed in his heart, whether it is a human or a ghost, he must ask when he sees it. He was already tired of answering this question.

"It's a small problem, and it will be fine after a while. Solim continued to flip through the books.

"Shriveled limbs...... Well, you're not cursed by someone, are you?" Cheeto, touching his transparent chin, "Kind of like a withering curse?"

"Not really. Solim couldn't help but laugh, a wizard who has the ability to cast a curse on himself, it would be easy to kill himself, so why bother.

"Even if it wasn't, it must have been the result of black magic. Cheetos seemed very interested in Solim's hand.

"Are you using some kind of dark magic that requires the flesh to be sacrificed?

The more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes...... Solim held his forehead, where did he have the level to perform that level of black magic, but Cheetos was right, Solim's hands were indeed caused by black magic.

"You're here just in time, I'm looking for a few books about centaurs, do you have any recommendations?"

"Centaurs?" Cheetos was a little curious, "what are you looking for this?"

"There are some things I want to know, and the older the better. "

"Hmm...... Then you can check out the book "Our Enemies - The Defeated Races of Sorcerers from Ancient Times to the Present Present", I think it was written by Leodvi, and you should be able to find it around here. "

Solim put back the pile of books in front of him, which had wasted him two hours, and since Cheetas had a recommendation, Solim was going to take a look at it first.

After climbing up and down for a while, Solim finally found our enemy on the top of a bookshelf, the race of wizards from ancient times to the present day, but .......

Gotta forget it. Solim looked at the thickness of the book, he was a little dissatisfied, "This is too thin, even if there is information, it can only be a passing ......".

"You open it and take a look. "Cheedo floated to the same height as Solim - that's what the ghost is.

"This is ......" Solim was shocked when he opened the book, the thickness of which was not very satisfying to Solim turned out to be just a table of contents, "I've been reading a book in the castle for so many years, and this is the first book to have a catalog—and it's a catalog." "

"You're either looking at wizards' codexes or some kind of enlightenment books, and it doesn't matter if they have a catalog or not. "

"Okay. Solim replied as he looked up the word about the centaurs, and the directory was enough for him to flip through for a while.

"I have to say, we wizards have too many enemies. Solim's finger slid quickly over the catalogue - it would be nice to have a catalogue, and you can't expect people to catalogue them alphabetically.

"Actually, it would be more accurate to say that it should be human. "

"What?"

"It's the enemy of humanity, not just a wizard. Cheetos said.

"Okay. Solim's lips answered, and his mind was all on the catalog.

"In ancient times, there were not too many wizards, and the main frontal battlefield still relied on a large number of ordinary humans. Otherwise, how can those outliers with a certain social composition be defeated by us?"

Cheetos seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, and when he caught Solim, he began to chatter vigorously, regardless of whether Solim wanted to listen or not.

"The great enemy of mankind is now only the elves who still retain a certain ability to resist, and even if there is the rest, it will not become a climate. Otherwise, do you think that those ordinary human beings can develop to this point?"

Solim patted the ladder under his feet, which moved laterally, through Cheetos' body, to the other side of the bookshelf.

"You found it?" Cheedo walked straight through the bookshelf and reappeared in front of Solim.0

"Found it, dedicated to the centaurs and the war with them. Solim looked down at the catalog again, confirming it again.

"This is it. "

As Solim's hand reached the spine of the book, he felt that if he hadn't drunk the blood of the Rheemu, he might not be able to pull it out with one hand. The book is large and thick, and the corners of the cover are still metal, so thick and heavy that ordinary people have to use two hands to pull the book out, and they must be careful to maintain their balance, so as not to accidentally fall down the ladder.

"Bang!" Solim slammed the book on the long table in the aisle of the two rows of bookshelves, stepped on the stool and began to look down.

"Looks like you've found what you're looking for. Cheetos swayed in mid-air, "Then I won't bother you, and I'll be dangling around and doing nothing as usual." "

Solim raised an eyebrow.

"Cheetos, ask you something. "

"Oh, then ask. "

Cheeto happily floated down from mid-air.

"You...... I mean, what exactly is the scope of your ghosts based on?"

"It's a bit more complicated. Cheedo sank half of his body into the table, looking a little funny, "If the existing ghosts want to maintain their existence, they must find a place with abundant magic - Hogwarts and this place are all places that the ghosts love, but they must be connected to these places during their lifetime, otherwise they will not be able to stay forever." As for the range of activity you say...... "5.6

Cheedo tilted his head and thought for a moment, "It seems that there are no special restrictions, except for some magic and seals that can stop our ghosts from approaching, there is nothing else that can restrict our steps......"

Looking down, he found his lower body under the table, and Cheetos floated again.

"—though the footsteps are far away from me. "

"In that case, can you drift to London?"

"London, what am I going to do there, looking at those Muggles sitting in iron boxes?"

"I see you're so bored, I'll find you something to do. There are two little ones that I think you might be willing to teach them. "

Cheetos looked interested.

"Oh, tell me more about it, even though I don't have access to a wand anymore, what I've learned is still in my head—though I don't have a brain anymore. "_

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