Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim looked at the group of people standing in his yard: Harry, Sirius, Professor Lupin, Moody, and two very faceless men.

"Who's that guy?"

Moody was Moody, and there was nothing to say about professionalism, and he noticed the dull-looking man in the courtyard next door.

"Oh," Solim glanced over there, "I think he should be my neighbor." "

"'Should?'" Moody seemed unsatisfied with the answer.

"Well, yes, because this is the first time I've met him, and I don't know if the house next door is his. Solim shrugged.

"That's pretty bad, I'll deal with him later, but before that-" Moody then looked at Solim with a wary look, "How do you prove you're Solim?"

"Oh my God, here we go again!" Solim lamented, "This can't be fixed, can it?"

Harry snickered, he, like Solim, had confirmed at first sight that he wasn't someone else who had pretensed himself through Polyjuice Potion, and that while he was familiar with Solim, he couldn't quite match the intimacy between Sirius and Lupin, and he was able to confirm that Solim was himself, thanks to the glove on his left hand, the glove made of basilisk scales.

After seeing Solim's left hand, which was only a bone, Moody walked to the courtyard next to him without saying a word, the physical appearance could be changed, but the aura of black magic attached to Solim's hand could not be faked. He's going to go and put an amnesia spell on the man who doesn't know if he's lucky or unlucky, so that he forgets what happened here.

Solim brought the group into the house, and as expected, as soon as Moody entered the house, his peculiar eyes began to spin and look inside and out.

"Who are the people upstairs, and are they reliable?"

Sirius was about to introduce Solim to the two wizards he didn't know, and when he heard Moody's words, he shut his mouth again.

"They have nothing to do with you. Solim said, "They won't even know you. "

"Hey, there's a ghost. "Moody clearly saw Cheetos.

"The ghost you're talking about, his surname is Selwyn. "

"Hmm......" Moody's eyes, the normal one, were staring at Elena on the couch, "who is this?

Elena was clearly frightened by Moody, the severity of that face was beyond words, not to mention the fact that there was an eye on it that looked like she had ADHD. Seriously, if Moody's image is evaluated by someone who doesn't know him, he will definitely be classified as a "villain".

"Ah, this is Miss Greve, from the United States—how is it, can you rest assured?"

"From the United States?"

Moody seemed to want to dig deeper into the issue, but Sirius couldn't stand it anymore. They were pressed for time, and he wasn't sure the Death Eaters wouldn't come along.

"Even so. Moody then turned his gaze to a somewhat nervous Draco, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be Lucius." Malfoy's son, right?"

"Yes...... Yes. Draco couldn't even say anything. Although the Malfoys are no longer Death Eaters, the deterrent power of the name Moody still makes Draco, the son of a "former Death Eater", a little frightened.

"Alright, Draco's family has long distanced themselves from those guys, you know that all too well. Solim frowned, this was his home, and Moody's attitude as if he was a prisoner as soon as he came in made him a little uncomfortable.

"You'd better hurry up – you have three places to choose from: King's Cross Station, Fair Island, and Dartmoor National Park, north of Plymouth, for you to discuss. "

"Portkey?" Lupin asked.

"Doorkey, of course. "

"No, we can't use the portkey or the illusion......" Moody objected, "It's going to make those bugs in the Ministry of Magic notice—"

"It's not a registered portkey, it's our Selwyn's portkey, the Ministry of Magic has no means to monitor it, you can use it with confidence—otherwise what do you think Dumbledore asked you to come to me for?"

"What's the point for these three places? I mean the other two in addition to the train station. Lupin was a little curious.

"Fair Island is my other residence, but it's almost out there—the Dark Lord knows about it. But now there is no surveillance. "

"No, it's a bit risky. Moody's immediately vetoed it, "And it's better not to go to the train station, it's downtown, and we've just come from there." "

"Then you'll have to choose the third one, and go to Cornwall. Solim led the way up the stairs, "Follow me—"

"Solim—" Draco called out to him.

"Oh, yes. Solim looked back at Harry, "Happy birthday, Harry. "

"Uh, thanks. Harry scratched his head.

"Remember Dobby? "

Harry didn't know why Solim suddenly mentioned a house-elf, but he remembered the house-elf named Dobby vividly.

"Draco is ready to give your admirers back to you. Solim smiled and said, "That's what I promised him before." "

"Give it back to me?" Harry didn't understand for a moment.

"Oh, did I hear me right?" Sirius interjected suddenly, "Will my sister's door-slamming husband allow this?, freeing up a house-elf belonging to the Malfoy family?"

Sirius looked at his nephew incredulously. He knew Lucius, house-elves were the standard for pure-blood families, and usually these house-elves would know a lot of family secrets, and there would not be, and should be, pure-blood families would choose to release a house-elf who served them, and they would rather hang the heads of these house-elves on the wall than release them.

"Actually, Sirius, Draco is more than qualified to do that. "And you know, Dobby is the elf of the Malfoy family, and he has not only the secrets of the Malfoy family, but also the ...... who lived in Malfoy Manor for a long time and still uses it as a stronghold."

"Harry, take this 'gift', it will be important to us. "

Moody couldn't hide the excitement in his tone, this is a house-elf that can get close to the Death Eaters and Voldemort, as long as those Death Eaters still occupy Malfoy Manor, then the value of this house-elf named Dobby is immeasurable.

The Malfoys were separated from the Death Eaters, and although they had the protection of the Selwyns, Lucius knew that this protection was not permanent, after all, the gap between Malfoy and Selwyn was too great. He had to repair his relationship with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, if not if not to make them hostile to the Malfoys.

If sending a house-elf would help the Order of the Phoenix, and make people like Moody remember that Lucius can do as much as there is such "business".

Not to mention the excitement of seeing Harry again, he didn't actually say a word to Harry, and then at the urging of Moody, he began to spy on the information in Malfoy Manor.