Harry Potter's Bastard

The twins had been busy with their previous work, and now they couldn't find a few intact tables or chairs in front of the Burrow—the fragile, ordinary paraphernalia that had been reduced to the spell had been scattered everywhere in a place that had been reduced to the devastation of the spell.

Wizards who can use the Flying Charm, whether it's the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters, choose to leave the ground to fight, after all, the view from above is much better, and the surrounding environment is only the open space in front of the Burrow, which is really not conducive to large-scale engagements.

The sky turned red and smoke began to fill the air, because someone was setting fire to the Burrow, and needless to say, the fire must have surrounded the Burrow. Poor Weasleys, the new house they had just rebuilt, if it was a new house, looked like it was going to be rebuilt again after this day—if they still had a chance, for none of them had escaped, not even Ginny.

"You follow me, don't make a fool of yourself. Solim held the staff in his right hand and something in his left.

"Aren't we going to help?" Hermione nervously clutched her wand, anxiously watching the black and white mist tangled in mid-air - it was the Order of the Phoenix and the elite wizards of the Death Eaters holding each other back.

"Don't be stupid, it's good if you don't help. Solim glanced at Hermione's cane hand, "Don't push too hard, I told you." "

Hermione knew this, of course, but the sudden attack made it impossible for her to be as calm as Solim anyway, and she felt strange now, as if she couldn't control her hands at all, and her grip on strength was completely out of proportion.

"Why did that wizard let us go?" said Hermione, glancing at Solim's left hand, which was wrapped in a snake-scale glove, and what Solim was holding was a note that Christopher had just given him.

"Because he wasn't with the Death Eaters. Solim suddenly grabbed Hermione's neck with his left hand and pinned her to the ground—a black mist and a white light intertwined, speeding over their heads.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't have time to warn me just now. Solim beckoned, and the note that had just fallen on the ground returned to his hand, and after thinking about it, Solim still stuffed it into his robe, he had been trying to see what was written on it, but he had never found a chance since he got it.

"It's okay, I should say thank you. Hermione stood up in embarrassment and picked up her dropped wand again, "So what are we going to do now?"

"Observe the situation and then take you to a safer place. Solim looked around him with some annoyance at the nearly human-tall weeds - he didn't know what to call them, these annoying things were so obstructive that he didn't even know if a spell would come out of the grass.

"Hurry up, too! If any of you dare to be lazy, I will definitely report to the master when I go back!"

The wind brought a sound not far away, and although Solim couldn't see them, he and Hermione both understood that it couldn't be their own people, and since they weren't their own people, they could only be enemies at this time. Giving Hermione a look, Solim pressed his hand down, Hermione sensibly lowered her figure, and then in her surprised gaze, Solim disappeared.

"Are you still there?" Hermione asked quietly.

"I'm here. Solim's voice was heard in the air.

Then there was an icy sensation from the top of Hermione's head, like a basin of ice water dripping from head to toe, but soon Hermione noticed that the sensation was gone. She knew what Solim had just done, and he had cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

"Are they going to set fire?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Are we going to stop them?"

"It doesn't make sense. "

Solim groped through the air, trying to find Hermione's arm, but unfortunately ...... Or, embarrassingly, he didn't find the right place the first time. Hermione's posture changed, no longer the position she had used to stand when she cast the Illusion Charm, causing Solim to rely on his memory to grasp the place where Hermione's arm was, but he grabbed something soft, and Solim was sure that this feeling was definitely not an arm, as he didn't feel the bone of what he was holding in his hand.

Soon Solim knew what he had caught. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Ahh

This can't be blamed on Hermione, really, this is a natural reaction that a girl will have when she is unprepared for being attacked in the chest, Hermione is not the kind of unrestrained woman, it is too normal for her to have this reaction.

Although the memories seemed a little distant, Solim still found an impression of the feeling in his own memories—those deeper memories. The feeling of being able to feel the softness through the clothes, Solim felt that if his distant memory was not wrong, the place he had just accidentally grabbed should be ......

Unfortunately, Solim didn't have the time or opportunity to ask Hermione for what he had caught—Hermione's exclamations had apparently caught the attention of those not far away.

"You two! "[]

Solim rolled his eyes helplessly under the illusion curse, he really didn't plan to contact these little minions, after all, these people are responsible for the task of setting fire to the surroundings and "creating an atmosphere", which can only show one thing: these people are cannon fodder. They may not even know where this is, or even the goal this time. There was no need to waste time with such people, not to mention the fact that the commotion might attract the attention of the Death Eaters.

The illusion spell only blends the person's body with the surrounding environment, unless it is a wizard who is extremely proficient in the illusion spell, otherwise the illusion spell cast by ordinary wizards can still see the flaw by staring - Solim's illusion spell is like this. But even if his illusion charm was extremely ingenious, it couldn't eliminate the size factor of him and Hermione. There were weeds all around a man tall, and unless they were blind or lucky, they couldn't have noticed the air-cleared grass.

The sound of the human body lining up the grass and the sound of people talking were getting closer and closer to Solim and Hermione, and Solim could only point his wand in the direction from which the sound came from, and he was ready to get closer...... To make sure nothing goes wrong.

Hermione obviously couldn't count on it, she had a lot of spells and knowledge, but Hermione had a shortcoming: she was too nervous, and in this situation, Hermione, who was nervous and even a little disobedient to the staff, was obviously not able to perform at the level of her usual training.

And Solim.

He was not at all frightened by this kind of scene, and in a very short period of time, several spell casting schemes for different situations had already appeared in his mind: single, multi-person, and the spell was discovered after the spell was successfully cast, or it was not discovered...... Whether to use a stun spell or a cutting spell, whether to use transfiguration to silently eliminate people, or deliberately show a sound to attract other people, these Solim have already prepared a plan, just waiting for him to do it.