Harry Potter's Bastard

It was a terrible night for Solim, who was still buzzing in his mind when he got into Charles' Ford. On the other hand, Charles, who was driving, could be described as refreshed, and he also turned up the volume of the car CD to the maximum.

Solim spent an all-night at the sonic waves in the family's most popular nightclub. Staying up all night was a common occurrence for Solim, but he had never done so in such a noisy environment, which made him a little uncomfortable. And a few hours ago, there was a little bit of a thing.

Charles couldn't sit still after chatting with Solim at the bar for a while, and as soon as 12 o'clock he ran to the front of the stage to watch the pole dance with a "Jackson" in his hand.

Originally, it was nothing, but Charles, a dead werewolf, got into a fight with someone else. The reason was because there was a bald head who felt that Charles was blocking his view, so two groups of people fought—Charles's group, the bald head and the other three.

This kind of thing happens almost every night on such occasions. Solim didn't think that Charles, a werewolf, would be able to beat four ordinary people, so he leaned on the bar and continued to watch the play, and by the way, he asked the bartender for a different taste.

Charles, who had a fight, came back very excitedly, and did not forget to stuff the dollar he was holding in his hand into the pole dancer's collar before leaving. After pouring a glass of brandy, Charles twisted his neck in comfort.

"Won't the people in charge here come to trouble you?" Solim watched as the four people who had been making trouble before were picked up and thrown out one by one.

"Oh, they won't. Charles laughed and said, "Unless they want to be thrown out by me." "

"Looks like you're already familiar with it here. Solim noticed a big white man nodding at his side - it was clearly right for ~ Charles.

After pouring a few glasses of wine, Charles ran to the other side to play billiards, leaving Solim alone to the other. Without Charles' deterrence, the bar was once again crowded with men and women. Solim, who was really noisy, finally left the bar and sat down on the sofa in the billiards-ball area.

He did nothing but play two darts the whole night, and ended up leaning back on the couch watching Charles play billiards - the werewolf was quite talented at it, winning almost $500 in one night. It's kind of earning back the money for tonight's drink. Of course, not counting the "tip" of the dancer-girl.

"I'll go back and get some sleep, and we'll go in the afternoon. Solim turned down the volume on the radio, then reclined his chair, ready to find his bedtime state.

"Okay, listen to you. Charles held the steering wheel and glanced up at the rearview mirror, "We seem to be being targeted." "

"Huh?" Solim opened his freshly closed eyes.

"I guess it's the same group of people I taught me yesterday night. Charles said nonchalantly: "Just leave it to me, I have experience with these people." "

Charles kept weaving through the traffic, stuck at a few traffic lights and left the car behind him in sight. Solim only found out at this time that Charles would have such a strong "market flavor", not at all like people in the wizarding world.

Charles's home is an old apartment. The carpets in the aisles were moldy and full of holes, and the wooden floors creaked as people walked by.

In general, the environment is not very good.

The same was true of the house, where peeling wall skins were everywhere, and Solim found cockroaches in the sink as he passed by the kitchen at the door. All he wants now is that there are no rats in his bedroom......

"I'm going to take a shower, you can go to the bathroom first-" After a while, Charles threw his shirt onto the sofa very neatly.

"By the way, don't throw anything in the toilet, it might be clogged. "

Solim rolled his eyes, ready to solve his personal problems before taking a break, but as soon as he entered the toilet, he was dumbfounded—the seat cushion of the bidet was gone, and the toilet lid was only half left, not to mention the smell of a toilet in a cheap apartment.

Fortunately, he only solves "small problems", not "big problems" that require taking off his pants.

Lying on the bed that had just been "cleaned up", Solim decided that he would settle the matter this afternoon, and he would never live here at night.

As they left the apartment in the afternoon, Solim noticed that Charles didn't seem to have any intention of checking out with the heavily makeup landlady at the door. But it's none of his business, and we'll settle the matter this afternoon. When the time comes, Charles wants to stay here for two more days, so he will go with him.

Solim and the others were going to a different place, with good greenery, no rubbish on the ground, and a large lawn in front of every house—it was clear that it was inhabited by middle-class families.

Charles parked his car under a tree on the side of the road.

"On the right-hand side, the one with the mailbox at the door is a little crooked—"

"Well, see, that's it?" Solim noticed that there weren't many people on the sidewalk, and he hoped it wouldn't attract any attention later.

"The owner of the house is called Kent. Bowison. Charles opened his mouth and said, "I was married, but he married another a few years ago, and the child is 7 years old." He works for an accounting firm, but he recently quit his job, and I think you can guess why, his wife had a fight with him over this. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Solim turned his head and looked at Charles firmly.

"Did you inquire yourself?"

"Otherwise?" said Charles, "isn't that the most basic? "

"I didn't mean that, I mean ......"

"Hey!" Charles suddenly slapped the steering wheel and poked his head out of the car, "Don't pee on me!"

"A dog," Charles picked up a pack of Marlboros from the dashboard, shook it twice, and picked one up in his mouth, "want to pee on the side of the tire - one?"

Solim looked at Charles with some blank expression.

"Where did you learn all this?"

"Just take a look at it. Sometimes you have to admit that mastering Muggle stuff will fit them better. Charles casually dropped the cigarette case onto the dashboard.

"I think you're right. Solim quietly opened the passenger window.

"Oh, here it is. Charles looked in the rearview mirror as he swallowed, "You'll see that guy in a moment." "

The car carrying the express came from behind them in Solim and finally stopped in front of Bowison's house.

"I haven't asked you yet, what are your plans?" Charles flicked his cigarette ash out of the car, "take the things away?"

"Of course, there are no future problems. Solim watched as a blonde man in slippers rushed out of the house, and a woman stood in the doorway with her hands on her breast.

"They have accomplices, and it's best to be able to catch them all. "。