Harry Potter's Bastard

Expressions of horror crept up into the faces of Harold and Paul, who had just woken up from their fluttering and empty bliss.

Solim's Imperius Curse had apparently been upon him.

"What are you going to do!" Harold cried out in a sinister manner, trying to get the butler's attention.

"It's useless, Sir Harold, and, of course, you, Mr. Councillor. "

Solim turned his wand in his right hand, and as soon as he entered the room, he cast a spell to make sure that nothing could be heard.

"You are wizards!" Paul screamed at the sight of his wand.

"It's obvious. Solim looked at the two of them playfully, still putting pressure on them.

"What do you want to do?" Harold forced himself to compose himself, only his trembling voice betrayed him, "I think we can talk." "

"There is no need to talk about "260", and there is nothing to talk about. Solim said lightly: "In order for you to quickly recognize the reality, I think it is necessary to take some action. "

As soon as Solim finished speaking, Harold and Paul noticed an abnormality in their chest.

Scald!

This is the first sense of the two. Then the pain spread from the chest to the whole body.

The pampered two legislators were clearly not tough guys, and they were howling and rolling on the ground - judging by the range of movements, they didn't look like they were almost 60 anymore.

A little reminder is enough. There's no need to make the scene too ugly, after all, these two are old, and if something happens, Solim will have to put a potion in it himself.

The sharp pain gradually subsided, but the nerves in their bodies were still twitching to remind the two councillors that everything just now was not an illusion.

"Let's just say that I was greeting you. Solim beckoned a chair and sat down in front of them.

"—just as you greet us. "

The pain that makes you scream is easy to relieve, and the really great pain is the kind that doesn't make you faint and doesn't make you scream.

The pain that Harold and Paul felt was completely within the reach of ordinary people. After all, only a handful of lucky people in this world have the opportunity to experience the power of the Diamond Heart Mantra firsthand.

But after all, they were old, and they had been pampered all year round, and the two councillors, who had never experienced such pain, still lay on the floor for a while.

Solim was patient, he didn't rush, but waited quietly for them to get back up.

"Ah, it looks like the two councillors are much better. "

Solim smiled, looking like a pervert.

"How's it going? Do you understand the situation you are in?"

"You ...... There will be a price. Harold leaned back on the couch weakly, "You're sabotaging the cooperation between the two sides!"

"You're going to get in big trouble if you kill us!" Paul scowled.

"Kill you, who said I'm going to kill you?" Solim looked at them kindly, "On the contrary, I'm here to cooperate with you. "

"Don't play with us anymore, Solim of the Selwyns. "

Harold recognized Solim as a celebrity, and he stood up on the couch, as if trying to show a hard point before he died.

"I did take advantage of your laws, but I didn't expect you wizards to be so mad. He clutched his chest, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

If this is your personal behavior, I advise you to stop, and Paul and I may treat it as if it never happened. "

"Yes, there must have been a misunderstanding. Paul saw the hope of life and hurried to help.

Solim plucked his ears with his little finger, then flicked his nails again.

"You don't seem to be aware of your situation, Mr. Senators. "

Solim flicked his wand, and Harold and Paul instantly burst into clothes, revealing their unsightly upper bodies.

"Do you see that S on your chest?" (read the violent novel, just go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

Harold and Paul hurriedly looked down at their chests, and then hurriedly looked at each other's chests after seeing that there was indeed a letter.

Two pitch-black S's floated on their skin like living creatures.

"What is this!"

"What have you done to us?"

The two councillors knew magic, and they were afraid that Solim and the others would do something to them. []

"Well, I thought you were going to be familiar with this. Solim pretended to shake his head regretfully.

"What do you mean?" Harold didn't care about his demeanor at this point, and stood there bare-chested.

"Cows, sheep, horses, the owners of these animals usually mark them as proof of ownership....."

Solim spread his hands and explained with an innocent expression:

"It's normal, isn't it?"

"But that's for brutes! we're human!" Paul roared in a trembling voice.

"Oh, really?" Solim asked rhetorically, "I remember you made marks on people's bodies hundreds of years ago, right?"

"But that's a slave!"

Paul's eyes were red with grief and indignation.

Harold grimaced and didn't say a word.

"That's right. Solim spread his hands and said the most abnormal words in the most normal tone:

"You're my slaves now, what's wrong with that?"

Paul was silent, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but his brain seemed to refuse to speak.

"Don't make a fuss. Kent suddenly said softly behind him: "The two of them are dying, if you continue to be so stimulated, their hearts seem to be unbearable." "

Calvin watched with relish.

As for Vanessa, she didn't know when she touched a book from the bookshelf and was leaning against the wall to look through it.

"Well, if you have some disgust or discomfort with the term slave, we might as well change the name. "

Solim clapped his hands.

"Collaborator - 0.2 for two people shouldn't be offensive, right?

As I said at the beginning: I'm here to work with you. "

Harold suddenly couldn't hold it anymore and collapsed backwards on the couch.

"Hi, look at me. Solim patted his head, then raised his wand, "Since it's about cooperation, of course there must be a look of cooperation." "

The messy pieces of cloth on the floor were suddenly mysteriously attracted, and quickly and orderly clinging to the bodies of the two councillors, shirts, ties, suits, and broken buttons...... One by one, they were found in their correct place and restored.

Instead of paying attention to the two of them, Solim looked at the newly restored clothes, and then swiped his wand downward, and some loose shirts were suddenly tucked into his pants. Then the wand flicked slightly, and the somewhat crooked bow tie was rearranged.

"Look, it's much better, just like before. "。