Harry Potter's Bastard

The door was opened.

Queenie was a little overwhelmed by Solim and Hermione. After all, eavesdropping on your boss while talking to someone, whether intentionally or not, is embarrassing to be caught.

"Ms. Granger......" Queenie, who was still holding half a box of ink, stammered, "Courtroom 1 has begun to enter, and I have been notified-"

"Got it," Hermione said, standing up from behind her desk, "put things away and dispose of these papers before I get back." "

Queenie scrambled to place the box in the corner, then picked up the two stacks of parchment on the desk that Hermione had already given instructions and returned to her seat.

As she passed Solim, Queenie swept her eyes to the badge on his chest. She knew what it was, it was a badge of passage issued by Minister Scrimgeour himself, and the wearer could move freely within the Ministry of Magic. Queenie had only seen Dumbledore wear it before, and now she had another one.

The Ministry of Magic has a total of four elevators, one of which is specially set up for officials of various departments: the directors of each department, the head of the office, and the member of the Wizengamot, Solim's official status in the Ministry of Magic is a special adviser on Muggle issues, and he is directly connected to the minister, so he is naturally qualified to use this elevator.

This position was given to Scrimgeour in order to satisfy Solim's request to move freely within the Ministry of Magic, which was the content of the transaction, so he did not receive a single Galleon salary as a special adviser.

All trial rooms 373 are on the 10th basement floor, which cannot be reached by elevator, and must be reached by going to the lobby on the 8th floor and then through the security checkway.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Solim was immediately taken aback by the large number of people here. He saw a long line at the wand registry, and a steady stream of Ministry of Magic employees crowding through the dedicated passageway.

"Is there so many people in the Ministry of Magic now?" Solim looked at Hermione.

"Today's trial has attracted too many people, let's go-" Hermione had to push the people across the road hard, "people who don't have a pass don't squeeze in!"

"It's Director Granger!"

Solim saw a guy with a magic camera being dragged by a woman, struggling to squeeze Hermione's side.

"Director Granger, can you give me an interview? I'm a correspondent of the Daily Prophet, and we're going to be documenting the trial today. "

Solim saw the wizard with the camera trying to take a picture. Hermione is a public figure, and she doesn't care, but she can't.

"If you don't want your camera reimbursed, go find someone else. Solim grabbed the wizard's arm, "I'll just say it once. "

The photographer looked surprised, he had interviewed many Ministry of Magic officials with his partner, but he had never encountered such a situation.

"What are you doing! We're interviewing normally!" the witch was upset and glared at Solim, "Do you want your barbarism to be in the newspapers?"

Yo, threaten me?

Solim was immediately amused.

"Before you say that, I suggest you learn from your senior, Ms. Skeeter, to at least know how to speak. "

"Skeeter? You mean Rita. Skeeter?ha, that woman has been fired!" The witch raised the cameraman's arm and motioned for him to prepare for the photograph.

"Do you want to follow in her footsteps?" said Solim, leaning closer to the witch and looking at her menacingly.

The witch was suddenly frightened, and for some reason, she felt that if she said the wrong thing, the wizard in front of her might kill her.

It was a momentary sensation, a woman's sixth sense, but reason was quick to tell her that no matter how crazy a wizard was, it was impossible to hurt someone in the halls of the Ministry of Magic. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a richly dressed wizard crowd up.

It's Mr. Malfoy!

This is also a big shot!

"Oh, Solim, it's terrible here!" Draco squeezed in from behind, "It's full of people, when are we going to get in?"

"Follow Hermione, she's the director. Solim greeted Draco as well, "But your name might be better than mine here, and make this woman disappear from our eyes." "

So the female journalist and her partner left.

She may not know what the name "Solim" means, but she knows what "Malfoy" means.

It was the big financier of the Ministry of Magic, the majority shareholder of the Daily Prophet she worked for, and her salary was paid by Malfoy. Such a person cannot afford to be offended.

Thanks to Hermione's status as the head of the department, Solim and the others quickly crossed the crowd and reached the Auror cordon, and one step further into the first courtroom.

Then he saw two acquaintances.

Harry and Ron.

Solim instinctively looked at Draco to the side.

Sure enough, the guy just glanced at Harry and didn't say anything, but when he looked at Ron...... His eyes were full of excitement.

Draco licked his lips with some excitement, as if something was brewing.

Solim tugged at the corners of his mouth. He knew that the repertoire was coming soon.

Draco had always had trouble with Ron—it was Ron, not Weasley. From his student days at Hogwarts until he graduated, Draco sought out Ron's stubble whenever he could.

Given that the two of them hadn't seen each other in a long time, Draco's excitement Solim was quite understandable. He also wanted to see if Draco had grown after graduation...... Or whether Ron has learned to endure.

"Yo, isn't this our Auror?" Draco smirked, much to Solim's nostalgic feeling as if they were still in school.

Ron's face turned red.

"What are you doing here!"

Tsk, idiot, aren't you uncomfortable? Solim was extremely disappointed with Ron's response, he had suffered so many losses during his time at Hogwarts, and he really didn't grow at all.

"Me?"

Draco was pleased with Ron's "upper path". He said proudly:

"As a member of the Standing Committee of the Exchange Committee, as a recipient of the Ministry of Magic's Special Contribution Award, and as a provider of funds from the Ministry of Magic, is there any problem with being invited to this trial?"

Well, that's really Draco's style.

Solim also made sure that Draco was still the same old way of dealing with Ron. Using various titles and honorary titles to stimulate this red hair, he can't listen to this the most.

Sure enough, Ron immediately launched his illogical counterattack:

"It's just a few stinky money, and real honor can't be bought with money. "Ron has grown a little bit and is a bit of a talker.

"Oh, did you forget?Weasley?" Draco raised an eyebrow, "Your salary is from our family's money, and if you really care so much about honor, why don't you donate that salary?" "

"How about the name of the selfless Weasley?"

Ron's face was already red enough to fry an egg.