章節 4: Chapter 4: Slytherin
Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, parchment in hand.
"Whoever I call by name, will put on my hat, sit on a stool, and wait for their Sorting in a House," she said, "Hannah Abbott!".
The little girl with two blonde braids stumbled out of line and donned the hat that covered her eyes. She sat down. There was a pause for a moment - "Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.
The people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table.
"Look at the little girl's face, that hat must have smelled bad." Solim leaned over to Hermione behind her, "I'm going to give that hat a 'clean up' before I put it on, so you'd better be behind me Hermione so you don't suffer."
Hermione wanted him to shut up.
"Susan Bones!"
little Miss Bones gave him an aggrieved look as she walked past him.
"Hufflepuff!" Miss Bones quickly took off her sorting hat and ran to the Hufflepuff table without looking back.
"Poor little girl. She's looked so pathetic. "
"Shut up!".
"Terry Boot!".
"Oh! no!".
Poor Mr. Bout was putting on the Sorting Hat when Solim saw his muscles twitching wildly.
"Ravenclaw!".
Mr. Bout took off his sorting hat and wiped his hair, with the other he held the hat and—well... he put it under his nose and sniffed it. Then a strange expression appeared.
"Justin Fenrir!" Professor shouted.
No one went up.
"Justin Finrir, please come here!" Professor McGonagall glanced at the young wizards waiting for the House Sorting.
A figure walked up to Professor McGonagall almost one step at a time, nervously saying something to Professor McGonagall, who hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
Mr. Fenrery took a deep breath of resignation, then ...
"Hufflepuff!".
"I'm sure Justin asked Professor McGonagall to wash his hat for him, but the professor didn't agree," Solim made sure the little wizards around him could hear him, "Maybe Professor McGonagall will agree when you say it, Hermione, if you're ahead of me, you'll have to ask the professor to wash that hat, just to have a good appetite for your opening dinner."
" Mandy Brocklehurst!".
A little witch trembled past Solim's side.
"Good luck, Miss Brocklehurst." Solim smiled and said to the little witch who walked by.
The young wizards who had not yet been sorted watched hopefully as Miss Brocklehurst walked up to Professor McGonagall and said something. Professor McGonagall looked surprised, then frowned, then gestured to the barstool to sit down.
The little witch was forced to put on the Sorting Hat with a pout.
"Ravenclaw!".
"It's useless! They won't wash it at all." A little wizard in front of Solim complained.
"No, if you don't want to go to the opening dinner with thousands of years of oil, dust, and dirt on your body, you'd better ask the professor to wash that hat as much as possible." Solim continued to stir up the emotions of the young wizards.
"Lavender Brown!".
"Come on, Miss Brown, maybe Professor McGonagall will agree." A little wizard cheered on their hopes.
One can be ignored, two can be ignored, and when the third young wizard asks to wash the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall finally pays attention to the situation. But wash the Sorting Hat during the Sorting Ceremony... Oh, Merlin!... This is something that has never happened before. And Miss Brown seemed to be wasting a little too long, she seemed to be pleading with the professor—
"Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall snapped the sorting hat directly on Miss Brown's head. Miss Brown flapped her head against the Sorting Hat as she walked over to the Gryffindor table with a look of frustration.
"Draco Malfoy!" our little dragon grinned as he walked up to Professor McGonagall, pointing to the Sorting Hat and saying something to Professor McGonagall.
"Hehe, it's done." Solim said with a smile, "Looks like I don't need to do anything." "
"How do you know? There were three people up before, and Professor McGonagall didn't agree. "
"This young master, his father is the school director, and his opinion... professor will pay attention to it. Just look. "
Sure enough, Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Dumbledore's desk and said something.
The students of the four houses were all talking to each other, and they had never seen the sorting ceremony interrupted.
After talking to Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall walked to the Sorting Hat with a blank expression, and ... Drew her wand.
"Whoa, whoa, oh,"
"Oh, that's great!".
"Great!".
"We are saved!".
The young wizards without the House Sorting cheered as they looked at the new Sorting Hat. The seniors around them watched all this in amazement, they never thought that such a thing would happen at the sorting ceremony.
The young wizards, who had been divided into four houses, told the seniors and prefects what Solim had just said to them. And these seniors seem to realize how dirty the hat they wore on their heads was when they were sorted out.
"Hermione Granger!".
"Good luck, Hermione." Solim sent his blessing.
"Gryffindor!" Hermione got her wish and got her place in what she thought was the best house.
"Solim Selwyn!" Solim smiled as he walked up and sat down on the barstool.
"Aha! it's you!" the Sorting Hat's voice rang in Solim's head.
"Oh, do you know me?".
"I've known all the 'good deeds' you've done down there from the minds of those little wizards. "
"So?".
"So I want to thank you, you know, I haven't been this clean in a long time. "
"Slytherin, thank you," Solim just said those three words stating what house he wanted to go to.
"Of course, Slytherin is for you. Then ...".
"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat announced loudly.
He took off his sorting hat and bowed to Professor McGonagall, who was looking at him strangely, before walking over to the Slytherin table, where everyone was applauding and welcoming him.
"Welcome, freshman!" the Slytherin prefects said and the Male Prefect stood up to shake Solim's hand and motioned for him to sit next to Draco. Solim noticed a bloodstained ghost sitting on Draco's other side. If I'm not mistaken, he should be The Bloody Baron.
"How's it feeling to be in the spotlight?Draco?".
"If it weren't for that broken hat, I wouldn't have acted on your words." Draco glanced at Solim.
Solim smiled, this big young master was not so stupid - as long as he wasn't fighting with the savior.
"I'll discuss something with you later at dinner," Solim whispered to Draco. Draco glanced at Solim. "Is it a troublesome matter?".
Solim looked at Neville, who had turned red as he returned the Sorting Hat to Professor McGonagall, and smiled, "No, it's not a problem at all, you're the one taking advantage."
"Harry Potter!".
Here's the highlight.
"Which house do you think Potter will be sorted into?" Draco asked.
"Is there anything to guess?" Solim crossed his legs under the table.
"Hmph, let me say, Potter deserves to be with the Slytherins but I don't know why he wants to be with 'that shame of the purebloods' scum." Draco clearly hadn't forgotten what had happened on the train.
"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat loudly announced the results of the Savior's Sorting Order.
The result was a riot at the Gryffindor table - the students celebrated loudly. The Weasley twins shouted, "We've got Potter, we've got Potter." He slapped his face vigorously.
"Look, that's what am I talking about." Solim said to Draco with a smile, "I should have made a bet with you." "
Draco's little face turned pale with anger - though there wasn't much blood on his face in the first place.
"Listen to me, Draco, don't get into a conflict with Potter." Solim tapped on the table to get Draco's attention, who was still staring at Harry, "He's the headmaster's cover, don't do thankless work." "
"You don't have to worry about my business!" Draco turned his head and glared at Solim.
"Whatever you want, I'm just reminding you, after all, don't forget your family ... Hehe, don't trouble your father. "
At this time, a student who had just been sorted into Slytherin sat down across from Solim, "Blaise Zabini." "
"Hello, Solim Selwyn." Solim shook hands with the famous "widow's son".
"Ah, it's finally time to start eating. I'm hungry." The prefect next to Draco saw the headmaster stand up.
Dumbledore looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing the students in one place.
"Welcome!" He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! I would like to say a few words before the banquet begins"
"That is: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!! Thank you and enjoy your meal!" He sat back down. Everyone applauded and cheered.
"Are you saying he's a little crazy?" Draco asked Solim.
Shrugging his shoulders, Solim didn't speak—he was busy dealing with a chicken leg. At this time, the whole auditorium was in chaos, the students told each other about their summer vacation experiences, and the young wizards who had just entered the school were busy dealing with food while listening to the seniors around them introduce the great school.
After eating a chicken leg and finding something to do for his stomach, Solim found Draco, who was busy dealing with the cake. "You know the Slytherin tradition, the one that the other three houses have abolished. "
"You're talking about the year leader system, right? You want to be our first-year Slytherin leader?" Draco squinted at Solim as he gripped the food.
"No, I'm too lazy to be a Leader. What I want is the perk of being a Leader - a single room." Solim smeared a little ketchup on the potato in his hand. "You're here to be the Leader, but the room is mine. "
In Solim's opinion, the benefit of being a Leader of his class is a single room, which is a bit interesting, and everything else is just a scam. What kind of Leader's bathroom, what's the use? There is still a bathroom in the single room. And as a Leader, he will have to hold some responsibilities,
Solim is a troublesome person.
It turned out that when I was in junior high school, I worked as a class representative for a period of time, and I collected my classmate's homework copies every day.
If you can't get all the copies, the teacher is unhappy, and she urges those who haven't handed in their homework to hand it in quickly, Now you being a class rep have to go and force the classmates to hand in their copies, offending the classmates, and at the end of the day, both sides are not pleased.
Since then, Solim has had little interest in this kind of thing that is not proportional to the payout.
"What do you mean?" Draco didn't understand.
"I literally mean what I said, I'll keep the two of us till the end of the brawl, and I'll throw in the towel - you'll be the Leader. But the right to use the room will be mine. It's as simple as that." With that, Solim took a hard bite of the potato dipped in ketchup.
"Is that okay with you, you will really be defeated by me?" Draco wasn't unhappy with Solim's arrangement, as his father had told him something about Solim before he came to Hogwarts, Lucious had told him not to clash with Solim. After all, if you really want to talk about it, the two of them are still relatives.
"What's wrong with that? The Leader can't be chosen unless he has defeated every contender. But the Leader's room is what I really want, and you can just say that you can't get used to living in a single room." Solim blinked. "Well, if you agree, I can help you with ideas on what to do with that Weasley's red hair. "Solim had already figured out that as long as he could make Weasley uncomfortable, Draco would be comfortable.
"Deal. "
Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The auditorium is also quiet. "Oh, now that everyone is fed and watered, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to make a few points to note with you. "
"First-year students should note that the forbidden forest on campus is closed to all students. Some of our old classmates should also remember this. "
Dumbledore's glittering gaze swept toward the Weasley brothers.
"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to do magic in the hallways between classes.
"The Quidditch player review will take place in the second week of the term. If you are interested in joining the house team, please contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
Hearing this, Solim quickly pulled out his wand in his left hand and gave himself a "closed earbud to block the noise" under the table. He watched as the people around him opened their mouths one by one, and Draco next to him covered his ears with his hands and muttered something in his mouth.
The whole place was full of noise. Seeing everyone around him shutting up, Solim unleashed the magic earbuds that were on his ears.
"You should have given one for me, Solim," Draco grumbled.
"Haha, Isn't it just in time?" Solim smiled and followed Draco out of the auditorium as he lined up and led the Slytherin prefect.
The Slytherin and Hufflepuff common rooms of the four houses are underground, except that the Slytherin common rooms are farther away. The kitchen is directly below the Great Hall, and the Hufflepuff Lounge is right next to it, and it is fair to say that the Hufflepuff Badgers are the first to return to the lounge.
Following the Prefect down the gloomy staircase and through the dimly lit hallway, the young wizards came to an empty, wet stone wall behind the Slytherin common room.
"Glory." The prefect gave the command. He led the young wizards into the common room: a long, narrow, low basement. The walls and ceiling of the basement were made of rough stone, and round, greenish lamps were chained and hung from the ceiling.
It has an intricately carved fireplace surrounded by many carved chairs.
"Welcome to the glorious Slytherin, and before you all go to rest, Slytherin has a tradition to complete. That is to elect a first-year Leader, which has been a tradition at Hogwarts since its founding. The other three houses had abandoned this tradition, and only we, and only Slytherin, had kept it. What You're going to do next—" the prefect was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
"All the freshmen stand in the middle, and the last person standing among you will be the first-year Leader and will enjoy the privileges of your year's Leader". Professor Snape floated out of nowhere, holding his wand in one hand and looking at the freshman with a look of annoyance. "Hurry up, my time is precious!".
Solim and Draco stood together.
"Remember your words, Draco." With a flick of his left hand, the wand appeared in Solim's hand.
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章節 5: Chapter 5: Wand in a shape of a Ring?
If there's one of Hogwarts who is both idle and busy, it's our Headmaster Dumbledore. He said that he was idle because he didn't have to give lessons to the students and didn't have to correct the students' homework. He was said to be busy because Dumbledore was not only the headmaster of Hogwarts, but he also had a lot of things to attend to outside of school.
Dumbledore was more of a spiritual symbol, a symbol at Hogwarts. It seems that Hogwarts with Dumbledore is the full Hogwarts. But our headmaster often goes out and leaves everything in the school to the Deputy Headmistress, Professor McGonagall.
And tonight, well, this statement is not very accurate, because it is already early in the morning, and it should be morning. Dumbledore finally had time for his routine inquiries after he had finished his business in the Headmaster's office.
"So, which students need our attention this year?" Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and looked at the Sorting Hat at the top of the bookshelf on his right—the clean Sorting Hat.
"It's the same every year, nothing worth noting. "
"Oh, aren't Harry Potter and that Selwyn kid notable?" Dumbledore pushed his chair away and stood up.
"Nothing worth noting, if anything, that Potter kid doesn't seem to have a good impression of Slytherin, and he kept saying 'Please not Slytherin' during the Sorting House, and it's clear that it's the best place for him." The Sorting Hat twisted disapprovingly on the bookshelf. "As for the Selwyn boy you mentioned, he chose Slytherin himself, but I think Ravenclaw is a better fit for him. And I'm sure the kid had gotten occlumency, though, in front of me, he wasn't using it. "
"Oh, Occlumency? It's not surprising that he had been studying at Sculler for six years before coming to Hogwarts. In order to fight against the Legilimency and the Imperius Curse, the children there will be more or less successful in Occlumency." Dumbledore walked up to his pet, Fawkes, and gently stroked its feathers.
"That's not much to pay attention to, after all, I've seen too many little wizards in a thousand years, gifted, untalented, smart, stupid. I guess it's hard to meet a little wizard who seems to me to be 'noteworthy'." The Sorting Hat stopped moving.
"By the way, I forgot to say it. "
Well, has the Sorting Hat noticed something out of the ordinary?
Dumbledore turned and craned his neck to look at the Sorting Hat.
"For thousands of years, no one in the past school has ever thought of cleaning me." The Sorting Hat shook its tip, "It's still that little wizard's curtesy that I can regain this refreshing feeling, and you'll have to thank him for me."
The Headmaster looked at the motionless Sorting Hat speechlessly.
Dumbledore seemed to sense something and sat back down at the headmaster's desk. Looking at the door and waiting.
The door to the principal's office was pushed open, and a cloud of black floated in and closed the door behind him.
"Ah, Severus, here you are. "
Snape looked at Dumbledore without saying a word - whoever was called up while he was sleeping would be upset. Not to mention that Snape was already unhappy with Dumbledore.
"What is the result of your house's 'traditions' this year?" Dumbledore asked Snape. There is no mud and water in the slightest.
"Lucius's son is the Leader of this year's freshmen." Snape was expressionless.
Dumbledore looked surprised.
'Hmm, that's a little different from what I thought.' Dumbledore thought with a frown.
"But Draco gave up the single room that belonged to the Leader. "Snape was definitely gasping for revenge on Dumbledore for waking him up late at night.
"To the child of the Selwyns?".
Snape nodded, not speaking.
"What about the process?".
"Draco didn't make a move, and the rest were beaten by Selwyn." Snape's body moved, "He didn't say a single incantation the whole time. "
"Silent Spell casting... This was not what I expected." Dumbledore stood up, "I'm sure Solim, this kid can defeat the other little wizards, but the Silent Spell is ... What kind of magic did he use? "
"Impact Spells and Obstacle Spells." Snape saw Dumbledore take the meditation basin from the cupboard.
"What? you want to see my memories again?" said Snape, with an expected sneer on his face.
"I just want to get to know this kid, Severus, I just want to make sure ...".
"What can a child do?" Snape interrupted Dumbledore rudely. "Instead of being suspicious of a little wizard, why not look up someone more suspicious?"
"Professor Quirrell is the professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class hired by the school, Severus." Dumbledore placed the meditation basin on a dedicated shelf.
"Why do you want such an unknown person to be a professor? Headmaster, I've applied so many times and you don't agree, but you agree to an unknown person?" Snape asked Dumbledore as he stepped forward.
"Quirrell is not an unknown source, Severus." Dumbledore looked at Snape. "He also graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "
"You know, I sat next to him at dinner, and he had that air of something that was definitely not a decent person." Snape seemed to have decided to get out of the way.
"I promised you to protect.. Lily's.. son, and you turned a blind eye to the danger that lay ahead!" Snape roared.
"No, I'm not blind to the danger in front of me. Severus, sometimes.. focusing too much on the immediate danger and ignoring the real one is a mistake.." Dumbledore beckoned, motioning for Snape to come over. "...And before we get into the danger, Severus, I want to see. "
Snape took a deep look at Dumbledore, pulled out a memory from his temple with his wand, and threw it into the meditation basin.
"Come on, Severus, let's see." Dumbledore grabbed his arm. Whether Snape agreed or not? Ho Ho Does it matter?
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"Didn't anyone want to do it first? Since you're all so modest, you're welcome." With that, Solim began to wave his wand. There were only three new Slytherin freshmen girls this year, and these three girls were gently pushed out of the circle by Solim with an obstacle charm for the first time.
"Very skilled obstacle charm." Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on Solim. Snape was standing next to him, and it seemed that Snape had been dragged into his own memory by Dumbledore.
At this time, the little wizards finally reacted, and they began to wave their wands to attack Solim, after all, it seems that Solim is very powerful, and let's deal with him first - the rest of the little wizards thought like that.
Solim pulled Draco around a leg-lock charm and flipped his hand with a blast spell that knocked away a young wizard who was about to shoot a spell.
Then he dragged Draco and tripped him with his leg - the eldest young master was stupid enough to pull a few pestles there, and if he was hit, The single room's dream of Solim would be gone, but neither would the Leader position remain.
While Draco was still lying on the ground, Solim used a counter-spell to undo a little wizard's spell and seized the moment, with his left hand holding the staff, slashing from left to right at a rapid pace: an invisible wall pushed all the young wizards out of the circle - except for him and Draco, who had just risen.
"Call it a day!" Solim waved his right hand, which was not holding his wand, as he walked out of the circle. "Don't forget, Draco. "
"Smack!" Snape remembered as if they had been paused—still.
Dumbledore lowered his hand and came to Solim to look at his right hand.
"Severus, do you see this?" Dumbledore asked, pointing to the ring on Solim's right hand.
"A ring," replied Snape honestly, "and I noticed that he was still dressed, well, and had a pair of shoes on his feet." Snape scoffed.
"What does a ring say, it's dangerous?".
Dumbledore ignored Snape's taunt and took a closer look at the ring on Solim's hand. After reading the ring, he looked at the wand that Solim was holding in his left hand.
"Alright, Severus, I think we can go back. "
Headmaster's Room.
Snape looked at Dumbledore with his arms crossed, waiting for him to explain to himself.
"Maybe it was a ring in your eyes, but I knew it was a wand. Severus, a wand." Dumbledore sat back in his chair.
"What does that mean?"
"It wasn't an ordinary wand, I was with—Ah! I mean.. I found it while traveling the world. It was later returned to the family that actually owned it. "
"Selwyn. "
"Yes, Selwyn. "
"Then what is the problem here? that kid is also Selwyn. "
"No, Solim is an illegitimate child, and he is not entitled to the right to a wand from within the family." Dumbledore shook his head as he began to explain to Snape.
Ancient pure-blood families would amass an astonishing fortune over a long period of time.
These riches will be passed down from generation to generation, even if future generations are unfilial, squandering gold gallons, squandering precious potions, and alchemy materials. But something like a wand is almost non-consumable - even if it changes hands several times. There have been too many magical creatures and magical trees that have gone extinct over time, but wands made of them have not. These wands, made of powerful creatures and wood, were far more powerful than the current wands. Only pure-blood families with enough heritage can preserve some ancient wands.
"These pure-blooded families don't give enough to the lineage within the family, why do you think an illegitimate child would get a heritage like this one?" Dumbledore asked Snape. "And the wand he just used was the wand in Garrick's shop, and the kid had two wands on him, Severus, why do you think?".
"I suggest you go and ask him personally." Snape was unmoved.
"In the past, I had recognized the ring and returned it to the family who lost it, and as a thank you, Selwyn donated this mirror to the school." Dumbledore motioned for Snape to look back.
When Snape turned around, he saw a floor-to-ceiling mirror trimmed with gold trim, and after just one glance, Snape couldn't take his eyes off it.
The feelings of remorse and longing seemed to appear only for a moment, and the numbness and apathy returned to Snape's face.
"What is this?" Snape could barely resist looking at the mirror.
"Mirror of Erised." Dumbledore glanced in the mirror but quickly looked away. "Use it to protect the Philosopher's Stone," Dumbledore looked at Snape, "Or do you have any other foolproof plan?".
"There's never a 'foolproof' and if it's okay, I'll go back," Snape said as he didn't want to stay here anymore.
Watching Snape close the door to the Headmaster's room, Dumbledore stood up again and walked to the meditation basin, picked a memory from his wand, and threw it in.
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At this time, Solim had just finished tinkering with his single room, which he was doing all by himself after helping Draco win the Leader title.
Now, the Leader's Lounge looks no longer what it used to be, Solim has made a number of changes to the Leader's Lounge. Throwing away all the decorations he thought were useless, this lounge for him would only be used for sleeping and theoretical magical research.
He would find another place for potion brewing and spell practice, after all, he didn't want his sleeping place to be filled with the strange smell of all kinds of potion materials, and he didn't want to make a mess of the room when he practiced spells.
Anyway, there are a lot of empty classrooms around the Slytherin common room, so it's good to find a place to hide when the time comes.
It was late, but Solim had no intention of resting.
He's leaning against the head of his bed looking at his tome right now. Tomorrow morning, the first session will be the history of magic for sleep, and the second will be spells. The only major classes in Slytherin were Potions, Transfiguration, and Defence Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor, and the others were with Ravenclaw. Truth be told, Solim prefers to deal with Ravenclaw than Gryffindor. In Solim's words, it's easier to deal with people of the same nature, and if you want to deal with Gryffindor, the first thing people will say is, "You evil Slytherin stay away from me." "Or "You are a Slytherin snake, you must have a plot to approach me!" Considering that Solim has a big headache,
Neville has gone to Gryffindor, and he will definitely have no less chance of dealing with Gryffindor in the future.
Solim decided not to think about the bad things for now, and it was imperative for him to find what he was looking for from the book in his hand first.
As mentioned earlier, Solim has a good relationship with his half-sister.
The only thing that could warm Solim in Selwyn's castle was this little sister. Solim had a magical riot when he was four years old - before his two older brothers. Dax and Sabian, one is five years old and the other is six.
Pure-blood wizards look at a wizard's talent mainly to see when the magic riots, and the earlier it is, the higher the talent. The sooner the little wizard with a mana riot, the faster his magic will grow. Of course, the sooner the better, four years old is almost the limit. If you do it earlier, you will most likely become a silent person - this is the death sentence. No one who is silent will live past the age of ten.
Solim was sent to Sculler, a school only open to special wizarding families, soon after the Magical Riot. Let's not mention how Solim was troubled and tortured at that school after he was seven years old. He could only return home once a year, if Solim could even call the Selwyn castle "home".
The eldest brother didn't want to see him, the second brother didn't pay attention to him, and his father could only talk to Solim if he returned from his duties. As for Mrs. Selwyn... Hehe, Solim wanted to get as far away from that woman as possible - he hadn't figured out what Solim's birth mother had ever done.
In the whole castle, only Sylna, the little sister, was closer to him.
After all, the little girl has no one to get close to. Their eldest brother and second brother both made the school a little neurotic, but two extremes - one irritable and the other silent. For a little girl, it isn't easy to communicate with. At this time, Solim, the most normal-looking brother, became the only choice that the little girl could talk to, and Solim really needed to find a psychological sustenance to divert his attention - otherwise, he would sooner or later be like his eldest brother or second brother.
Although Solim finally escaped from Sculler, the sustenance he was looking for just to keep himself alive has truly become the sustenance of his soul over time.
He hopes to find a way to change the fate of his Squib sister.
And that hope is in the book in his hand.
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