Chapter 857

If it was Dumbledore, he would agree with Solim, who knew Solim better than Hermione. Although Hermione knew Solim well, there was a level difference between her understanding and Dumbledore's, so she didn't believe Solim's words.

This can't be blamed on Hermione, she had heard a lot of talk about Solim before she came over, mainly some older men and old ladies, although these wizards supported Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, most of them were pure-bloods, at least three generations or more wizarding families. This kind of conversation between "insiders" is often unscrupulous, and Hermione just listens to it.

Roughly speaking, these old men and ladies felt that a wizard like Solim, who was born in Selwyn, would sooner or later go down the path of the dark arts, even if he went to Hogwarts. Although they were chewing on the root of their tongues, these old guys were absolutely right, and Solim was indeed exposed to the dark arts.

These words made Hermione, who was eavesdropping on the sidelines at the time, a little nervous, she had a superficial understanding of dark magic, and in her usual impression, black magic was a "taboo that should not be touched", and any wizard who learned and mastered dark magic was not a good person - this sentence certainly could not be miscalculated, at least in Hermione's perception. Look at the wizards she knew of who had access to the dark arts: Voldemort, Death Eaters, which one wasn't saddled with murder, which one wasn't bloody? Hermione couldn't imagine Solim like that, and she didn't want him to be like that.

"Would you ......" Hermione raised her chin as if determined to ask the question, "will you go into the dark arts?"

Hermione's attitude was strange, like a question after grasping some facts, rather than just asking. This made Solim a little puzzled, it had not been even two weeks since he officially started to contact the dark arts, how could this girl be sure that she would be exposed to the dark arts?

"Why do you ask?" Solim's eyes swept over the table and chair not far away, trying to find someone suspicious.

"I heard...... Some people are talking about you. They say you're definitely going to ...... Exposure to black magic. "

Hermione had intended to use the phrase "learn and use the dark arts", but after a stumble, she changed to a more euphemistic one, but Solim already understood what she meant.

"Understood. Solim nodded expressionlessly, "So when someone says it, you think I'm going to get into the dark arts, and then try to stop me?"

"No, I'm not saying you're in contact with the dark arts, but ......"

"Worried I'm going to get into the dark arts in the future?" Solim chuckled inwardly, I've been in contact for almost two weeks. However, Solim didn't plan to tell Hermione about it, and it wasn't a heinous crime to be exposed to the Dark Arts, but the long-standing negative perception of the Dark Arts made Solim decide to hide it from Hermione, otherwise she would have to scream.

"Since you're so worried about the dark arts, what about your next semester's classes?" Solim deftly steered the conversation.

"Next semester, do you mean Defence Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Of course, sixth year is just a fill of theoretical knowledge, and seventh year is the one who really starts to get into the dark arts—the kind with spells. The forbidden section of the Hogwarts library is for this, and when our Headmaster asks you to learn a simple black magic and then crack it, will you learn it?"

Snape was a keen collector of the Dark Arts, and as long as Dumbledore didn't change his position, he would do just that: let the students learn a simple, easy-to-learn Dark Arts and then crack it with each other. In such a situation, exposure to and learning of the dark arts is inevitable - albeit only in the most superficial and not even the most "black magic".

Hermione was momentarily speechless, in her mind, the dark arts were bad and evil—even though Solim had tried to correct her in her lower grades, but with little success. But if learning the Dark Arts is part of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts...... This made Hermione a little unsure of what to do. Because the teaching content of Hogwarts is agreed by Dumbledore, the headmaster, since Dumbledore agrees, he seems to have no reason to object.

"But that's to learn to crack the dark arts, not to learn the dark arts—"

"Then why do you think I'm here to learn the Dark Arts and not to crack it?" Solim smiled, "I'll be careful. "

"I seem to hear something interesting. "

A voice that was familiar to Solim interjected very abruptly. Restrained from moving his right hand, Solim turned around to find a hooded man standing behind him and Hermione.

"Are you?" Hermione was a little strange, she didn't seem to have seen this person in this area.

Removing his hood, the visitor revealed a face that stunned Solim.

"It's you!" Without hesitation, Solim shook his right hand, and bone spurs appeared directly in his right hand.

"Don't be nervous – at least not yet. The pale-faced man smiled and said, "I won't do it - before I get the order." "

"Solim, is he?" Hermione was also a little nervous, and the person who could make Solim pull out his wand directly knew that it wasn't a good kind.

"Christopher, a ......"

Solim was about to talk about the Death Eaters, but Christopher preempted him:

"A Selwyn. "

"You're going to attack here?" Solim's eyes didn't dare to take off Christopher's body, and he could only look around with his peripheral vision, and he didn't seem to find anything wrong, only some people who knew Solim noticed that something seemed to be wrong here.

Just as Sirius and Lupin were about to come and take a look, a wizard appeared in the middle of the field with the characteristic explosion of the apparition.

"Edoas, what's going on?" Moody's magic eye slid and turned, as if searching for potential threats around it. But he, like Solim, didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"They're coming!" shouted Edoas at the top of his voice, "Get out of here!"

Time stood still, and even the wind disappeared. People just froze there, as if they were thinking about the meaning of the sentence, or they couldn't believe the message it scarried.

"Let's go!" Moody was the first to react, shouting at the top of his voice: "Take the children away!"

Moody's shouts broke the silence of the venue, and the surrounding guests began to flee in a panic as if they had just woken up from a dream, and in a series of apparition explosions, a small half of the audience disappeared directly. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Your target is Harry?" Solim ignored the movement behind him, his eyes still fixed on Christopher's body, not daring to relax in the slightest.

"Their target is Harry. The wizard, also surnamed Selwyn, said unhurriedly, "My target—of course you." "。