1 Chapter 1: Leaving Sculler.

"Haa~ I'm finally on this train,"

Solim said with mixed feelings as he looked at the little wizard hurrying outside the train, "Hogwarts is more comfortable than that deadly school."

"I knew that there would be an accident at Hogwarts every year for the next few years, but it was better than the Heart Drill and Imperius Charms that I had to take once a month in another school."

Solim couldn't help but think back to the bits and pieces of the past eleven years.

According to his grandfather, he had been gouged out of the belly of his mother, who had been struck by the Killing Curse, which caused a great shock in some circles at the time. Solim was still alive at the time, not to mention that the fetus was inside the mother's womb, The baby in the belly should have also died. But Solim understood: the real Solim was dead. And he, in addition to inheriting this body, also inherited a lot of troubles.

Solim Ogelbashir Selwyn was not qualified to use the surname Selwyn in the first place. Solim is said to be an illegitimate child, the child of the current patriarch of House Selwyn and another witch. Until now, Solim had no information other than knowing that his mother was a witch, and everyone he knew had no memory of his mother.

Solim was able to take the surname Selwyn because of his grandfather, an old man who attached great importance to the continuation of the family line.

Truth be told, Solim had no intention of avenging the body's biological mother. But he still has gratitude for it. After all, without her, there would be no Solim now. Not having an idea of revenge doesn't mean that he doesn't want to figure out the ins and outs of the matter, a pregnant woman who is about to give birth is killed, and there is an illegitimate child of the patriarch of a large family in her belly, Solim thinks that even the chair under his ass can figure out who this most motivated killer could be. Solim never thought that such a bloody thing would happen to him.

Solim has two older brothers and a younger sister, both of whom are the children of the legitimate Lady Selwyn. The eldest brother Dax is a young man full of violence, the second brother Sabiantis is a lifeless stuffy, and the youngest sister Syrna can basically be confirmed to be a squib. In pure-blood families, nine-year-old children who haven't had a magical riot are basically Squibs.

It's not for nothing that pure-blood wizards pay attention to the purity of their bloodlines, and Solim has been in contact with the wizarding world for eleven years. He knew how much of an impact the timing of the Magical Riot could have on a wizard's future. Think of Neville in the original book, who hasn't rioted at the age of eight, and his uncle thinks he's a squib and hurriedly throws Neville off the stairs. 

His little sister, who was smart, kind, lovely, and understanding, had the best relationship with Solim among Mrs. Selwyn's children. Look at his eldest brother and second brother, one is a violent maniac who does not agree with each other, and the other is an autism who can't make a fart with three slaps.

However, Solim knew that they could not be blamed for this, after all, the brothers were from the same school before Solim came to Hogwarts. The gifted little kids of a pure-blooded family like theirs would go to that so-called Sculler School within a week of the Magical Riot. Then, starting at the age of seven, he was subjected to the Heart Piercing Curse and the Imperius Curse once a month. Although the people who cast the spell are all unknown to the outside world, the degree of spell casting is the minimum that the young wizards can bear. But think about it, the little wizards over the age of seven in this school have to be tortured twice a month, how can a person with such an experience still be a normal person? And as you get older, the power of the Imperius and Imperius Curses increases, and there is an additional punishment for young wizards who do not break free from the Imperius Curse within the allotted time or do not recover from the torture of the Emperius Curse within the allotted time.

The students of Sculler knew why they were subjected to such torture and knew that it would be good for them to be tortured in such a controlled situation in the school, all in preparation for the future work and career of the students who were qualified to enter the school.

Solim knew it, too, but he didn't want to go through that and didn't want to do that kind of work in the future, not to mention that his so-called "qualifications" were given by his grandfather. He wasn't a descendant of the Selwyns—even though he had the surname Selwyn. That's why Solim had the opportunity and the possibility to leave that school, though he knew that leaving the school would result in losing a lot of magical knowledge that wouldn't be passed on. But compared to Sculler's dark and oppressive atmosphere, Hogwarts is more attractive than the sunny energy. What's more—Solim raised his eyes and glanced at the boxes on the shelves which he had placed there by the levitation charm.

'No one thought me so I learned by myself.'

"So, Solim, I, I..." A little fat man appeared at the door of the cabin, pulling a box that looked heavy at first glance with one hand, and clutching an ugly-looking toad tightly in the other... 

"Come on, Neville, sit down, and put your boxes away." Solim held out a finger and pointed at the shelf, "Also, don't be too nervous, I won't eat you again, relax your hand, or your toad will be pinched to death by you." Solim rolled his eyes, helpless.

It was not surprising that Solim knew Neville, as they were relatives, and Solim's grandmother and the wife of Neville's grandfather's brother were sisters. When Solim knew that the little fat man in front of him was his cousin, he thought that if he really wanted to tie up, he didn't know how many relatives he had in Hogwarts.

As Neville dragged his suitcase into the cabin, Solim saw that ... behind Neville.. something looked like Seaweed. Well, it's the hair, the unkempt brown hair, and a slightly freckled little face.

"Hurry up Neville, there are people behind you." Solim and the little girl standing in the doorway watched Neville cramped, pulling the box in one hand and holding the toad in the other, bewildered.

"So, Solim, can you hold ..." Neville blushed, and finally managed to hold back a sentence, but was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"No, I only touch such a disgusting thing when I'm dealing with potion materials." Solim looked at the toad in Neville's hand with disgust, "But I can help you put your luggage." 

"Oh my God, how did you do that?" the little girl standing in the doorway stared at Solim's right hand, which was not holding a wand, with a look of disbelief, and then at the boxes that were already on the shelves. "The levitation charm, I've seen it in books, but I didn't expect a little wizard to do it without a wand." The freckled girl made a fuss.

"Do you need me to help you? Miss? and Neville, the boxes are all up, what are you doing there like a wooden pestle? Sit down and don't block the way." Solim looked at Neville, who had just been hit on the head, and turned his head to help the little girl put the luggage away.

"Alright, sit down, Miss Fuss, won't you introduce yourself?" waved his hand to close the cabin door, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Solim Selwyn, and sitting next to you is Neville Longbottom." Solim lifted his chin to signal that it was her turn.

"I'm not Miss Fuss, my name is Hermione Granger." The little girl wrinkled her nose, dissatisfied with Solim calling herself a fuss Miss.

Hermione Granger, it's not too hard to guess, is it?

"Well, I apologize," Solim said insincerely.

"But how did you do that? The book says that casting spells without a wand is a very advanced skill."

Hermione is Hermione, and the way she speaks is "Hermione".

"Magic and time." Solim opened a tome that had been placed on the table. He wanted to read the book for a while, and then talk to Neville after the train had been going for a while.

"What?" Hermione clearly didn't understand what Solim was saying.

"Plenty of magic and a lot of practice time that varies from person to person." Solim continued to flip through the book, "By the way, Neville, I'll talk to you later." "

"Huh, what?" Neville was visibly deserting, startled at Solim calling his name.

Solim rolled his eyes at Neville's appearance.

Neville is a good boy, there's no doubt about that. He was only a little cowardly because of what happened to his parents and the tremendous pressure exerted by his grandmother, but when he overcame these shackles that shackled him, the courage buried deep in his heart would rush out. Solim decided to help him, and Solim really liked this dumb little man.

"Well..." Hermione hesitated, "Is there anything you want to talk that is inconvenient for me to hear?" Hermione thought it was inconvenient for her to hear Solim say that he was going to talk to Neville later. "Then I can go out for a walk. "

"You're thinking too much, Miss Granger." Solim, who was reading with his head down, raised his eyelids and glanced at Hermione, "I didn't mean to avoid you while talking to Neville later, but I don't like to be interrupted when I'm talking." Solim paused, raised his head and closed his book, his eyes looking through the glass into the hallway, "Because a young master who has been spoiled by the family will come to this cabin soon, I have to send him away first." "

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the box was opened. There were only three people outside, but it gave people the feeling that the corridor outside was blocked.

"Ah, Solim, good to see you, Ah! this Navelle..." A small pale face with pale blonde hair appeared at the door of the box.

"Draco." Solim sat in his seat and looked at the little boy in the doorway, warning in his eyes.

Hermione looked at the three people who were almost blocking the corridor outside the door, and immediately understood that this was what Solim said about "the eldest young master who was spoiled by the family".

"Okay, okay," Draco clearly read the warning in Solim's eyes, "I'm going to find Potter, are you coming?".

"No I'm not, you shouldn't go as well and you don't have to search for him," Solim glanced at Draco again, then opened the book he had just closed and continued, "Potter and the red-haired one are in a cabin, you can see them as you go forward, and according to your personality, you will definitely quarrel with them, so it's still ...."

"Red-hair?! Weasley?! What is he doing with him!? Lets go"

There were three fewer people, and the light in the hallway was bright again.

"Uh, so that was ..." Hermione stood up to close the door.

"That's right, Draco Malfoy, a spoiled young master. As for the other two... Well, you don't need to know them," Solim stopped Hermione from closing the door, "don't close the door yet, we'll have to open it again later." Solim shrugged.

"By the way, he didn't bully you anymore, right, Neville?" Solim propped his chin on one hand and continued to read.

"No, no." Neville grabbed his toad with one hand and his clothes with the other. It looks like an air pack.

"Didn't I tell you, you still want to get into Gryffindor? Hufflepuff is pretty much the same. "

"Gryffindor, I know, that's the best house." Hermione was excited when she heard Gryffindor. Originally, she heard Draco say that Harry Potter wanted to talk about this.

"There is no such thing as the best, only the most suitable house." Solim decided to enlighten Neville, who was the best bag in the eyes of the bullying bear kids.

"But Dumbledore is Gryffindor's, and he is the greatest wizard of all." Miss Fuss was immediately unconvinced.

"Well, Miss 'I don't know where to hear it and believe it'," Solim changed his gaze to Hermione, "Headmaster Dumbledore aside, how much do you know about Hogwarts? The teachers who teach Potions, Herbs, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts are the same for all four houses, and how much you can learn and how much you can achieve depends on the individual, not the house. "

Originally, the educational resources are the same, and what you learn depends entirely on your talent and hard work. This is not like the school of Solim's original world, which is divided into elite classes and ordinary classes. The elite class has elite teachers, and the ordinary class has ordinary teachers, so it is understandable that you say this is good and that is not good when the educational resources are tilted. Hogwarts doesn't have things like that, and if you tell me that this house is the best, isn't that talking nonsense?

Hermione bit her lip and tried to refute, but didn't know how. In the end, a thousand words came together into one sentence: "I said my name is Hermione Granger, you! don't mess with my name anymore!" 

At this time, not far from the corridor, there was a noisy voice from the eldest young master.

"Damn it, damn Potter, damn Weasley, I'm going to tell my dad. "

Solim rolled his eyes and looked at Draco who was standing in the doorway, it seemed that it was right not to close the door just now, otherwise, Draco might have broken the door in anger, although it could be repaired, but how troublesome it was.

"Merlin! Solim, you don't know what just happened, that Potter he ...."

"Okay, okay, I just told you, there's no need to go." Solim quickly interrupted the eldest young master's rambling, he still had something to do. "You should go back to your cabin now to calm down. If you want to clean up Weasley, you have a chance when you go to school. "

"Whew... Whew, yes, you're right, it's not worth getting angry with a Weasley. Hey you two, come with me." With two henchmen who had no presence from start to finish, Draco came out of Solim's cabin and took a breath before staggering back to his own cabin.

"Finally it's clean" Solim slammed the door shut, pulled out his wand in his left hand, lowered the curtain on the door, added a lock charm, and looked at Neville after making sure the cabin was tightly covered.

"Now, Neville, let's talk. "

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