Ch 201-202-203-204-205
The dispersion of the Slytherin team reduced the pressure on Ivan every time he scored a goal. He only needed to throw off a chaser who was responsible for containing him and break through the goalkeeper's defense to score.
After a period of hard training, it is not too difficult for Ivan, whose flying skills are close to level 5.
What's more, when training yesterday, Fred surreptitiously let him stretch the score as much as possible.
Just in case, Ivan started the experience card mode not long after he expended academic points.
He deceived the goalkeeper with a fake action, and Ivan was about to score again, but unexpectedly noticed Angelina who was in a bad state.
At this moment, she was being squeezed in between two Slytherin batsmen, and Ivan knew at a glance that it was exactly the tactic he had encountered on the training ground some time ago.
It's just that with his superior flying skills, the two Slytherins who chased him suffered a lot, but Angelina obviously couldn't reach that level of flying...
Seeing that Angelina was about to be injured, Ivan had a thought to calculate where the ball would fall, and after a sprint, the bat swung on the ghost ball.
The Guifei ball that was hit by a huge force was spinning in mid-air, and flew towards the ball frame not far away.
The Slytherin goalkeeper couldn't get back the help, and he felt bitter. He lost three consecutive goals in less than ten minutes. He felt that after the game, Captain Marcus was probably going to scold him to death.
But what surprised him was that Ivan's hitting technique seemed to have failed this time. The fast-flying ghost ball hit the railing of the ball box and then bounced off.
Not only him, but Jordan as a commentator off the court was also very surprised.
Jordan was already ready to cheer for Ivan's goal again, but now he can only swallow it forcibly, which is a pity.
"Hals is only so close to scoring another goal, but when anyone makes a mistake, I think Hals is no exception..."
After Jordan defended Ivan with a few sentences, he turned his eyes to Angelina who was entangled by two Slytherin chasers, and said angrily.
"We can see the despicable Slytherin trying to knock Angelina off. How can you treat a lady like this? This is extremely bad behavior!
Wait... what did I see! That was Guifeiqiu, Guifeiqiu saved Angelina! Hals is awesome! He made no mistakes at all! "
Jordan could not bear the excitement in his heart, and shouted directly!
After all, the situation just now was not what he expected.
A moment ago Angelina looked precarious under two Slytherins, but one of her Slytherins that surrounded her was hit by a ghost flying ball from the frame...
Angelina was also able to get rid of the entanglement smoothly...
Is it luck?
Jordan doesn't believe that there is such a coincidence. There is only one possibility. Ivan Hals was planning to rescue his teammates from the very beginning, so he played the ball on purpose!
Shh~
A sharp whistle sounded behind Jordan.
It was Ms. Hodge who blew the whistle to warn that it is a foul to hit someone with a ghost ball!
Jordan changed his speech as quickly as possible, and said quickly.
"Those just now are just my guesses. Just listen to it. In fact, the real reason is an accident. Hals didn't foul the rules. It was just an accident!"
Nearby, there was a blast of boos and abuse from the Slytherin seats, and some people even threw two big dung eggs on the stage. Fortunately, Jordan dodged in time, otherwise he would be recruited.
Ms. Hodge glared at Jordan fiercely, and asked him to explain, don't always think about favoring your own academy.
However, since Ivan did not directly hit people with the ghost fly ball, it is not a violation in theory, so Ms. Hodge just blew a whistle and was not judged as a foul.
"Ivan, thank you just now!" Angelina flew to Ivan's side after successfully breaking through, patted her chest, and said gratefully.
She almost thought she was about to be forced to fall off the broom by the two Slytherins.
Ivan nodded casually, and then took Angelina to continue the game.
According to the tactics agreed before the game, Ivan is responsible for grabbing and hitting the ball, while Angelina is the goalkeeper to contain the opponent, or to stop the Slytherin players who are trying to make trouble.
With the cooperation of the two, the Slytherin goalkeeper was struggling to deal with it, and even used a double "8" ring to fly, defending back and forth quickly around the three goal hoops.
Even so, the scores of the two sides are still continuing to expand...
Harry was in some trouble at this time.
The Slytherins, who consciously couldn't stop Ivan's goal, could only make a desperate move. Before the gap was widened to 150 points, they kicked Gryffindor's Seeker Harry off the field and allowed Malfoy to catch the Golden Snitch. .
This can be said to be their only chance to win!
So after the failure to snipe Angelina, all the Slytherin team's energy was put on dealing with Harry.
Fortunately, Harry's flying skills are superb, and the broom he is riding is only one generation behind the smooth wheel 2001, and his speed is not much different.
Coupled with George being by his side, Harry's situation was thrilling, but it didn't hurt for a while.
The two unwilling Slytherin batsmen combined their efforts to hit the roaming ball, trying to use the high-speed roaming ball to knock Harry off the broom.
It was a pity that Harry leaned down and hung on the broom in time, and dodged the fatal shot sideways in a thrilling manner.
The off-court commentator, Jordan, was about to applaud Harry's action, but saw the wandering ball making a 180-degree bend in the air and hitting Harry's head.
"Harry, be careful!" George, who had been reminded by Ivan before, quickly reacted and played his role as a batsman, intercepting the ball that flew to Harry halfway.
Harry was in shock for a while, but before he had time to thank George, he saw the flying ball entangled himself again.
George, who was already a little alert, immediately noticed that this roaming ball was wrong ~www.mtlnovel.com~Dang even applied for a suspension of the game.
"No! Don't stop, hold on for a while, I see the Snitch!" At this moment, Harry shouted loudly.
What happened on the court quickly attracted Ivan's attention. He turned his head and saw Harry who was being chased by a walker.
Not far in front of Harry, Ivan's sharp-eyed faintly saw a golden ball looming.
On the side George tried very hard to expel the roaming ball, but with little success.
Not too far away, Ivan quickly predicted the flight trajectory of the wandering ball, and then shot the ghost flying ball in front of him.
It's not possible to hit people directly with the ball, so he doesn't foul playing with the ball?
Over the Quidditch field, under the attention of everyone,
Harry dodges the wandering ball that hit him in a thrilling roll position, then leaned out hard trying to catch the golden snitch close at hand.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Harry muttered to himself, and at the same time increased the speed of the light wheel 2000 to the extreme, his fingers could even feel the wind caused by the golden thief waving his wings.
Victory is here...
However, at this time, the ghost fly ball that had just evaded attacked again, and it was already close to him in an instant.
Catch the ball or dodge?
In just one second, Harry's mind had already fought countless times between heaven and man, and his body continued to remind him to avoid danger, but the desire to catch the Snitch had the upper hand.
Because Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker, had already caught up, at this time, the recognition was undoubtedly giving way to the Golden Snitch.
Just as Harry was preparing to resist a wandering ball attack and grabbing the Snitch.
A galloping black figure suddenly broke into Harry's line of sight, slammed into the wandering ball that was attacking him, and knocked the wandering ball to the side.
Surprised, Harry caught the Snitch in his hand, and there was a warm cheer on the Quidditch court.
Harry smiled and turned his head to thank Ivan. He had already seen clearly that the shadow that had saved himself was actually a ghost ball.
In his impression, only Ivan has such amazing ball control skills.
But when Harry turned his head, what he saw was the wandering ball that had just been knocked away. Even the ghost ball ran into him out of control.
The next moment, Harry felt a heavy blow to his shoulder and waist, and his body fell off the broom like a broken kite.
The cheers on the Quidditch field stopped abruptly.
Ivan, who was not too far away, rushed up on a broomstick for the first time and caught Harry so as not to let him fall directly to the ground.
Landing on the court, Ivan looked at Harry, who was holding his shoulders with an expression of pain, with a helpless expression.
He thought he would get the diary in advance, and prevented the secret room from being opened, and Dobby would stop a bit.
Unexpectedly, the opponent still shot, and even controlled the ghost fly ball he hit in the past, Ivan had to admit that Dobby's "care" for Harry exceeded his imagination.
Not long after Ivan landed with Harry, Wood and the others immediately surrounded him with concern.
A large number of Gryffindor little wizards also left the academy seats and ran to the arena.
Ms. Huo Qi descended from the sky on a broomstick. She was holding the wandering ball and the ghost flying ball that just got out of control in her hands, her face was very gloomy.
"Mrs. Hooch, it must be someone from Slytherin, who secretly applied magic on the wandering ball and ghost fly ball. They must want to use this despicable method to win the game!" George said angrily.
"Nonsense! We wouldn't do this kind of thing!" Slytherin captain Marcus retorted.
"I think it's Potter's bad luck recently..." Malfoy said in a strange tone.
A group of Gryffindor little lions, looking at Malfoy's gloating appearance, were tickled with anger, and at the same time they were even more sure that these Slytherins were doing the trick.
"Well, don't make any noise!" Ms. Huo Qi watched the smell of gunpowder on both sides get stronger and stronger, and hurriedly stopped.
"In short, I will truthfully respond to your dean and Principal Dumbledore on this matter, let them decide!"
Ms. Hooch's gaze stopped for a moment on Marcus.
I have to say that when Wandering Ball and Guifei Ball got out of control one after another, even she almost thought it was Marcus who had made a ghost.
After all, if Harry, the seeker, is smashed off the field, the Slytherin team will make the most profit!
It's just that Hooch knows that the average little wizard can't put such a powerful confusing spell on the wandering ball, let alone controlling the ghost flying ball and hitting Harry together.
"Mrs. Hooch, I think the best thing we should do now is to send Harry to the school hospital!" Ivan couldn't help but interrupted.
"Oh, yes!" Ms. Huo Qi then paid attention to Harry who was lying on the ground with an expression of pain. When she noticed that he seemed to be fainting, she said hurriedly. "I will send Potter to the school hospital as quickly as possible."
"Get out.. Get out. Could you please let the most professional people in? I'll treat Harry. You delay a while, and he will suffer more..." At this time, among the crowd, Lockhart's hearty voice resounded.
The dizzy Harry heard this sound and his spirits shook suddenly. He held Ms. Hooch with his left hand that was still intact, and said in a hurry. "Quickly, Mrs. Hooch, take me to the school hospital!"
Ms. Hooch's expression was a little weird, but she nodded her head, suspended Harry with a Levitating Charm, and then took him to the castle on a broom.
"Where's Potter?" Lockhart finally squeezed out of the crowd, but he didn't see Harry, which was strange.
"Ms. Huo Qi sent him to the school hospital, Professor!" Ivan pointed to the two who had flown far away.
"That's really a shame, you know I have mastered some healing magic when I was traveling, and it only takes a second to make Potter heal!" Lockhart said disappointedly. He felt that he had lost one. Opportunity to express yourself.
However, the hundreds of little wizards on the field did not pay attention to him, but faintly divided into two camps, casting hostile glances at each other.
Previously, because of the pressure of Ms. Hooch, the Gryffindor cubs were angry at Slytherin's hands and feet in the game, but did not dare to do it at will, but now it is different.
On the other hand, the Slytherin students just lost the game and were slandered by their opponents, just as angry.
The smell of gunpowder on the field is getting stronger...
Only Ivan is very clear that the person controlling the walking ball is Dobby the house elf. He just suffers from the lack of evidence and can't explain where he got this information...
"What do you all want to do?" Lockhart keenly noticed that the situation was a little bad~www.mtlnovel.com~ and stepped back faintly.
Lockhart's words were like a fuse, instantly detonating the audience, and for a while, colorful magic lights flickered on the Quidditch arena.
"Except for your weapons!"
"The tongue seals the throat!"
"Faint!"
...
"Stop! Stop it!" The court suddenly became extremely chaotic, Lockhart tried hard to maintain order, but unfortunately no one would listen to him.
Even the scene became more chaotic...
"Stop! You guys don't stop, I'll have to do it!" Lockhart felt his face was badly damaged, and after being nearly hit by a curse that flew from nowhere, he waved his wand and shouted.
"Immobulus"
Lockhart tried to use the fixation spell to restore his dignity as a professor,
It's a pity that things went counterproductive. After shouting the spell loudly, Lockhart only saw beautiful fireworks ejected from the top of his wand.
Then... there is no then...
Lockhart was about to say something to hide his embarrassment, when a round irregular object hit the back of his head, exploded suddenly, and the viscous liquid poured down his head.
A foul smell almost didn't faint Lockhart's.
"Who?" Lockhart turned around, angrily about to see that the **** had lost it, but saw more dung eggs flying towards him.
Lockhart once again held a fluke in his heart and released an obstacle curse, trying to block these big dung eggs.
However, his curse went wild again, turning into a powerful blasting curse, causing all the big dung eggs flying in the air to explode, and the smelly yellow liquid rained down from the sky...
Lockhart quickly took off his jacket and covered his head, fleeing the battlefield as quickly as possible, so as not to be affected.
However, on the way to escape, Lockhart also saw Ivan standing in the middle of the battlefield, with several magics, but standing still, and even able to counterattack again and again.
Especially the gleaming ring on Ivan's right hand attracted Lockhart's attention...
"All petrification! Armor protection!" Ivan didn't know that Lockhart was watching him, waved his wand and petrified a Slytherin that was casting spells on him, and quickly blessed himself with armor protection.
After his protection ring has resisted multiple spells in a row, it is temporarily unusable...
Ivan saw this unprecedented college melee and didn't know how to stop it for a while.
The fights of a group of little wizards were already messy enough, and the joke toy goods Fred sold out immediately made the entire venue smug.
I don't know who lit a few booming fireworks and threw them out, and the fireworks and explosions of sparks everywhere set off a wave of chaos.
Seeing the conflict intensified, several senior little wizards even began to brew a lethal spell.
The chaos escalated again, causing irreversible consequences. In desperation, Ivan had to come to a large-scale clearing.
Mending the iron armor curse on his body with magic power, Ivan rushed straight into the Slytherin camp like a tiger into a pack of wolves.
In the next moment, Ivan activated the magic ring on his left wrist.
A huge wave of magic power spread from Ivan's body to all directions...
The large number of spells that were struck towards Ivan were already wiped out before they got close, and a dozen Slytherin wizards were lifted off on the spot...
This is the result of Ivan's control of the power,
After Ivan's full shot, the Gryffindor wizard who had the upper hand instantly overwhelmed his opponent. In just two minutes, no Slytherin standing on the court could be seen again.
While George and the others were celebrating the victory, Professor McGonagall's suppressed anger sounded behind them.
"Who can tell me what is going on here?"
McGonagall, who rushed over after receiving the news, saw the colorful spell light before entering the stadium, and when he got closer, he realized that the matter was more serious than he thought.
There was a wailing little Slytherin wizard lying on the ground, most of them were cursed, and some of the unlucky ones were smashed in the face by a big dung egg and fainted.
Professor McGonagall trembled with anger, waved his magic wand to relieve the various spells of the Slytherins, then turned his head to look at the trembling Wood and others, especially stopping on Ivan's body.
In McGonagall's opinion, there are actually more Slytherins on the court than Gryffindor, but they were beaten like this. It was obvious that Ivan did it.
"Professor McGonagall, it's like this..." Ivan took a step forward and didn't mean to hide it. I'll talk about Harry being attacked on the court just now, and what everyone suspected was Slytherin's secret manipulation.
After all, there are so many people here, there is no way to hide it, so it's better to tell the truth directly.
After explaining the cause, Ivan paused, then continued.
"In short, because everyone has some conflicts, I am worried that someone can't control the power of the spell and cause casualties, so I took action to stop the chaos..."
Is this your way to stop chaos? Professor McGonagall looked at the Slytherins who had just risen from the ground, his mind a little confused.
Ivan nodded obediently, and knocked all the enemies down, wouldn't it be enough?
Professor McGonagall glared at him fiercely, then looked at Wood and the others, and rebuked.
"You really disappointed me. Since I coached, Hogwarts has never happened to such a bad thing!"
"Because you are fighting on the court, Gryffindor will be deducted two hundred points!" Professor McGonagall said coldly.
Two hundred points... This is too cruel!
Gryffindor doesn't have two hundred points to deduct...
Ivan was suddenly speechless, and George retorted eagerly. "Professor, it was those Slytherins who did the first thing in the Quidditch arena!"
"Enough!" Professor McGonagall interrupted aloud.
"Ms. Hodge had already mentioned this to me when she notified me.
She clearly told me that a powerful confusing spell was cast on the walking ball. As far as I know, there is no such thing in the school...only a few little wizards can do it! "
Professor McGonagall wanted to say something more absolute, but when he glanced over Ivan, he changed his words in time.
If Ivan could confuse the spell, and his level of polymorphism is as high, he can put the corresponding spell on the wandering ball.
But Ivan is from Gryffindor College ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and has a good relationship with Harry. It is obviously impossible to do so.
"Where is your Professor Lockhart?" McGonagall looked around as if suddenly thinking of something.
If she remembers correctly, Hodge said Lockhart was also on the court today... why didn't he prevent such a bad thing from happening.
"Professor Lockhart is over there." Ivan reluctantly pointed to the lawn on the right.
Professor McGonagall followed his direction and looked over, but saw Lockhart lying down on the lawn, covering his head with his gorgeous coat, seeming to faint.
In fact, Lockhart was just pretending to be dizzy, because he hadn't figured out how to explain why he was unable to stop the dispute between the two colleges.
When he thinks about it, he will wake up...
Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart who had passed out, disappointed.
Although she usually thinks Lockhart is a vain and mediocre liar, she never thought that Lockhart, as a professor, could not even control a group of little wizards.
Professor McGonagall sighed and waved his magic wand to summon a basin of water to pour on Lockhart's face, trying to wake him up, but Lockhart remained motionless, no reaction at all...
, Ivan, who was watching from the side, had a strange expression on his face, and he had some speculations vaguely.
Professor McGonagall's face even darkened, but he didn't say anything. He directly lifted some of the little wizards injured in the melee with the Levitating Charm, and prepared to send them to the school hospital together.
But because there are too many people injured, Professor McGonagall turned his head and said to Ivan.
"You come and take the rest, and Professor Lockhart!"
Ivan nodded and used the Levitation Charm synchronously to transport the rest of the people away.
"As for you!" Before leaving, McGonagall looked at the little wizards in Gryffindor, pointed to the messed up ground around him, and said again.
"I will give you an hour to clean up everything here! And never use cleaning magic!"
Wood and the others were already anxious because of the deduction. Now they heard that such a large stadium would be cleaned up within an hour, and they couldn't use magic, so they wailed.
George and Fred are about to collapse.
They are very clear that the big dung eggs they made are not only unpleasant, but also difficult to remove. It is not clean at all in such a short period of time.
But Professor McGonagall doesn't care about this. If she doesn't see a clean court when she comes back, then it won't be just such a simple punishment.
The little snakes at Slytherin College are not doing well either, because McGonagall orders them equally to stay and clean.
As for how many college points will be deducted for Slytherin's gathering to fight this time, it will be up to their Dean Snape to decide...
Ivan was somewhat fortunate, because he didn't have to stay to clean up the big dung eggs, but could follow Professor McGonagall to transport injured students who were inconvenient to move to the school hospital.
In the school hospital, Mrs. Pomfrey had just placed a patient. When she turned her head, she saw Lockhart floating in front with seven or eight little wizards carried by Ivan and McGonagall with a floating spell. It is very conspicuous.
"Oh my god, what the **** is going on? Has there been an attack on the campus? Even Professor Lockhart was injured?" Madam Pomfrey hurriedly greeted me and directed Ivan to put the patient on the free bed. .
"No, it's just a group of students watching football. As for Professor Lockhart, he may just be tired and want to rest." Professor McGonagall shook his head.
Ms. Pomfrey, who is good at treatment, naturally quickly noticed that Lockhart was pretending to be dizzy, and immediately glanced at Lockhart who was lying on the hospital bed with contempt.
turned to examine the wounds of a few little wizards and found that they were all skin injuries, which could be treated with a simple healing spell, and Madam Pomfrey was relieved immediately.
"Mrs. Pomfrey, where's Harry?" Ivan asked aloud.
"I have dealt with Potter's injury almost, but he is still in a coma, I think he should be able to wake up after half a day of sleep." Madam Pomfrey gently explained, and then dealt with the other people's injuries. .
Professor McGonagall didn't stay too much. After sending the little wizards with disabilities to the school hospital, he turned and left without even calling Ivan.
She might think that Ivan wants to be with friends here...
Ivan walked to Harry's hospital bed and looked at Harry, who was still unconscious, and felt that Dobby was really cruel.
If the wandering ball and the ghost fly ball that ran away at that time were a little bit off, they might just hit the head directly.
But as a house elf, Dobby can freely use magic similar to Apparition in Hogwarts. It is not easy to catch it.
Let Dumbledore worry about it...
Ivan shook his head, thinking that after the attack, Dumbledore would definitely talk to Harry. Then the old principal would know that there is a house elf doing things in the school, and he doesn't need to worry about him.
Just as Ivan was about to leave, Lockhart, who was lying on the hospital bed next to him, "woke up" with his head leisurely.
"What's wrong with me? How come I am in the school hospital? Hals, can you tell me what happened just now?" Lockhart asked blankly.
Ivan paused, watching the performance of the other side quietly,
However, Ivan didn't expect Lockhart to "wake up" at this time, wondering about the reason in his heart, and replying freely on his lips.
"Professor Lockhart, you should have been knocked out on the court."
"Is that so?" Lockhart had a suddenly realized expression, but he kept staring at the ring and bracelet in Ivan's hand, and asked inadvertently.
"I just saw you in the Quidditch arena. You released the Iron Armor Curse without casting a spell. Is it because you have any magic items in your hand?"
Ivan looked at Lockhart playfully, knowing what the other party had done for him, and said straightforwardly.
"Yes, these magic props are made by me using a lot of precious materials. For example, this protective ring only needs to input magic power to instantly cast a kind of magic similar to the iron armor curse..."
Ivan talked about the effects of the protective ring to Lockhart, UU reading www.uukānshu. com
Lockhart's heart was moved. This time, the chaos in the Quidditch stadium made him lose face.
Lockhart urgently needs to do something to restore his reputation. For example, show off your "excellent" strength in public...
But Lockhart still has some self-awareness, knowing that he has focused on gaining fame and glory over the years, and has abandoned the practice of magic.
So much so that when I needed magic, I realized that I could make mistakes and runaways even when releasing a few simple spells.
Such a level, let alone proves the strength, it is hard not to make a fool of yourself.
So before on the Quidditch pitch, Lockhart had some ideas after seeing Ivan using magic props to show off.
"How about? Professor, do you want to buy a protective ring? I can help you make a luxurious gold version..." Ivan said seductively.
In Ivan's mind, Lockhart is the local tyrant among the local tyrants.
Apart from anything else, just this time when he took up the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor, Lockhart forced all his students to sell the best-selling books, and he could earn tens of thousands of gold gallons...
This ability to plunder money is simply exploding!
In addition to this thing, can you make other offensive magic items? Lockhart couldn't help but asked.
But then Lockhart realized that he was not too reserved, so he coughed slightly, and continued to speak as the conversation changed.
"Of course... I couldn't use these gadgets because of my ability.
Before coming to school, I used to fight a powerful black wizard to protect a group of horsemen.
Although I finally defeated him by an overwhelming advantage, I accidentally hit the opponent's curse. This curse is very difficult and will make the curse I release very unstable, and there is often a risk of losing control... ."
Lockhart said as he said, he even believed him, his face showed a little firmness, as if he had really fought a certain powerful black wizard to protect the horse tribe.
In the end, I did not forget to remind Ivan not to disclose the news, lest his fans are too sad.
Ivan rolled his eyes speechlessly, Lockhart's ability to make up stories and the thickness of his face were beyond his imagination.
No wonder I can write so many best-selling books to make money.
This made Ivan even more determined to make a fortune from Lockhart.
Thinking of this, Ivan solemnly said to Lockhart.
"Professor Lockhart, I deeply sympathize with your experience. I can make a set of magic items tailored for you, which can definitely meet your needs!"
"As long as you have enough Jin Jialong..." Ivan's mouth twitched.
Lockhart said without hesitation,
Money is never a problem...
After negotiating with Lockhart about the custom-made props worth two thousand gallons, Ivan walked out of the ward contentedly.
Two thousand gallons is not a small sum. The entire Hogwarts can easily come up with the money. Except for Dumbledore whose property is unknown and can embezzle public funds, I am afraid Lockhart is the only one.
The most important thing is that when Lockhart gets used to the strength enhancement brought by these props, he can't do without these things anymore.
At that time, just doing after-sales service, you can earn a lot of Jin Jialong...
Thinking of this, Ivan returned to the bedroom and wrote a letter, asking Dougte to buy some materials for making magic items and send it to himself. The cost was directly deducted from the share of the wolf poison potion.
At this moment, Ron, who had just returned from the playground, was so dirty that he saw Ivan in the dormitory and asked immediately.
"Ivan, did you just come back from the school hospital? How is Harry? Is he okay?"
"Harry's injury has been cured by Madam Pomfrey, but he hasn't woken up yet. He may have to spend the night in the school hospital, right?" Ivan explained aloud as he tied the letter to Maca's feet. It was released.
Ron felt relieved, and then angrily scolded those **** Slytherins. Ron thought it must be their bastards!
...
Late at night, in the Hogwarts school hospital, Harry was trembling with anger when he looked at the humble house-elf in front of him.
"It turns out that you sealed the partition wall of the station, which prevented me from catching the train! Do you know that I was almost expelled from school because of this!"
"Dobby... Dobby just wants to protect you, sir!" Dobby shook his wrinkled head, stretched out his ten bandaged fingers, and showed them in front of Harry.
"For this, Dobby had to burn his hands with an iron..." Dobby said sadly.
"But Dobby doesn't care about this, sir, Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now, but never dreamed that you actually took another road to school!"
Dobby's eyes were full of tears, his big ears flapped, and Harry looked at Harry blankly, as if he was sad that Harry had failed his kindness.
"Anyway... Harry Potter must leave this school immediately, immediately! Something terrible is about to happen here..." Dobby screamed.
"Enough! It's safe here..." Harry picked up a pillow and threw it towards Dobby, glaring at him angrily.
"Except you! Except you!"
"Dobby knows, sir will definitely not believe it, so he will use the wandering ball and ghost fly ball..." Dobby took a hard hit without dodge, although it doesn't hurt, but there is a crystal in the corner of his eye. Tears fell.
is like the protagonist in a drama of bitter love that does good deeds are never understood.
But Harry didn't have any sympathy. On the contrary, he was almost mad, wishing to choke the house elf in front of him.
"It turns out that you moved your hands and feet to the walker! Do you want to kill me like that?" Harry's anger suddenly surged.
"It wasn't that you killed you, sir, why did you think that?" Dobby shook his head frantically, shaking in horror, and trembling slightly. .
"Dobby just wants to save your life! Even if he is seriously injured and sent home, it is better than staying here, sir. Dobby only hopes that Harry Potter will be slightly injured and sent home!"
Dobby opened his big watery eyes and pulled a sheet with his hands to hide his thin body with only a rag hanging from it, looking very pitiful.
"Why? Why would you rather let me leave Hogwarts if I broke my bones and was sent to the hospital? Guess you wouldn't tell me, would you?" Harry said sarcastically.
Harry couldn't understand the other party's words. He said it for his own sake again and again, but he almost damned himself both times.
This is called being good for yourself?
"If Harry Potter knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little people, he would definitely not think so..."
Facing Harry's sarcasm gaze~www.mtlnovel.com~ Dobby picked up the pillow that Harry had thrown on the ground, and more teardrops fell in his eyes. He murmured to Harry that the house elves used to be Tragic experience.
Then Dobby cried again and thanked Harry for his feat in defeating the Dark Lord. Because of this incident, their house elves had a much better life...
Harry was silent for a moment. He didn't know what he should say, but Dobby's words did not stop, and he continued excitedly.
"When Dobby was at home, he heard his master say that he sold that thing to a little wizard at Hogwarts! That thing was left to the master by the Dark Lord, very, very evil... "
At this point, Dobby was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that he had said something that shouldn't be said, then grabbed Harry's water jug on the bedside table and slammed it on his own head.
"Bad Dobby...Bad Dobby...Bad Dobby!" Dobby said as he smashed.
Dobby touched the jug with his head, and made a crisp sound, which hurt Harry just by listening to it.
When Dobby mentioned the Dark Lord, Harry suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter, reached out his hand to grab Dobby's arm, stopped his self-harm, and asked quickly.
"Tell me, what exactly is that thing? Who was it sold to by your owner? How do you know that the other party brought that thing to school..."