In addition to this thing, can you make other offensive type of magic items? Lockhart couldn't help but ask.

But then Lockhart realized that this was not very reserved, so he coughed lightly twice, changed his tone, and continued to speak.

"Of course... Originally, with my strength, I wouldn't have needed these gadgets.

But before I came to school, I had fought a powerful dark wizard to protect a group of centaurs.

Although I defeated him by a landslide in the end, I accidentally fell under the other party's curse, which is very difficult to deal with, and will make the spell I cast very unstable, and often risk getting out of control..."

Lockhart said as he spoke, believing himself, and his face showed a slight look of determination, as if he had really fought to the death against some powerful dark wizard to protect the centaur tribe.

In the end, he did not forget to remind Ivan not to reveal the news, so as not to make his fans 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 you can write so many bestsellers to make money.

This made Ivan even more determined to make a fortune from Lockhart,

Thinking of this, Ivan said solemnly to Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart, I have deep sympathy for your plight, I can tailor a set of magical items for Professor Lockhart, which will definitely meet your needs!"

"As long as you have enough gold gallons...", the corners of Ivan's mouth hooked.

Lockhart said without hesitation,

Money is never an issue...

After negotiating with Lockhart about custom-made props worth two thousand Galleons, Ivan walked out of the room satisfied.

Two thousand Galleons is not a small amount, and the entire Hogwarts can easily come up with this money, except for Dumbledore, whose property is unknown and can embezzle public funds, I am afraid that only Lockhart is the only one.

The most important thing is that when Lockhart gets used to the strength improvement brought by these props, he will no longer be able to do without these things.

When the time comes, you can earn a lot of gold gallons just by doing after-sales service...

Thinking of this, Ivan returned to the dormitory and wrote a letter "brush", asking Doggett to buy some materials for making magic items and send them to him, and the cost was directly deducted from the share of the wolf poison potion.

At this time, Ron, who had just returned from the playground and was dirty, saw Ivan in the bedroom and immediately asked.

"Ivan, did you just come back from the school hospital? How is Harry? Is he okay? ”

"Harry's injuries have been healed by Madam Pomfrey, but he hasn't woken up yet, so he may have to spend the night in the school hospital today, right?" Ivan explained aloud as he tied the letter to Maca's feet and let it fly.

Ron was relieved, and then angrily scolded the damn Slytherins, who thought they had to do with the bastards!

......

Late at night, in the Hogwarts school hospital, Harry looked at the short and ugly house-elf in front of him, and was trembling with anger.

"It turned out that you sealed the wall of the station, so I didn't catch the train! Did you know that I was almost expelled from school because of this! ”

"Dobby.. Dobby just wants to protect you, sir! Dobby shook his crumpled head and stretched out his ten bandaged fingers to Harry.

"Dobby had to burn his hands with an iron for this..."Dobby said sadly.

"But Dobby doesn't care about that, sir, Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now, but never dreamed that you would go the other way to school!"

Dobby's eyes glistened with tears, and he fanned his big ears at Harry, as if he was sad that Harry had failed his kindness.

"Anyway... Anyway, Harry Potter must leave this school, immediately, immediately! Something horrible is about to happen here...", Dobby screamed.

"Enough! It's safe here..."Harry picked up a pillow and threw it at Dobby, glaring at him angrily.

"Except for you! Except for you! ”

"Dobby knew that Mr. would definitely not believe it, so he used Bludger and Quaffle..."

It's like the protagonist who will never be understood for doing good deeds in a bitter love drama.

But Harry didn't have any sympathy, but was about to go crazy, and wanted to strangle the house-elf in front of him.

"So you did something to Bludger! Is that how you want to kill me? Harry's anger swelled up.

"Not to kill you, sir, how could you think that?" Dobby shook his head frantically, trembled in horror, and said with a slight trembling.

"Dobby just wants to save your life! Even if you're seriously injured and sent home, it's better than staying here, sir. Dobby only wants Harry Potter to get a little hurt and be sent home! ”

Dobby looked pitiful with his big watery eyes and a sheet in his hands to cover his thin, rag-only body.

"Why? Why would you rather break my bones and be sent to the hospital than let me leave Hogwarts? You guess you won't tell me, will you? Harry said sarcastically.

Harry couldn't understand what the other man was saying, and he said again and again that he was thinking about himself, and he almost killed himself both times.

Is this called for your own good?

"If Harry Potter knew what he meant to us lowly, enslaved little people, he wouldn't have thought so..."

In the face of Harry's mocking gaze, Dobby picked up the pillow that Harry had thrown on the floor, more tears slid down his eyes, and he muttered to Harry about the tragic past of the house-elves.

Dobby then wept and thanked Harry for his feat of defeating the Dark Lord, as 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 didn't stop, and he continued excitedly.

"When Dobby was at home, he heard his master say that he had sold it to a young Hogwarts wizard! It was left to his master by the Dark Lord, and it was very, very evil."

At this, Dobby was stunned for a moment, quickly realizing that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and then grabbed Harry's jug from the bedside table and slammed it into his own head.

"Bad Dobby.. Bad Dobie: Bad Dobby! Dobby said as he smashed it.

Dobby's head touched the jug with a crisp sound that hurt Harry just to hear it.

Hearing Dobby mention the Dark Lord, Harry suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter, reached out and grabbed Dobby's arm to stop his self-harm, and asked quickly.

"Tell me, what is that thing? Sold by your master to whom? How do you know they're bringing that thing to school?"