"Alright, then," Harry and Ron both let go of the elves in their hands, and they fell to the ground, but they didn't fight any more.

"As long as you two don't fight, everything is fine. Harry said, looking at the two elves in front of him with a headache.

"Dobby, how did you end up with Kreacher?" Harry asked first, and Kreacher was the only one he had summoned.

"Master El told me to stay there," Dobby said, "and Master El didn't give Dobby any other instructions, and Dobby wanted to come back here." ”

"Oh, of course, you can come back here......" Harry said with a bit of a headache, and with what he knew about Vanlin, Vanlin had definitely forgotten about Dobby and left it on Sirius......

Oh, and maybe Twilight, the elf of the Crouch family.

"So, Kreacher?"

"Master called me?" Kreacher said hoarsely, bowing and glancing at Harry, a look that made it clear that he was not interested in Harry as a master, and in fact, Kreacher could not be blamed for that.

Mrs. Black's influence on Kreacher is extremely profound, after all, even if you are a normal person, locked up with a paranoid madman for a long time, more or less, the impact must be far-reaching.

Especially after seeing Kreacher's loyalty to Regulus, Harry didn't intend to blame Kreacher, but let him inherit it......

Kreacher left it to Sirius.

"Yes, I called you," Harry said, glancing at the door of Madam Pomfrey's office to make sure the Whispering Charm was still working;

"Actually, I want you to do one thing. Harry said.

"Whatever the master asks Kreacher will do," Kreacher bowed deeply, his lips almost touching the toes covered with tumors, "because Kreacher didn't have a choice, but Kreacher was ashamed to have such a master, yes-"

"Dobby is going to do this, Harry Potter!" Dobby screamed, his tennis ball-sized eyes filled with tears. "It's Dobby's honor to help Harry Potter!"

Harry looked at the two house-elves a little speechlessly, one was disrespectful and the other was crazy?

Can't you just make a normal elf?

Twinkle is very capable, but she always cries.

"Hey, come to think of it, it might be better for the two of you to do it together," Harry said with a headache.

"Okay, then...... I want you to follow Draco Malfoy. Harry ignored the mixed look of surprise and exasperation on Ron's face, and continued, "I want to know where he's gone, who he's meeting with, and what he's doing. I want you to follow him around the clock. ”

"Yes, Harry Potter!" said Dobby immediately, his big eyes shining with excitement. "If Dobby does something wrong, Dobby throws himself off the tallest tower, Harry Potter!"

"No, not like that," Harry said quickly. "Don't forget your El master...... Although he may have forgotten about you. ”

"The master wants me to follow the youngest son of the Malfoy family?" Kreacher said hoarsely. "The master wants me to spy on my old mistress's pure-blood nephew?"

"It's him," Harry suddenly saw a great danger and decided to take immediate action to prevent it from happening. "And I forbid you to warn him, Kreacher, or tell him what you are going to do, or write him a note, or ...... Or contact him in any way. Got it?"

He saw that Kreacher seemed to be desperately looking for a loophole in the instructions he had just given, and Harry was waiting.

To his great satisfaction, after a few moments, Kreacher bowed deeply again, and said with strong hatred, "The master has thought very well, and although Kreacher would rather be Malfoy's servant, Kreacher must obey his master's orders, oh yes......"

"Then it's decided," Harry said. "I want you to report back to me regularly, but make sure you don't show up when there's no one around me. Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione are fine. But don't tell anyone what you're doing. All it had to do was stick to Malfoy like a pair of bruised bandages. ”

"Obey ......" Kreacher was reluctant, but Dobby liked it.

"By the way, Kreacher, do you have any news of Sirius?"

"The master has not been home for a long time, and Kreacher is glad that there are no filthy people to disturb the old master's purity. ”

"Yes......" Harry thought that maybe Sirius was still in the hospital, and maybe he should write a letter to his godfather.

Harry and Ron left the castle's hospital wing early the next morning, and under Madam Pomfrey's careful care, Ron fully recovered, and began to enjoy the benefits of poisoning and illness, the most important of which was that Hermione and Ron had their friendship restored.

Hermione even escorted them all the way to breakfast, and brought them news of Ginny's quarrel with Dean.

This made Van Lin and Harry breathe a sigh of relief, at least, Hermione forgave Ron, the two of them didn't need to continue with that life in the middle, Van Lin was fine, Harry was very uncomfortable.

Ginny and Dean quarreled, though?

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The monster lurking in Harry's mind immediately raised its head and snorted hopefully. "Why are they arguing?"

He asked as casually as he could, as they turned and walked up the seventh hallway, which was empty except for a tiny girl playing with a demon puppet in a short gauze skirt.

When she saw the sixth-graders approaching, she looked frightened and threw the heavy copper balance in her other hand to the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hermione said kindly, rushing over to help her pick it up. "Give—" she said, tapping the broken scales with her wand, "fix it as before." ”

The girl didn't thank you, just pinned herself and watched them pass and leave.

This made several people in Van Lin a little surprised, Hogwarts still has such an impolite child?

Think about the elementary school brothers and sisters in the first grade, all of them are timid, pure and like little white flowers.

"Oh, leave her alone!" said Harry, impatiently, eager to know something. "Why are Ginny and Dean arguing, Hermione?"

"Well, yes, there's no need for Ginny and Dean to be separated for the sake of a fight," Harry continued to try to speak in a tone of nonchalance. "Are they still together?"

"Yes, they're still together——— but why are you so interested?" Hermione gave Harry a sharp look.

"I just don't want my Quidditch team to be a mess again!" he replied hurriedly, but Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

Explanations were useless, at least, Harry was thinking about Ginny, wasn't he, Harry was acting too obviously.

Van Lin poked Hermione, and then Hermione seemed to understand something, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, a voice behind him called, "Harry!", which made Harry breathe a big sigh of relief and took the opportunity to turn around.

"Oh, hi, Luna. ”

"I went to the hospital in the castle wing to look for you," Luna said as she rummaged through her bag. "But they say you're gone—"

She shoved a green onion-like thing, a giant poisonous mushroom, and a large mass of cat litter-like stuff into Ron's hand, and finally pulled out a dirty roll of parchment and handed it to Harry.

"Oh, Dean laughed at McLagan hitting you with a Bludger. Hermione said.

"It's kind of funny. Van Lin said sincerely, it was a rare thing for Harry to be deflated in Quidditch, and how proud Harry was to target a Quidditch player and then break his leg in the middle of his teammates?

"It's not funny at all!" Hermione rolled a look, and Hermione really didn't agree with Van Lin's bad taste. "This is terrible! If it hadn't been for Kurt and Pixar catching Harry in time, he would have been seriously injured!"

"What a great commentary from the last game!" Ron said to Luna, as she was taking back the green onions, poisonous mushrooms, and cat litter.

Luna smiled vaguely, "You're kidding me, aren't you?" she said. "Everybody says I'm horrible. ”

"No, I'm serious!" Ron said sincerely. "I don't remember hearing such a wonderful commentary before! Besides, what is it?" he held up the onion-like thing in front of him.

"Oh, it's a song flute," she said, stuffing the ball of cat litter and poisonous mushrooms back into her bag. "Keep it if you like, I've got quite a few. It's a good way to keep the big mouth at bay......"

Then Luna walked away, the mad woman without a trace of nostalgia, leaving Ron giggling and clutching the song flute in his hand.

"You see, she's getting more and more in my liking, I mean Luna," he said, as they continued down the hall. "I know she's a little nervous, but out of good ......"

Ron suddenly stopped. Lavender Brown was standing at the bottom of the marble staircase, his face angry.

"Hi," Ron said nervously.

“... I was ordered to give you this. Lavender said angrily, shoving something into Harry's hand.

It was a small parchment, and Harry immediately recognized it as another class notice from Dumbledore.

"Tonight," he told the others as soon as he opened the parchment. "Van Lin, Dumbledore called you too. ”

Van Lin glanced at the note, indicating that he understood.

"So, let's go. Van Lin looked at Ron amusedly, and they walked away quickly.

Ron showed up at the breakfast table an hour and a half later, annoyed by the fact that even though he and Lavender were sitting together, Harry hadn't seen them say a word to each other.

It's incredible, but think about it, with the way Ron and Lavender get along......

Well, Ron had to do something to reconcile, but apparently, Ron had said the wrong thing during the first meeting, and Lavender was a little angry, and perhaps what happened to Romidahl had stung Lavender deeply.

However, Van Lin felt that this was the reason why Ron had died and had not seen Lavender.

At least, Ron won't be in a good mood until tonight.

However, Hermione was merciful and decided to help Harry check his homework, which didn't exist the other day, as Harry would lend his homework to Ron.

However, depending on Ron's state......

Quiet learning is destined to be an extremely difficult thing.

Still, Harry didn't wait for Ron to return.

"Listen, I've got to get to Dumbledore or I'm going to be late......"

Hermione didn't answer, just lazily scratched out the sentences in his article that didn't work.

Harry grinned and hurried through the portrait hole to the Headmaster's office.

It's a rare relief, not having to think about whether you're going to be hacked by the professor tomorrow, and then Ron is back to health, and something interesting happens?

According to Van Lin's approach, this is not called schadenfreude, and we as friends are deeply saddened by what happened to Ron.

And most importantly, Lavender finally wouldn't come over and pester Harry with questions about Ron.

The monster statue jumped aside after receiving the password "Toffee Finger Biscuit", and the two of Van Lin rushed up the spiral staircase in two steps, knocking on the door at eight o'clock.

"Come in. Dumbledore shouted inside, but when Van Lin reached for the door, it opened from the inside. Standing stood Professor Trawney.

"Aha!" she cried, pointing dramatically at Vanlin and Harry, eyes blinking behind magnifying glasses.

"So, that's why I was casually kicked out of your office, Dumbledore!"

"My dear Sybil," Dumbledore said a little angrily, "there's nothing casual at all, the two of them do have an appointment with me, and I really don't think we have anything else to say about that......"

"Very well," Professor Trauney said, as if devastated by it. "If you don't get rid of the old horse that took his place, that's fine—maybe I'll go to another school that respects my talent more......"

She pushed open the door and dashed down the spiral staircase and disappeared, and they heard her stumble as she went down, and Harry guessed she had tripped over one of his own draggy shawls.

"Please close the door and sit down, you two," Dumbledore said tiredly. The two men complied, and they sat down in their old seats at Dumbledore's desk, noticing that the Meditation Basin was placed among them again, but there were two crystal bottles filled with spinning memories next to them.

"So, Professor Trauny is still angry about Fewzeren's teaching?" Van Rin asked, and Ferenze was clearly a better fit for the position than Trauny.

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "The divination class was a lot more troublesome than I expected...... I hadn't learned how to prophecy before, and I couldn't get Fezelon back to the Forbidden Forest...... He's been kicked out of there, and he can't get Sybil Trelawney out of school. Because she had been living among us, she did not know about the dangerous environment outside the school castle. You see, she didn't know — and I don't think it would be wise to tell her — that she had made that prophecy about you and Voldemort, Harry. Dumbledore sighed deeply and continued, "But don't worry about my teachers, we have more important things to discuss. First of all, Harry, have you done the homework I left you in the last class?"

"Ah," Harry froze, and Harry had almost forgotten that Dumbledore had asked him to retrieve Professor Slughorn's memories due to all the other things: Transfiguration class, Quidditch, Ron's poisoning, his own head injury, and his desire to find out what Draco Malfoy was going to do.

"Well, I asked Professor Slughorn after Potions class, Professor, but, uh, he wouldn't give it to me. ”

Dumbledore paused, then fell silent.

After a while......

"I see. Dumbledore finally spoke, looking at the two men from the half-moon frames, making Harry feel like he was looking in the mirror as usual.

You've done everything you can for this? You've used all your brains, you've tapped all your wisdom to get this memory?