"Shhh Van Lin gave Hermione a tug, and no matter what the accident was, the two of them had missed out on a great Quidditch match.

Although Van Lin was not very good at Quidditch, he was still happy to see Harry in trouble.

"Why are we following him?" Hermione whispered.

Van Lin didn't answer, but just controlled his wand to condense a puddle of water in the corridor not far away.

Through the water, Fan Lin could clearly see three people, two very twisted girls, and a tall boy.

Malfoy ...... So, he ...... with those two girls," Hermione said hesitantly, and it seemed that Malfoy and the two girls were not shy about it at all, and dragged them forward with their hands.

"Can't you be faster, idiot. We don't have much time. Malfoy's roar rang out, but then it was silenced.

"What are they doing, what don't they have time?" asked Hermione.

"Let's keep up. Van Lin said, seeing Malfoy disappear into the hallway, pulling Hermione and following quickly.

"Do what Harry has always wanted to do. Van Lin said, watching Malfoy lead the two girls to the abandoned hallway on the second floor.

"Myrtle?" Hermione exclaimed, "Myrtle's toilet, what is Malfoy going to do?"

Van Lin ran briskly over, only to hear a thud, and then Malfoy and the two girls were gone.

A Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?

Van Lin was a little unsure, Dumbledore should have sealed off the Slytherin Vault, but now ......

"Is Harry telling you true?" Hermione said, "what is Malfoy really doing......

"I don't know, it's not a good thing anyway. Van Lin shook his head, in order not to startle the snake, they could only leave here first.

Malfoy didn't place the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement, which became no longer safe, but......

Malfoy didn't know Parseltongue, how did he get into the Slytherin chamber, and Dumbledore had promised to seal it......

Did Voldemort give Malfoy some reward?

However, when Verin and Hermione returned to Quidditch to take a look at the Gryffindor team, Van Lin had been looking forward to Luna's explanation, but Neville passed the news of Harry's bad news.

"Shocked! The Gryffindor players are at odds, and the goalkeeper and team hunter and captain clash out for the reason ......"

"Hey, I've got a picture here. Neville said, pulling out Colin's camera, which he had now upgraded his Muggle camera early.

It is clear that a Bludger is struck on Harry's head by McLagan, and Harry loses control of the broomstick and falls.

"Hey, leave me some pictures, I think Fred and George are going to need it. Van Lin said cautiously, "Remember, you must ......"

......

"It's great that you can come over with me," Ron grinned.

Harry, who had just woken up, blinked and looked around. Of course: he was in the school hospital. Outside, the indigo sky was mixed with a hint of crimson. The game ended a few hours ago......

There was no hope of catching Malfoy. That was Harry's first thought.

Harry felt strangely heavy on his head, and he reached out and touched it, only to find a stiff bandage around his head.

"What happened?" Harry sat up a little dazed, and found Madam Pomfrey nearby, followed by Van Lin and Hermione.

Van Lin still seems to have a picture in his hand......

"The head is broken," Madam Pomfrey hurriedly put down what she was holding, and then he pressed it back to the pillow.

"There's nothing to worry about, I'll be cured in no time, but you'll have to lie here all night tonight. Don't push too hard for a few hours. ”

"Oh...... I don't want to spend the night here," Harry said angrily, as he sat up and lifted the covers, "I'm going to find McLagan and kill him." ”

"I'm afraid that's 'too much force,'" Madam Pomfrey said firmly, pressing him firmly onto the bed, raising her wand in a threatening tone. "You'll have to stay here until I let you go, or I'll go to the Headmaster. ”

She hurried back to her office, and Harry slept on his pillow in annoyance.

"Do you know the score we lost in the end?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Well, I know," Van Lin said apologetically. "The final score was 320-60. ”

"Three hundred and twenty...... Ginny did a good job......"

"Oh, I think you're mistaken. "Sixty points for Gryffindor, which has been largely the case since you left, and finally Hufflepuff's hunters caught the Golden Snitch." ”

"Great," Harry said with a thunderbolt. "That's great! Just let me catch McLagan—"

"Hey, dude, you won't want to catch him, he's as tall as a troll," Ron said wisely. "Personally, I think we'd better find a way to spell the prince with his long toenail spell. Either way, the rest of the team might have already taken him out before you got out, and they're not happy......"

There was a hint of irrepressible joy in Ron's voice, and Harry could see that Ron was ecstatic when he knew that McLargan had made a mess of it.

"Oh my god......" Harry felt a little terrible, lying there straight, staring at the small patch of light on the ceiling, his freshly healed head didn't hurt, to be exact, it just felt a little fragile under the bandage.

"I can hear the game commentary here," Ron laughed and his voice trembled. "I hope it's all about Luna from now on...... Failure ......"

Harry was so angry that he couldn't laugh at all, and after a while Ron's laughter finally subsided.

"Ginny came to see you when you were unconscious," Van Lin said empathetically, probably the most Harry wanted to hear.

This enlivened Harry's mind again, and a scene quickly came to his mind, with Ginny crying on his unconscious body, confessing to him how much she was infatuated with him, and Ron blessing them......

"By the way, she said you arrived just in time for the game. Why? You left here early. Ron remembered.

"Oh......" Harry said, Ron's words shattering all illusions in Harry's mind.

This made Van Lin feel very cruel, you can't be so harsh on one patient, but both should be considered patients.

"yes...... Well, I saw Malfoy and the two girls slip back, and those two girls didn't seem to want to follow him, and this was the second time he'd not been on the court with the whole school. He escaped the last game, remember?" sighed Harry. "I wish I had followed him at the time, and the game was lost so badly......"

"Don't be stupid," Ron said scathingly. "You can't miss a Quidditch match just to track Malfoy, you're the captain!"

"I just want to know what tricks he's playing," Harry said. "Don't tell me it's all my imagination, especially since I heard between him and Snape-"

"I never said it was all your imagination," Ron propped himself up on one elbow and frowned at Harry, "but no one says that only one person here can plot any one thing at any time! I mean, you're willing to miss a game just to follow him......"

Van Lin and Hermione were silent...... Well, it's better not to discuss this matter with Harry, at least until Harry gets better.

"I want to catch him red-handed!" said Harry, frustrated. "I mean, where did he go every time he disappeared from the map?"

"I don't know...... Hogsmeade?" Ron suggested with a yawn.

"I've never seen him walk through the secret passages on the map. I wonder if they've been watched?"

"Well, then, I don't know," Ron said.

They fell silent.

Harry looked up at the circle of lights on the ceiling, thinking...... If he had Rufus Scrimgeur's powers, he could have set up a trail for Malfoy, but unfortunately Harry didn't have an office full of Aurors to follow his orders............ Get some help, but that's problematic because people miss classes, after all, most of them have full schedules.

"Oh, well, Harry, recuperate in peace. "I don't think it will be too long, but I think Hermione and I should go back." ”

"Take care of yourself, you two ......"

Ron didn't reply, he had fallen into a semi-hazy state, McLagan's accident made him very happy, his position was preserved, in every sense of the word.

Van Lin and Hermione left, and a moment later, a rumbling snoring could be heard from Ron's bed. After a while, Madam Pomfrey walked out of the office, this time in a thick dressing gown.

Pretending to sleep was the easiest thing to do, Harry rolled over and heard her wave her wand and close all the curtains. The lights were turned out, and she turned back to her office, and he knew she was ready to go to bed when he heard her door click behind her.

This was the third time he had been taken to the school hospital due to an injury sustained in a Quidditch match. The last time he had dropped his broom due to the presence of Dementors in the stadium, and the previous time had been because all the bones in his arm had been removed by the hopelessly stupid Professor Lockhart...... It was his most painful injury...... He remembered how painful it was for an entire arm to grow bones overnight, and even an unexpected visitor couldn't alleviate his discomfort - Harry sat up straight, his heart pounding violently and the bandage slipping to the side.

He had finally found the answer: there was a way to track Malfoy - how had he forgotten, why hadn't he thought about it before, but the question was, how to get him here?

"Kreacher?" there was a loud snap, scuffling and screaming that filled the quiet room. Ron screamed and woke up.

"What's going on——?" Ron looked confused, he was dreaming of his return to the team, and then everyone was expecting to give him the task of holding the Quidditch goal.

As for the rest, like 'Weasley is our king', oh, it's a simple phrase but it's pretty good.

However, all this was ruined...... Ron's confusion was a little dazed, he hadn't woken up from the joy yet.

Harry felt a little tingling in his scalp, he wasn't sure if the loud noise would provoke Madam Pomfrey, but if they continued like this, the result would be certain.

Harry hurriedly pointed his wand at the door of Madam Pomfrey's office and whispered, "Whisper!" so she wouldn't escape.

Then he crawled to the end of the bed to see what was going on. Two house-elves were rolling on the floor in the middle of the room, one wearing a crumpled chestnut jumper and a few woollen hats, and the other tied a dirty rag around his waist like a belt.

There was another loud bang, and Peeves appeared above the two pokemon who were scuffling together.

"I see it, silly baby Potter!" he shouted angrily at Harry, pointing to the house-elves who were fighting below, and giggled out loud. "Look at these two little brutes who are arguing, bite, bite, hit, hit—"

"Kreacher can't be disrespectful to his master in front of Dobby, he can't, or Dobby will have to gag Kreacher for him!" shouted Dobby in a shrill voice.

"-Kick, scratch!," Peeves cried happily, throwing some chalk at them to further irritate them, "Twist!

"Kreacher is going to say what his master thinks, yes, and what kind of master he is, making friends with filthy mudbloods, oh, what will poor Kreacher's mistress say——?"

They couldn't figure out what Kreacher's mistress was going to say, because that's when Dobby shoved his little lumpy fist into Kreacher's mouth, knocking out half of his teeth.

Harry had lost hope for Kreacher, who had changed his views on Van Lin and Hermione since he threatened Kreacher and brought Regulus back.

But what does this have to do with my Harry Potter.

Is it true that even though Harry is the little master of Kreacher, he still gets respect from Kreacher's mouth?

If stupid Potter counts......

Harry and Ron both jumped out of bed and pulled the elves apart, but they still tried to kick each other.

Peeves flew around the chandelier, screaming and instigating them, "poking his nostrils with his fingers, plucking his nose, pulling his ears—"

Harry pointed his wand at Peeves and said, "Tongue locked!" Peeves grabbed him by the throat, choked, and flew out of the room, gesturing lewdly but unable to speak, for his tongue was already stuck to the roof of his mouth.

"Pretty," Ron said appreciatively, lifting Dobby into the air to keep his swinging limbs from touching Kreacher.

"That's another prince's spell, isn't it?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Harry said, twisting Kreacher's withered arm around his neck.

"Okay - I'm forbidding you to fight! Well, Kreacher, I'm forbidding you to fight Dobby. Dobby, I know I don't have the authority to command you...... But, Van Lin can, if you don't mind, I can call him over. ”

"Dobby is an obedient house-elf who can obey the orders of his master and whoever he likes, and Dobby will do whatever Harry Potter wants him to do. Dobby said, tears streaming down his wrinkled little face and onto his jumper.

That's what Harry can't stand the most, Dobby is always crying.

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