But... Dobby sensed why there were two breaths on Harry's bed, one big and one small?

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Poor Dobby let out a weird coughing sound and fell to the ground and fainted.

Roger got out of Harry's bed with the reserve in his arms, and the little savior slept soundly in Roger's bed.

A little trick of changing the bed directly brought down the house-elves.

It wasn't until near noon that Harry got out of Roger's bed with a strong smell of alcohol.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the things around him seemed to be a little different from what he saw when he got up on a regular day, and Harry sat up for a moment.

"Awake?" said Roger.

"Eun ......" saw the boy sitting on his bed teasing the pig, and Harry realized what was going on, it seemed that there was still some alcohol left in his body.

"What time is it now?" Harry asked again.

"Half past eleven. Roger glanced at his watch, "Hermione has already gone to eat first." ”

The little savior was still a little weak after getting out of bed, and shook his head while holding on to the curtain: "The wine yesterday was really strong...... Why did you turn everything out of my box!?"

There was more than Roger on his bed, and there was a mess of clothes and miscellaneous items at the end of the bed, which the little savior apparently recognized as the contents of his suitcase.

Roger grinned, reached out and lifted the covered sheet, pulled out Harry's suitcase from under the bed, and made a gesture to open it: "Surprise is waiting for you~"

Harry glanced at the boy in confusion and walked over to unzip it, "Damn! Kreacher!? This one isn't that old..."

A house-elf was tied to a suitcase and remained motionless, with several large swollen bags on his head.

In order to prevent the house-elf from waking up, Roger can be ruthless several times.

The boy pointed to Dobby in the box: "I don't know whose house-elf sneaked in in the middle of the night to hurt you, probably under the orders of the master." ”

"Hurt me?" Harry glanced into the box again:

"yes... You haven't forgotten the Bludger who chased you on the field, right? I guess it was because you didn't die, and I came to mend the knife while you were sleeping. Roger said with a very determined look: "And it happened that in the middle of last night, a student was killed......"

"Who is it?," Harry asked immediately with concern.

"Colin Creevey, that big fan of yours, is also petrified. The boy kicked the box and said coldly, "So it can't be a good thing for this little thing to come to you in the middle of the night." ”

"Luckily...... Thank you very much. Harry gasped and said with some trepidation, "So what do we do with it?"

"We'll have to wait until we get it clear. Roger pulled out a small crystal bottle from his pocket.

In the middle of the night, he was not idle, wearing an invisibility cloak and running to Snape's office to steal some knick-knacks.

Three drops into the house-elf's mouth, Roger pointed his wand at it, "Resuscitation!"

The elf wakes up slowly.

Roger pointed to the little savior: "Who is he?"

"Harry Potter. The elf replied stiffly.

"And who are you?" asked Roger again.

"Dobby. "The elves have everything they ask.

"What's wrong with it?" Harry curiously took the potion from the boy's hand, "What did you give it to drink?"

"Truth spitting. With just three drops, you can reveal the deepest secrets of your heart... Snapona's. Roger explained, then turned to Dobby and asked, "Whose house are you?"

"The Malfoy Family, Lucius Malfoy. ”

Harry looked at Roger in amazement, "Malfoy......?

"Draco's father...... Wait until I'm done talking to you!" The boy interrupted him impatiently and asked, "Were you the one I ran away from the dormitory last time?"

Dobby: "Yes..."

"Did you want to hurt him that time?"

"Yes..."

"Yesterday's Bludger wasn't yours?"

"Yes..."

"Did you come here last night to hurt Harry?"

"Yes..."

"Is the campus attack directly related to you?"

"It's not..."

"Is Lucius a Death Eater?"

"Yes......"

"Are these your master's orders?

"It's not..."

"Can you disobey your master's orders?"

"No, house-elves must obey their master's every word. ”

Roger raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, waved it and stunned it again.

The way he asked questions was very skillful, not only by changing concepts but also by trying to mislead Harry.

And the speed of speech is surprisingly fast, and the second question is thrown without giving Dobby an explanation, which leads to a conversation like the one above.

An enemy who obeyed orders from a non-master and assassinated Harry several times.

"It's not its owner... That's the other Malfoy...... Draco Malfoy. Harry gritted his teeth and pushed down.

The main question had been 'figured out', there was nothing to ask again, and Dobby didn't say anything when Harry was knocked unconscious.

"Now... What do you want to do with it?" Roger smiled, slowly leaning over to the little savior and whispering.

Harry didn't speak, and was silent for a long time before he said angrily: "Give it to the professor, contact the Ministry of Magic, and there will be relevant laws to deal with it then!"

"I'm sorry to tell you... No!" The boy smiled unusually happily, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching upward: "The use of truth-spitting potions without permission is expressly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic...... If you hand it over, I'll hand you over! You don't want to waste your precious time in that damn place......"

"That's... What should I do?" Harry was so frightened by Roger that he couldn't make up his mind.

Roger's hand slowly inserted Harry's hair from both sides, and his tone was low and full of demagogy: "...... Kill it!"

"What? no!" Upon hearing this, the little savior's reaction was still very fierce.

Harry, who is kind-hearted by nature, has not killed anyone in any of the seven books and eight movies in the original book by virtue of his own subjective consciousness, even the second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort was bounced by his own curse and died, which is considered suicide.

"To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to one's own people, Harry...... Voldemort showed up last year, and he's definitely going to make a comeback," Roger patiently persuaded Harry, his smile undisguised with madness: "If a house-elf who obeys the orders of a Death Eater starts an assassination, who can prevent it? Spells prohibiting apparition won't work against them! Think about it... It can put a dagger around your neck in any corner, in any shadow, in any moment when you are slack......"