Chapter 142: Kill the little monster Dobby

"No, you can't just leave it at that. www.biquge.info"Harry was scared when he thought about it.

He was only thinking about catching the Golden Snitch and winning the game, but he didn't think about the consequences. But now looking at the broken arm, thinking about the court, the Bludger rushed to his brain again and again, and he only felt a chill in the back of his head and a sore neck.

Just then, the door to the ward opened again, and Gryffindor's teammates came to visit Harry. They were all covered in mud, and they hadn't had time to change their clothes.

"Harry, you did a fantastic job today. Fred said gleefully, "I just saw Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy that they were on the right track, all because Malfoy didn't finish his job. Saying that he couldn't even spot the golden snitch in front of him, Malfoy was so angry that his face was gloomy to death. ”

"Slytherin got a huge advantage with a broomstick but lost the game in the end. Alya's face was excited, this time it was really hanging, Slytherin was too despicable, and kept shooting at the girl, but luckily Harry caught the Golden Snitch at the last minute.

The team members brought food to celebrate the victory, including cakes, sweets, and juices. They were all gathered around Harry for a celebratory party.

Unfortunately, Madam Pomfrey roared and rushed in, "This kid needs rest, he's broken a bone." ”

Madam Pomfrey kicked everyone else out of the hospital.

Harry was left alone in the quiet hospital room, and tiredness immediately caught his way, and he immediately lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry came to his senses again, and the room was quiet and dark, and it was scary. Suddenly, to his horror, he noticed that something terrible was touching his forehead.

"Fuck off. He shouted, instantly recognizing, "Dobby!" Voldemort's house-elves.

Harry shrank back desperately, his movable hand groping around, trying to grab anything that could be used as a weapon, "Damn, the Academy has never been safe, I didn't even have a wand with me. ”

He caught a sharp object, a candlestick with a candle in it, and he quietly hid it behind him, calming down a little.

A terrible voice came from the darkness, "Harry Potter is back at Hogwarts. ”

"Dobby warned Potter over and over again, ah, Potter, why don't you believe Dobby's warning? Harry Potter didn't catch up with the train, why didn't he just go home?"

Harry leaned against the wall, feeling the hard, sharp candlesticks behind him, and felt a little prepared.

"What do you want to do?" Harry snapped, "How did you know I didn't catch the train?"

"You did it. He affirmed, "If you threaten me that you can't do it, you will seal that wall and try to kick us out of the academy." ”

"That's it, sir!" Dobby's gloomy voice looked terrifying, "Dobby hid and waited for Harry Potter, and when he saw him appear, he sealed the passage with magic. To do this, Dobby had to burn his own hands with an iron. ”

He showed off his ten monstrous bandaged fingers, "But Dobby doesn't care, Dobby believes Harry Potter is safe now." Dobby never imagined that Harry Potter would return to Hogwarts through other means. ”

He shook his ugly body, his deformed and twisted head kept swinging, and said viciously.

When Dobby learns that Harry Potter has returned to Hogwarts, Dobby is very upset, and Dobby burns his master's dinner. He was given a whipping for this, something Dobby had never experienced. Sir..."

Harry roared fearlessly, "You don't want to threaten me, you almost killed me and Ron and I were fired, but I will never give in to you and your master." ”

"You'd better get out of here while I'm still wounded, or I'll kill you filthy monster. ”

Dobby smiled slightly, his face full of disdain, "Dobby has long been accustomed to death threats, and Dobby hears them five or six times a day at home. ”

He continued, "Harry Potter had to leave Hogwarts, and Dobby thought his Bludger could do it. ”

"Your Bludger?" Harry's tone was cold with murderous intent, "you threaten me and want your Bludger to kill me." ”

Harry clutched the candlestick in his hand, the murderer he had just tried to kill had been found, the ugly monster in front of him who had attacked him three times.

At this moment, he was not angry, but like eternal snow, his whole body was cold. At this time, the cold candlestick in his hand seemed to have heat, conveying anger and killing intent.

"It's not about killing you, sir, Dobby isn't trying to kill you. The little monster said with a look of surprise on his face, "Dobby is trying to save Harry Potter's life, and it's better to be crippled and sent home than to stay here." Sir, Dobby just wanted Harry Potter to get a little hurt and be driven home. ”

"Oh!" Harry's eyes were cold, his heart was cold, his people were cold.

He felt like he was almost laughing, this crazy and ugly little monster in front of him, trying to frame him several times, trying to keep him imprisoned in the dark and terrible Uncle Vernon's house, wanting him to be kicked out of the academy, and manipulating Bludger. Again and again they pointed at his head, trying to break his neck again and again. It turned out to be to save him, and it was really a "kind" little monster.

"I'm wrong about you, Dobby. Harry said expressionlessly, "Dobby, come here, come to me, and I want to thank you." ”

The little monster ran over with a flattered face, "No thanks, sir, this is what Dobby should .........."

The words came to an abrupt end, and its eyes widened, and it looked at the immortal boy in front of him with a gloomy face and eyes like stars.

A hint of dismay flashed across Harry's face, but then he returned to the coldness of the eternal ice and snow, and he let go of his hand. looked at the monster in front of him who was pierced through the temple by the candlestick, and fell to the ground quietly.

He whispered, "In order to thank you for not killing me directly, but only wanting me to be crippled, I have decided to let you die a happy death, and I will bury you." ”

Suddenly, someone came in.

"I'm sorry! I didn't go to your game, and if I had been there, I might have found the killer so you wouldn't have been hurt. George walked in with a look of chagrin.

He's been busy making ghost books lately, and he's researching other uses of ghost powers, so he doesn't pay attention to many unimportant things. I didn't go to Harry's game this time, but I didn't expect Harry to have an accident this time. Hermione hadn't been a little out of the way just now, but fortunately Harry was fine.

(To be continued.) )