Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

On the Quidditch pitch.

Gryffindor's hero today - Harry Potter.

He was being carried to the school hospital by everyone in a hurry.

That arm drooped like a rubber glove.

Let everyone take a breath of cold air.

And subconsciously stayed away from the smiling Lockhart.

Cruel person...with a smile, he made all the bones in someone's arm disappear.

On the other side.

Malfoy looked pale and was being sprayed by his captain.

At that time, the Golden Snitch was only a few centimeters away from him...

Just raise your hand...

So now the one receiving cheers from everyone on the field is Malfoy.

Damn it! Scarhead!

Somewhere on the Quidditch pitch.

A small figure was hiding in the corner and banging his head against the wall crazily.

Dobby...Dobby didn't want anything to happen to Harry Potter. "

"Dobby...Dobby hopes that Harry Potter can leave Hogwarts and go home..."

"Oh... Dobby would rather punish himself than..."

"Hey! Are you busy? Can you finish your work first?" A frivolous voice came from behind Dobby.

Dobby was frightened and subconsciously apparated away.

B......

At this time, Dobby discovered that his previous instinctive magic had completely failed!

"Oh…........Okay, okay. I thought this improved anti-Apparition spell was still ineffective against house elves."

Blake came out of the shadows and looked down at Dobby with a panicked face.

"Ah!" Dobby screamed "Four Six Three" and ran away.

But the next second, Dobby felt someone grabbing the back of his neck.

Then a pair of calves were completely in the air...

Blake, who was born with supernatural powers, lifted Dobby up easily.

No matter how hard he struggled, there was nothing he could do.

"Ding! Extreme panic detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"

Blake was surprised.

Then he glanced at Dobby with the Eye of Truth.

"Golden quality?"

It can only be said that it is no wonder that Dobby is one of the few house elves in the clan who has pursued freedom for so many years.

Compared with other house elves, he is indeed outstanding.

"Sir...please, this powerful gentleman, let Dobby go."

"Poor Dobby was just passing through..."

Blake is not Dobby's master, so Dobby has no problem lying to him.

"Passing by? I saw with my own eyes what you did to that Bludger."

"You want to kill Harry Potter!"

"No!"

Faced with Blake's questioning, Dobby screamed.

"Dobby doesn't want to kill Harry Potter! How could Dobby want to kill the great Harry Potter?"

"Dobby just did this to save him! So that he can leave Hogwarts! There will be great danger in Hogwarts this year! The Chamber of Secrets..."

Dobby was stunned for a moment, and then he began to raise his thin arm and hit his head hard.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"That's enough... Now I will take you to see Professor Dumbledore. Since you know the truth about this matter... then, I will dig out all the truth from your mouth.

Blake grinned, showing off his white teeth, looking much more attractive than Lockhart.

"Ah...No..." Dobby cried out in despair.

"Ding! Extreme panic detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"

Blake smiled with satisfaction again.

"I feel comfortable now......"

Dumbledore put down the information in his hands.

He looked at the cup next to him.

The cup is empty now.

He stood up helplessly, ready to get a cup of hot cocoa.

After all, even if you were the principal, you wouldn't have a house elf waiting on you.

Sometimes you still have to rely on yourself.

Then he saw a small circle of sparks appear in the sky.

"Ahem...Professor, are you free now? Is it convenient for me to come over now?"

Blake's familiar voice came from outside Sparks Circle.

"Come here." Dumbledore placed the empty glass back on the table.

At this time, the spark circle gradually expanded.

Immediately afterwards, Blake walked in.

But he was holding a struggling house elf in his hand.

"Isn't this a house elf from Hogwarts?"

"Obviously not. I know every house elf in Hogwarts."

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and looked at Blake from above his half-moon glasses.

"There are hundreds of house elves at Hogwarts..."

"Actually, one hundred and thirty-five, Professor."

Blake said firmly.

Only his superb memory can remember every house elf.

Dumbledore couldn't help but be speechless.

"Okay.........what...what's going on?"

"Well, in today's Quidditch match, he manipulated the Bludger and broke Harry's arm.

"Harry is hurt?" Dumbledore frowned.

Harry Potter's identity is too special, and his injuries always make Dumbledore think too much.

"Yes, he has been admitted to the school hospital now.

"With a broken arm, he shouldn't be hospitalized, right?" Dumbledore looked at Blake suspiciously.

In the wizarding world, a broken arm can be cured with just a magic spell.

Madam Pomfrey helped people reattach the bones, and it only took a few seconds, so there was no need to be hospitalized at all.

"Well... Lockhart said he was going to set his bones, and then... Harry's entire arm was gone."

Blake keenly noticed that Dumbledore's beard began to tremble.

But obviously, this time it was because of him.

Dumbledore looked at Dobby again.

At this time, Dobby was under the watchful eye of the greatest wizard of this century.

He had already given up struggling.

So much so that when Blake put him down.

He couldn't even stand firmly and fell to the ground.

"I don't think a house elf would intentionally do something like this to harm a wizard.

"So, can you tell me why you did this?"

Dobby sat on the ground, sobbing.

"Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life.

"It's better to be sent home with serious injuries than to stay here, sir."

"Dobby just wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and sent home."

"Now, at Hogwarts, something terrible is going to happen soon, and may have already happened."

"Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself."

"The secret room has been opened again..."

Dobby froze, terrified.

Then, his eyes were fixed on the cup Dumbledore placed on the table.

"ah!"

He rushed forward, "wanting to pick up the cup and hit himself on the head.

However, Blake, who was prepared, lifted him up again.

"No! Let Dobby go...Dobby will punish himself!"

"Oh! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Dumbledore said softly: "You'd better calm down first."

He tapped Dobby's forehead lightly.

Dobby's violently struggling body immediately calmed down.

The eyeballs the size of ping pong balls began to close uncontrollably.

Not a moment later.

Dobby fell completely asleep.

Dumbledore looked at Blake.

"What do you think?"

Blake spread his hands, "Obviously, this is because we blocked the news about the secret room.

"So, this poor house elf doesn't know that we have solved the problem of the Chamber of Secrets."

"So, he thought Harry Potter was still in danger. So..."

"How should I put it, the starting point is good, but the approach seems to be a bit extreme.

"If he were allowed to save Harry like this, Harry might be sent away first..."

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, and we have blocked the information about the Chamber of Secrets. Therefore, unless the secret is leaked, it is basically impossible for outsiders to know about the Chamber of Secrets."

Blake said: "Obviously, this house elf named Dobby knew about the Chamber of Secrets before all of us at Hogwarts."

"Remember? When Harry started school, the passage was blocked. He had to fly to school in Mr. Weasley's car..."

"I suspect that Dobby also did it, because, at present, no one else has such a motive except him..."

"So, since he knows about this matter before all of us, then this proves one point, that is...whoever he works for is the initiator of this secret room incident. 11

Dumbledore clapped his hands softly, "Knowing insight, Blake... I thought so too.

"In other words, the diary that was stuffed into Ginny's textbook must have come from Dobby's owner.

"Dobby's personal admiration for Harry made him temporarily restrain his awe of his master, and tried every means to prevent Harry from going into danger.

"This is why he punished himself crazily after revealing key information."

"So, the key point of the question now is... who is Dobby's master."

"It's difficult to tell a house elf who his master is.

Blake said: "No need to ask, it's Lucius Malfoy."

"Oh?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Why?"

"Ginny told me that Mr. Weasley and Lucius Malfoy had a fight at Flourish and Blotts."

"I heard from Harry that Ginny's books were scattered all over the floor at that time."

"If you want to sneak an unobtrusive, ordinary diary into Ginny's textbook, that's your best chance."

"Moreover, only pure-blood families like the Malfoy family have servants who look like house elves."

"The most important thing is... It's normal for Lucius Malfoy to have Tom's old things at home, isn't it?"

"I heard that he used to have Tom's trust..."

Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed... He spent a lot of money to escape the crime. 17

"Then, can we..."

"Unfortunately, we can't do anything to him..." Dumbledore sighed.

"We have no direct evidence that Malfoy did these things."

"You can't expect a house elf to accuse his master."

"so......"

Blake curled his lips, "We know that he almost caused Hogwarts to bleed into a river of blood, but we can't do anything about him?"

This is really fucked up, this is the wizarding world, not the Muggle world.

No matter how tough your mouth is, you can be tough

Taking truth serum?

But obviously, the Ministry of Magic did not have the courage to drag Lucius Malfoy to the Ministry of Magic and give him a dose of Veritaserum.

"Although we can't convict him, there is still a way to make him pay some price."

A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

Blake blinked, knowing that the sinister old man was going to do something bad again.

"Arthur, don't you often join the search team to intercept cursed items?"

"I heard... As long as he receives a report, he can lead the team to take action..."

"Of course, there must be no such maliciously cursed Muggle items in Lucius's home."

"But... there are always things that you don't want to be seen, aren't you..."

Blake started clapping.

The secret room incident must be kept secret.

So Arthur Weasley is still holding back his anger.

In this way, Mr. Weasley can vent his anger and Lucius Malfoy pay a certain price for his actions.

Simply perfect!

"Well... As for Dobby..." Dumbledore looked at Dobby.

"Let him go back, but before that, you should tell him that we have solved the secret room incident.

"Although it's best to keep this matter a secret, but...if I don't tell him, I'm worried that he will continue to 'rescue' Harry."

Blake nodded, "Okay, I'll have a nice chat with him."

The dimensional door opened, and Blake stepped in with one step and disappeared into the principal's office.

Dumbledore sighed and turned to get his empty cup.

However, he was shocked to find out.

The cup that was originally empty was now filled with a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

Dumbledore smiled and picked up the hot cocoa.

"Haha, this kid... is really attentive."