Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

When Dobby woke up.

What I saw was a blue sky.

And he was lying on a patch of grass.

Dobby shook his head and sat up.

Not far away, a big blue bird was looking at him with its head tilted.

Dobby looked around.

I found that this place seemed to be somewhere in a grassland.

Blue sky, endless grassland.

However, there is a door not far away, standing there alone.

It seems very abrupt.

"Crack!"

Just when Dobby was stunned.

The door was opened.

A little wizard walked in.

"Uh! It's...it's you..."

Dobby couldn't help but tremble all over after seeing Blake.

In his eyes, this little wizard was really terrifying.

Not even Professor Dumbledore is as scary as him!

"woke up?"

"Dobby...Is Dobby going to die?"

Dobby hunched over and looked at Blake tremblingly.

"Death? No...why should we kill you?"

Blake had two extra stools in his hand.

He placed the stool on the grass.

"Please sit down, Dobby, I think we can talk instead.

"O...Dobby...please sit down?"

Dobby looked at Blake, suddenly no longer so fearful.

In his world view, anyone who can say please to a house elf is not a bad witch.

Dobby felt a little better.

He reluctantly stood up and climbed onto the high stool in front of him.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Uh... Dobby... Dobby no..."

Before Dobby could finish his words of rejection, he found a cup of steaming black tea in his hand.

"Dobby...Dobby...oooooo!"

Dobby suddenly burst into tears. 29 Big tears fell down.

His hands were shaking so much that he almost couldn't hold the cup in his hand.

"Why are you crying...How can I talk to you about things like this?"

Blake said helplessly.

In fact, he had secretly explored Dobby's soul when he was in a coma.

Not to read his memory.

But to explore whether the house elves were enslaved because of magic or brainwashing.

However, before this incident, he had never done such an exploration with his own house elves.

This time it was just a spur of the moment, pure curiosity.

Then he discovered that there was no magic

Just pure brainwashing.

The house elves are a race that, generation after generation, has made it their duty to serve their masters.

It's all due to the purest form of brainwashing.

The kind that doesn't have any magic at all.

It is precisely because of this that outliers like Dobby appear.

There is no magic restriction, just brainwashing.

There will always be some individuals who will awaken to different thoughts.

Just like Dobby in front of me.

He already felt something was wrong with this kind of thinking.

Finally, Dobby calmed down.

Blake then said: "This time I mainly want to tell you one thing."

"That is, we already know about the problem of the secret room and have completely solved it.

"It's just that for some reasons, it was not made public.

"Some time ago, we took a three-day holiday on Halloween just to destroy the monster in the secret room.

"Now...it's over." Blake spread his hands.

"The monster in the secret room is a basilisk, and now it is dead.

"So, you don't have to save Harry Potter anymore. If you do, he will die."

Dobby looked at Blake in shock.

"That's... great!"

After Dobby reacted, he cried with joy.

"Harry Potter doesn't have to leave his beloved Hogwarts, and he doesn't have to be in danger!"

"That's great!"

"Thank you! Great sir! Dobby knows that it must have been you and Professor Dumbledore who figured out the danger, right?"

Blake spent some more time before he managed to comfort Dobby.

"Okay, now that you know it, you can go back.

"Can...Dobby go back?"

I heard I can go back.

There was not much joy in Dobby's eyes.

"What? Don't you want to go back to your master?"

"Dobby...Dobby...ugh! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Blake, who was well prepared, held Dobby down when he was about to harm himself.

Finally, Dobby collapsed to the ground helplessly.

"You are a special elf, Dobby, so..."

Blake thrust a small bottle into his hand.

"If one day you want to run towards the goal in your heart...then drink this."

"But please note that if you drink this, there is a half chance that you will die, but there is also a half chance that you will get what you want."

"How you choose depends on your own consciousness...

Dobby looked at Blake in surprise.

Blake also looked at him quietly.

Blue pupils seem to be able to see through people's hearts

Dobby suddenly whispered: "Dobby... Before Dobby leaves, can you visit Harry Potter alone?"

Early the next morning, Harry left the school hospital.

The bones in his arms have grown back.

Although it is still very stiff to use, it is much better than the previous "rubber gloves".

For a moment, Harry thought he was going to lose his arm forever.

Fortunately, thanks to Madam Pomfrey! Thanks to the Bone Spirit!

As for Lockhart…..

Now Harry had the urge to knock all his teeth out.

The house elf named Dobby came to him last night and said that he was responsible for everything.

Harry was actually very angry at first.

However, Dobby's intentions were good.

Unlike Lockhart...who doesn't care about his own level in order to be in the limelight!

If only someone could teach him a lesson.

With this thought in mind, Harry came to the auditorium and prepared to have breakfast.

"Scarhead! You are lucky this time!"

From a distance, Malfoy said harshly to him.

"Haha, it's not that I'm lucky, it's that someone is stupid.

Harry raised his arm, which was not yet fully flexible, and put it to his ear.

"Oh...if I remember correctly, the Golden Snitch was at your place at that time?"

Facing Harry's precise last strike, Malfoy turned pale.

He was really not having a good time these days.

Everyone was very dissatisfied with him for handing over the victory that was coming to him.

Harry's provocation made his emotions suddenly explode.

"Scarhead! I want to duel with you!"

"Duel? Are you sure? Your two followers are not following you now!"

Just when Harry and Malfoy were facing each other and were about to start having sex.

"Duel? I heard someone talking about a duel?"

"Believe me! You won't find anyone better at dueling than me!"

"Perhaps I can give you some useful advice!"

Harry didn't need to look back to know who the annoying guy was.

However, now that Lockhart is here.

Then the fight won't start.

After all, Lockhart is considered a professor.

"Oh... Harry! Is your arm okay?"

"You don't need to thank me, I just simply connected your arm for you so that you can recover the next day..."

Hearing these words, Harry almost went crazy.

I want your help?

If you didn't help me, I would have been discharged from the hospital right then

No! I have to go, otherwise I really want to hit him...

After Harry glared at Malfoy fiercely, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Oh! Harry, if you want to learn about dueling, you can come to me!"

Lockhart's annoying voice came again.

Harry wanted to ignore him, but...

Lockhart's words reminded him.

There seems to be only one person in Hogwarts who can teach Lockhart a lesson.

"Professor Lockhart, since you are good at dueling, then... I think you can apply to be the guidance professor of the dueling club."

You know, last year's Duel Club, the instructor was embarrassing.

"So, the Duel Club is currently short of a mentor."

After hearing what Harry said, a look of joy flashed across Lockhart's face.

Duel club? Instruct students to duel?

Aha! Such a great way to stand out! Why didn’t I think of that before?

Lockhart ran a hand through his kind blond hair.

"Ahem...since you are so eager for me to join...then..."

"As you wish, I will join the Duel Club and become the Duel Club's instructor!"

"Haha! The legendary wizard Lockhart will personally teach you his dueling techniques! You are lucky!"

Lockhart was seen leaving in a hurry.

The corners of Harry's mouth turned up slightly.

You can show off wherever you go, but if you want to show off in front of Blake...

......hehe!

He was already looking forward to the meeting between Lockhart and Blake.

As the president of the Duel Club, Blake is bound to have an encounter with his instructor.

"Scarhead, I sense your discomfort... Malfoy glared at Harry and said.

"Haha, does it have anything to do with you? If you are not convinced, then come to the 910 Duel Club and I will teach you how to behave!"

"Who is afraid of whom!"

Friday night.

It's the duel club's club activity day.

In the past, it was Blake, the president and vice president of the dueling club, Penello, who demonstrated some dueling spells.

Then let everyone practice freely.

But today, something seems different.

All duel club members were notified.

At six o'clock on Friday night, we will gather in the activity room.

The Duel Club will have a new instructor.

Everyone was excited when they received the notification.

With an instructor, tonight’s class will definitely be more exciting!

The excitement is different from others.

Blake felt like she was in a terrible mood right now.

"Senior Penello...didn't you agree to ask Professor Flitwick to be your advisor?"

"You know, Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young!"

"There is no one more suitable than him!"

Penello placed the stack of forms back on the table.

She said helplessly: "I know too...but Professor Flitwick happens to be unavailable these days.

"He is preparing to finish this period of work and come back to be a tutor."

"Then...who would have thought that Professor Lockhart would actually jump in line!"

Blake frowned and said: "Why can he become the advisor if he wants to be the advisor... Does Professor Dumbledore know?"

"Of course I know! Professor Dumbledore agreed." Penello said.

"Ah..." Blake scratched his head hard.

He felt that Dumbledore was a little old and confused.

Blake didn't believe that a sinister old man like Dumbledore didn't know that Lockhart was a parallel importer.

But he not only asked Lockhart to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Now he actually agreed to be the instructor of the Duel Club!

What on earth does he want to do...

"Okay! Blake, don't think about this now, you'd better make preparations early."

"what to prepare?"

"You are the president of the duel club! Tonight's club activity class. You have to have a demonstration duel with the instructor."

Blake heard this and said oh expressionlessly.

....... Then you do need some preparation. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might accidentally beat him to death..."