Chapter 1,175

"Shh, keep your voice down." Fan Lin pulled Hermione. No matter what happened, the two of them missed this wonderful Quidditch match.

Although Fan Lin is not very good at Quidditch, he is still happy to see Harry being embarrassed.

"Why are we following him?" Hermione whispered.

Fan Lin did not answer, but controlled the wand to condense a pool of water in the corridor not far away.

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

"Malfoy...so, he and the two girls..." Hermione said hesitantly. It seemed that Malfoy and the two girls didn't shy away at all and just dragged them forward with their hands.

"Can't you hurry up, idiot. We don't have much time." Malfoy's roar came over, but it was lowered immediately.

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

"Let's follow." Fan Lin said, seeing Malfoy disappearing at the end of the corridor, he pulled Hermione and followed him quickly.

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

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

Fan Lin ran over quickly, only to hear a thud, and then Malfoy and the two girls disappeared.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

Fan Lin is a little unsure. Dumbledore should have sealed Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, but now...

"Is Harry telling the truth?" Hermione asked. "What is Malfoy really doing...?"

"I don't know, it's not a good thing anyway." Fan Lin shook his head. In order not to alert others, they had no choice but to leave here first.

Malfoy did not place the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. Perhaps because of the D.A., the Room of Requirement was no longer safe, but...

Malfoy doesn't know Parseltongue, so how did he enter Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and Dumbledore has promised to seal the Chamber of Secrets...

Voldemort gave Malfoy some reward?

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

"Shocking! The Gryffindor players were at odds with each other. The goalkeeper and the team's hunter and captain had a conflict. The reason behind it turned out to be this..."

"Hey, I have a photo here." Neville said, taking out Colin's camera. Now Colin had upgraded his Muggle camera early.

It can be clearly seen that a Bludger was hit on Harry's head by McLaggen, and then Harry lost control of the broom and fell.

"Hey, leave me some photos. I think Fred and George will need them." Fan Lin said cautiously, "Remember, you must..."

...

"It's great of you to come and keep me company," Ron grinned.

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

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

Harry felt that his head felt strangely heavy; he reached out to touch it and found that it was wrapped in a stiff bandage.

"What happened?" Harry was a little confused. He sat up and found Madam Pomfrey next to him, followed by Fan Lin and Hermione.

Fan Lin seems to be holding a photo in his hand...

"Broken head," Madam Pomfrey hurriedly put down the object in her hands, and then he pressed it on the pillow again.

"There's nothing to worry about. I'll fix it right away, but you'll have to lie here overnight. Don't push too hard for a few hours."

"Oh...I don't want to spend the night here," Harry said angrily. He sat up and lifted the quilt. "I'm going to find McLaggen and kill him."

"I'm afraid that's 'excessive force'," Madam Pomfrey pushed him firmly onto the bed, raised her wand and said in a threatening tone. "You have to stay here until I let you go, or I'll go find the principal."

She hurried back to the office, and Harry fell asleep on the pillow in annoyance.

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

"Yeah, I know," Fan Lin said apologetically. "The final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty."

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

"Oh, I think you may have some misunderstanding." Fan Lin said, "Gryffindor is sixty points. Since you left, it has basically been nothing. In the end, Hufflepuff's hunters caught the Golden Snitch."

"Great," Harry said furiously. "That's great! Just let me catch McLaggen—"

"Hey, man, you don't want to catch him, he's as big as a troll," Ron said wisely. "Personally, I think we'd better find a way to curse the prince with long toenails. Anyway, the rest of the team may have taken care of him before you got out, and they won't be happy either..."

There was a hint of uncontrollable joy in Ron's voice; Harry could tell Ron was ecstatic to know what a mess McLaggen had made.

"Oh, my god..." Harry felt a little bad. He lay there straight and stared at the small patch of light on the ceiling. The head that had just been cured didn't hurt. To be precise, it just felt like a bandage. The lower part is a bit fragile.

"I can hear the commentary from here," Ron laughed, his voice trembling. "I hope it's Luna who will commentate on the games from now on...Failure Syndrome..."

Harry was too angry to laugh at all in this situation, and after a while Ron's laughter finally subsided.

"Ginny came to see you when you were unconscious," Fanlin said empathetically. This was probably the news that Harry wanted to hear the most.

This made Harry's thoughts active again, and he quickly imagined a scene in his mind. Ginny was crying on his unconscious body, confessing to him how deep she was infatuated with him, and Ron was standing by. Bless them...

"By the way, she said you arrived in time before the game started. How could it be? You left here quite early." Ron finally remembered.

"Oh..." Harry said. Ron's words broke all the illusions in Harry's heart.

This made Fan Lin feel very cruel. You can't be so harsh on a patient, but these two should be considered patients.

"Yeah...well, I saw Malfoy sneaking back with two girls. The two girls didn't seem to want to follow him. This is the second time he didn't appear in the stadium with the whole school. He ran away from the last game, remember?" Harry sighed. "I wish I had followed him, we lost so miserably..."

"Don't be silly," said Ron sharply. "You can't miss a Quidditch match just to follow Malfoy, you're captain!"

"I just wonder what he's up to," Harry said. "Don't tell me it's all my imagination, especially after what 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 stipulates that only one person can plot any conspiracy here at a time! You Being obsessed with Malfoy, I mean, willing to miss the game just to follow him..."

Fanlin and Hermione were silent... Well, it would be better not to discuss this matter with Harry, at least until Harry gets better.

"I want to catch him red-handed!" Harry said in frustration. "I mean, where does he go every time he disappears 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're being watched?"

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

They fell silent.

Harry raised his head and stared at the circle of lights on the ceiling, thinking... If he had the power of Rufus Scrimgeour, he could arrange to track Malfoy, but unfortunately Harry was not satisfied. The Aurors in the full office were at his beck and call... He quickly thought of getting some help from the D.A..., but that would be problematic because everyone would miss classes; after all, most of them had a full schedule of.

"Oh, okay, Harry, rest in peace and recover." Fan Lin said comfortingly, "I think it won't be long, but I think Hermione and I should go back."

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

Ron didn't reply. He had fallen into a semi-trance state. McLagan's accident made him very happy. His position was saved in every sense.

Fanlin and Hermione left, and after a while, rumbles of snoring came from Ron's bed. After a while Madam Pomfrey emerged from the office, this time wearing a thick nightgown.

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

This was the third time he had been taken to the school hospital due to a Quidditch injury. The last time he'd fallen off his broomstick was because a dementor had appeared on the court, and the time before that was when all the bones in his arm had been removed by that hopelessly stupid Professor Lockhart. ... it was his most painful injury... He still remembered how painful it was to grow an entire arm bone overnight, and even an unexpected visitor could not alleviate his discomfort—— Harry sat up straight, his heart pounding, and the bandage slipped to the side.

He finally found the answer: there was a way to track Malfoy - how had he forgotten, why hadn't he thought of this before? But the question is, how to call him? how should I do it? Harry whispered tentatively into the darkness.

"Kreacher?" There was a loud snap, and scuffles and screams suddenly filled the quiet room. Ron yelled and woke up.

"What happened -?" Ron looked confused. He was dreaming about his return to the team, and then everyone expected him to be given the task of holding the Quidditch goal.

As for other songs, such as "Weasley is our king" and other ballads, oh, this is a simple sentence but it is pretty good.

However, all this was ruined... Ron couldn't help but feel a little dazed, he had not yet woken up from the joy.

Harry felt a little numb. He was not sure whether this loud noise would offend 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 that she would not run out.

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 of them wearing a rumpled maroon jumper and several woolen hats, the other with a dirty rag tied around his waist, like It's a loincloth.

At this time, there was another loud bang, and Peeves appeared above the two elves who were wrestling together.

"I saw it, silly baby Potter!" he yelled angrily at Harry, pointing at the fighting house elves below, and cackled loudly. "Look at these two quarreling little beasts, biting, biting, hitting, hitting--"

"Kreacher can't disrespect his master in front of Dobby, he can't, otherwise Dobby will gag Kreacher for him!" Dobby shouted in a sharp voice.

"-Kick! Catch!" Peeves shouted happily, and threw some chalk at them to further anger them. "Twist! Poke!"

"Kreacher was to say what his master thought, yes, and what kind of master he was, befriending a filthy Mudblood, and oh, what would poor Kreacher's mistress say-? "

They didn't know what Kreacher's mistress was going to say, because that's when Dobby stuffed his little gnarled fist into Kreacher's mouth, knocking out half of his teeth.

Harry no longer had any hope for Kreacher. Ever since Fan Lin threatened Kreacher and then got Regulus back, Kreacher's view of Fan Lin and Hermione had changed.

But what does this have to do with me, Harry Potter.

So, even though Harry is Kreacher's little master, can he gain respect from Kreacher?

If stupid Potter counts...

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

Peeves flew around the chandelier, screaming at them, "Poke his nostrils with your fingers, pluck his nose, pull his ears—"

Harry pointed his wand at Peeves and said, "Tongue lock!" Peeves grabbed his throat, choked, and flew out of the room, making obscene gestures but being speechless. , because his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth.

"Beautiful," Ron said appreciatively, lifting Dobby into the air to prevent his flailing limbs from touching Kreacher.

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

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

"Okay - I forbid you to fight! Well, Kreacher, I forbid you and Dobby to fight. Dobby, I know I don't have the power to order you... But Fanlin can, if you don't mind, I can He called over.

"Dobby is an obedient house elf. He can obey the orders of his master and anyone he likes. No matter what Harry Potter wants him to do, Dobby will do it." Dobby said, tears streaming down his face. It dripped down his wrinkled face and onto his jumper.

This was what was most intolerable to Harry, Dobby was always crying. (To be continued)