Chapter 1,176

"Okay then," Harry and Ron both let go of the elf in their hands, and they fell to the ground, but they didn't continue to fight.

"As long as you two don't fight, everything will be fine." Harry said, looking at the two elves in front of him with a headache.

"Dobby, why are you with Kreacher?" Harry asked first, and the only person he summoned was Kreacher.

"Master Al asked me to stay there," Dobby said, "and Master Al did not give Dobby any other instructions. Dobby preferred to come back here."

"Oh, of course, you can come back here..." Harry said with a headache. Based on his understanding of Fan Lin, Fan Lin definitely forgot about Dobby and stayed with Sirius. ..

Oh, and maybe Winky, the Crouch elf.

"So, Kreacher?"

"Master called me?" Kreacher said hoarsely. He bowed and glanced at Harry. His eyes clearly showed that he was not interested in Harry as his master. In fact, he couldn't blame Kreacher for this. .

Mrs. Black's influence on Kreacher was extremely profound. After all, even if you lock a normal person with a paranoid madman for a long time, the impact will be more or less far-reaching.

Especially after seeing Kreacher's loyalty to Regulus, Harry didn't intend to blame Kreacher, but letting him inherit...

Kreacher should leave it to Sirius.

"Yes, I called you," Harry said, glancing at Madam Pomfrey's office door to make sure the Whispering Charm was still in effect; there was no sign that she had heard the uproar.

"Actually, I want you to do something," Harry said.

"No matter what the master asks, Kreacher will do it," Kreacher bowed deeply, his lips almost touching the tumor-covered toes, "because Kreacher has no choice, but Kreacher is grateful for having such a master. And shame, yes—"

"Dobby is going to do it, Harry Potter!" Dobby screamed, his eyes as big as tennis balls filling with tears. "It's an honor for Dobby to help Harry Potter!"

Harry looked at the two house elves speechlessly, one was rude and the other was crazy?

Can't we just make a normal elf?

Winky is very capable, but she always cries.

"Hey, come to think of it, it might be better for you two to do it together," Harry said with a headache.

"Okay, then... I want you to follow Draco Malfoy." Harry ignored the mixed look of surprise and annoyance on Ron's face and continued, "I want to know where he went and who he met. What are you doing. I want you to follow him around the clock."

"Yes, Harry Potter!" Dobby said immediately, his big eyes shining with excitement. "If Dobby does something wrong, Dobby will throw himself off the tallest tower, Harry Potter!"

"No, it doesn't have to be that way," Harry said quickly. "Don't forget your El master...even though he may have forgotten you."

"Master wants me to stalk the youngest Malfoy son?" Kreacher said hoarsely. "Master wants me to spy on my old mistress' pureblood grandnephew?"

"That's him," Harry suddenly discovered a great danger and decided to take immediate measures to prevent it from happening. "And I forbid you to warn him, Kreacher, or tell him what you're going to do, or write him a note, or... or have any contact with him in any way. Do you understand?"

He saw that Kreacher seemed to be desperately looking for loopholes in the order he had just given, and Harry was waiting aside.

To his great satisfaction, after a moment, Kreacher bowed deeply and said with strong hatred, "Master is very thoughtful. Although Kreacher would rather be Malfoy's servant, Kreacher would rather be Malfoy's servant." Everything must obey the master's orders, oh, yes..."

"That's settled then," said Harry. "I want you to report to me regularly, but make sure you show up when no one is around me. Ron, Vanlin, and Hermione are fine. But don't tell anyone what you are doing. Just look like a couple." Just stick it to Malfoy like a bandage."

"As you command..." Kreacher was reluctant, but Dobby liked it very much.

"By the way, Kreacher, do you have any news about Sirius?"

"The master has not been home for a long time. Kreacher is very lucky that there are no dirty people to disturb the old master's purity."

"Really..." Harry was thinking that maybe Sirius was still lying in the hospital, and maybe he should write a letter to his godfather.

Harry and Ron left the hospital wing of the castle early the next morning. Under the careful care of Madam Pomfrey, Ron fully recovered and began to enjoy the benefits of poisoning and illness. The biggest benefit was that Hermione and Ron's friendship was restored.

Hermione even escorted them all the way to breakfast and brought them news of Ginny's fight with Dean.

This made Fan Lin and Harry breathe a sigh of relief. At least, Hermione forgave Ron, and the two of them no longer needed to continue the kind of life caught in the middle. Fan Lin was better off, but Harry felt very uncomfortable.

Ginny and Dean fighting, though?

? !

The monster lurking in Harry's heart immediately raised its head and started to stir, sniffing hopefully. "Why were they quarreling?"

He asked as casually as possible as they turned and walked onto the seventh floor corridor. It was empty except for a very young girl who was playing with a demon doll wearing a short gauze skirt.

When she saw these sixth graders approaching, she looked frightened and threw the heavy copper scale in her other hand to the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hermione said friendlyly, rushing over to help her pick up the things. "Here -" she tapped the broken scale with her wand and said, "Repair it as before."

The girl didn't say thank you, she just stood there and watched them pass by and leave.

This surprised Fanlin and others. There are such rude children in Hogwarts?

Think about the younger students in the first grade. They are all timid and as innocent as little white flowers.

"Oh, leave her alone!" Harry said impatiently. He couldn't wait to know something. "What were Ginny and Dean fighting about, Hermione?"

"Hey, yes, there is no need for Ginny and Dean to separate over a quarrel," Harry continued, trying to speak in a nonchalant tone. "Are they still together?"

"Yes, they're still together - but why are you so interested?" Hermione gave Harry a pointed look.

"I just don't want my Quidditch team to be in trouble again!" he replied hastily, but Hermione still looked at him suspiciously.

Explanations are useless, at least, Harry is attracted to Ginny, isn't he? Harry showed it too obviously.

Fan Lin poked Hermione, and then Hermione seemed to understand something, which made Harry a little uncomfortable. However, fortunately, a voice behind him called: "Harry!", which made Harry greatly relieved. Taking a deep breath, he took the opportunity to turn around.

"Oh, hi Luna."

"I just went to the hospital in the castle wing to meet you," Luna said, digging through her bag. "But they say you've left—"

She stuffed something that looked like a green onion, a huge poisonous mushroom, and a large ball of cat litter-like stuff into Ron's hands, and finally pulled out a dirty parchment roll and handed it to Harry.

"Oh, Dean laughed about McLaggen hitting you with the Bludger," said Hermione.

"This is quite funny." Fan Lin said sincerely. It is really a rare thing for Harry to fail in Quidditch. Think about how proud Harry was at the beginning. As a Quidditch player, Goal, and then have his leg broken by a teammate midway?

"That's not funny at all!" Hermione rolled her eyes. She really couldn't agree with Fanlin's bad taste. "This is too bad! If Kurt and Pix hadn't caught Harry in time, he would have been seriously injured!"

"The commentary for the last game was great!" Ron said to Luna as she took back the green onions, poisonous mushrooms and cat litter.

Luna smiled vaguely, "You're kidding me, right?" she said. "Everyone says I'm scary."

"No, I'm serious!" Ron said sincerely. "I don't remember hearing such a wonderful explanation before! Also, what is this?" He raised the onion-like thing to his eyes.

"Oh, here's the chanterelle root," she said, stuffing the wad of cat litter and poisonous mushrooms back into her bag. "You can keep it if you like. I still have a lot of them. It's good at blocking the Big Mouth Monster..."

Then Luna walked away. This crazy woman didn't show any nostalgia, leaving Ron there giggling, still holding the godi root in his hand.

"You see, I'm growing on her, Luna, I mean," he said as they continued walking down the hall. "I know she's a little jumpy, but with good intentions..."

Ron suddenly stopped talking. Lavender Brown was standing at the bottom of the marble stairs with an angry look on his face.

"Hi," Ron said nervously.

"...I was ordered to give you this." Lavender said angrily and thrust something into Harry's hand.

It was a small parchment, and Harry immediately recognized it as another lesson announcement from Dumbledore.

"Tonight," he told the others as soon as he opened the parchment. "Fan Lin, Dumbledore also called you."

Fan Lin glanced at the note and said he understood.

"So, let's go." Fan looked at Ron with a smile, and they left quickly.

Ron showed up at the breakfast table an hour and a half later, knowingly annoyed that even though he and Lavender were sitting next to each other, Harry hadn't seen them say a word to each other.

It's incredible, but think about it, the way Ron and Lavender get along...

Well, Ron had to pay something to reconcile, but obviously, Ron said the wrong thing during the first meeting, and Lavender was a little angry. Maybe Romidal's incident deeply hurt Lavender. Bonaventure.

However, Fan Lin felt that this was because Ron wanted to die and not see Lavender.

At least, Ron wouldn't be in a good mood until tonight.

However, in a rare act of mercy, Hermione decided to help Harry check his homework, which did not exist a few days ago because Harry would lend his homework to Ron.

However, looking at Ron's state...

Studying quietly is bound to be an extremely difficult thing.

However, Harry still didn't wait for Ron to come back.

"Listen, I have to get to Dumbledore quickly or I'll be late..."

Hermione didn't answer, but lazily crossed out the inappropriate sentences in his article.

Harry grinned and hurried through the portrait hole to the Headmaster's office.

It was a rare moment of relaxation, without having to worry about whether I would be beaten up by the professor tomorrow, and then Ron recovered and something interesting happened?

According to Fan Lin's approach, this is not called schadenfreude. As friends, we feel deeply saddened by what happened to Ron.

And most importantly, Lavender finally stopped pestering Harry with questions about Ron.

The monster statue jumped to the side after receiving the password "Toffee finger cookies". Fan Lin and the two rushed up the spiral staircase, step by step, and knocked on the door at eight o'clock.

"Come in." Dumbledore called from inside, but when Fan Lin reached out to push the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Standing Professor Trauni.

"Aha!" she exclaimed, pointing dramatically at Fanlin and Harry, her eyes blinking behind her magnifying glasses.

"So, that's why I was unceremoniously kicked out of your office, Dumbledore!"

"My dear Sybil," said Dumbledore, a little angrily, "there was nothing casual at all. The two of them did have an appointment with me, and I really don't think we had anything to do with that. That's easy to say..."

"Very good," Professor Troney seemed shocked. "If you don't get rid of that old horse that's taking up the spot, then well - maybe I'll find another school that respects my talents more..."

She pushed open the door and disappeared down the spiral staircase; they heard her stumble on the way down, and Harry guessed she tripped over one of her dragging shawls.

"Please close the door and sit down, you two," Dumbledore said tiredly. The two men did as they were told, and they took their old seats in front of Dumbledore's desk, noticing that the Pensieve was once again among them, but next to it were two crystal vials filled with spinning memories.

"So, Professor Trauni is still angry about Fei Zelen's teaching?" Fan Lin asked. Compared to Trauni, Firenze is obviously more suitable for this position.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "The divination class is much more troublesome than I expected... I have never learned how to predict before. I can neither let Fezeron return to the Forbidden Forest... he has been driven out from there, nor can I let Sybil Trelawney left school, and because she had been living among us, she had no idea of ​​the dangers outside the school castle. You see, she didn't know—and I didn't think it was wise to tell her—that she had done that. Regarding Harry and Voldemort's prophecy." Dumbledore sighed deeply and continued, "But don't worry about my teachers' questions. We have more important things to discuss. First of all, Harry. Didn't you finish the homework I left for you in last class?"

"Ah," Harry hesitated, because of a lot of things: Apparition class, Quidditch, Ron's poisoning, his own head injury and his obsession with finding out what Draco Malfoy was going to do. Harry had almost forgotten that Dumbledore had asked him to retrieve Professor Slughorn's memory.

"Well, I asked Professor Slughorn for it after Potions, Professor, but, uh, he wouldn't give it to me."

Dumbledore paused, then fell into silence.

After a while...

"I understand." Dumbledore finally spoke. He looked at the two people from the top of his half-moon glasses, which as usual made Harry feel like he was looking in a mirror.

Have you done all you can with this? Have you used all your brains? Have you tapped into all your wisdom to get this memory? (To be continued)