The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 203 Your information is a bit outdated!

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch!"

"The game is over, Gryffindor wins!"

On the Quidditch field, Jordan's voice was deafening. He roared like crazy, and the little wizards in the whole school fell into madness.

Even their opponents.

The Ravenclaw players also looked at Harry with respect.

"What a madman!" Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw team, slowly landed next to Harry and stood beside him, looking at the man who fell in the mud with his left hand still hanging. The boy holding the golden snitch couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in his heart.

This is a formidable opponent.

On the Gryffindor side, Wood, who was covered in mud, was the first to rush down. As the goalkeeper, his attention was on Harry at the last moment.This guy - he was about to cry. The rain and tears on his face blended together. Suddenly, various emotions including shock, emotion, and anxiety were superimposed on each other, making his head dizzy and somewhat accepting. Can't understand this reality.

"Smashed to pieces!"

A red curse whizzed past the Gryffindor stands and hit the out-of-control Bludger.

In a burst of sparks, a firework exploded in the sky.

"Let's go to the campus hospital!" Anthony withdrew his wand. He did not walk off the court directly, but ran towards the castle with Hermione and Ron.

Just now he saw George and Fred lifting Harry.They must be going to the school hospital.

Along the mountain road, they ran all the way back to the castle.

Through the stairs of the hall, the campus hospital on the second floor is directly above the auditorium.

At this time, many people have gathered here.

It took Anthony and the others a while to get down from the stands.

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As soon as they entered the infirmary, they heard Sirius's voice.

"How is he?" Godfather gathered around Harry's hospital bed, looking at Madam Pomfrey walking over, and asked anxiously.

"It's okay, just a broken bone." Madam Pomfrey came over carrying a large bottle. "Now that his bones have been reattached, he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow after drinking this tonic."

Hearing this, all the Gryffindor players who surrounded Harry breathed a sigh of relief, especially Wood.

This life-threatening belief in playing is what he constantly instills in his players.

"Don't be sad!" Harry had woken up at this time, with a smile on his weak face. "Didn't we win?"

"Yes, Harry, that catch of yours is really amazing, it's so wonderful, I've never seen you do it so beautifully."

Wood was standing aside, his face covered with mud, but he also had an uncontrollable smile.

"It's all your fault!" Aaliya said to Wood angrily, "Either catch the Golden Snitch or die on the field! - I think you are really confused to keep saying this. side."

She is the Chaser on the team and is good friends with Angelina.

"At least we won." Harry said weakly. He didn't want to see the team create gaps because of him. There were still three Gryffindor games ahead, and they had to cheer up.

Although they barely won this time, it was a miserable victory as well as a defeat.

The score was only ten points ahead.

So today, Ravenclaw is still No. 1.

"Okay! Get out. The patient needs to rest. Didn't you see that he is already very weak?" At this time, Madam Pomfrey turned around and glared at the Gryffindor team members who were covered in mud and looked like drowned rats.

"This is a hospital! Do you understand?" She roared angrily. These children are really careless.The game is really life-threatening.

"Everyone, get out, Harry, we'll come see you tomorrow!" Sirius stroked Harry's little head and said softly, and then chased away the little wizards who were watching like ducks.

And this naturally includes Anthony and Hermione.

Anthony didn't care. He was relieved after seeing that Harry didn't suffer any internal injuries. This is the wizarding world. For Ms. Pomfrey, no matter how serious the injury the wizard received, as long as he didn't die immediately, she would be able to do it. Cure you.

The premise is that the source of the damage must be physical damage.For example, the little wizard fell down, or it was caused by a bad stomach, etc. Once the wound was caused by black magic, there was nothing she could do.

This is why Moody is lame and missing an eye.Because those injuries were caused by black magic, doctors had no way to solve the 'curse' damage caused by black magic.

An injury like Harry's, whose arm could be twisted with a comminuted fracture and could only be amputated in a Muggle hospital, was actually very easy to treat.

I think it will be fine by tomorrow.

Soon, Harry was the only one left in the ward, and he gradually felt sleepy, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

After a long time, when the sky outside the window was already dark and dark, Harry suddenly woke up.

It was pitch black all around.

Then, he suddenly felt a friction coming from his forehead. Someone was wiping off his sweat again?

"Who?" he said loudly.

In the darkness, a short guy fell from the bed and hit the ground with a bang. In this dark room, the sound was particularly obvious.

"House elf?" Harry turned his head and looked at the figure who looked like he was wrapped in a rag and holding his head in surprise.

He had seen this kind of creature before when an elf delivered meals to Gryffindor Tower. Hermione was furious about this, but it was Anthony who persuaded her.

"Are you here to deliver dinner?" He subconsciously thought it was the house elf from Hogwarts.

Speaking of which, Harry did not meet Dobby during the summer vacation. In July, he first lived with Ms. Dorothy for a while, and then was invited by Anthony to Buckingham Palace. He stayed with the Dursleys for no more than two weeks. He moved in with Ron in August.

"Harry Potter, are you hungry? Dobby, Dobby go find something to eat." With that said, Dobby covered his big head and was about to leave.

"No need." Harry shouted and lay there all afternoon. To be honest, he didn't feel very hungry when he just woke up.

"Squeak!" At this moment, the door of the school hospital was suddenly pushed open.

The frightened Dobby quickly snapped his fingers, and then disappeared into the aisle.

"Hey! Are you awake?" The visitors were none other than Anthony and Ron. During dinner time, he came to deliver food to Harry.

Ron was holding a pile of sweets, Hermione was holding glasses of pumpkin juice, and Anthony was holding a piece of cake.

They gathered around Harry's bed.

"Thank you." Harry said with some emotion.

"Hey! Job, why are you being polite to us?" Ron placed the candy on Harry's bed, and then continued: "How do you feel?"

"Much better," said Harry.

He shook his right hand and said, "It's amazing, just a few hours."

"It's nothing." Hermione handed him a glass of pumpkin juice, "Even if you have no bones, Madam Pomfrey can make you grow back."

"Have you ever heard of the Bone Spirit?"

"No—" Harry replied quietly.

"Okay, Hermione, can you please stop showing off your clever head?" Ron frowned and said displeased, what a beautiful night, why do you have to talk about boring things like potions!

"Oh! This is really not boring." Anthony immediately interjected: "Harry, your left hand was broken into several pieces. Madam Pomfrey gave you a small amount of bone spirit. And this potion is from Bo Invented by the ancestors of the Te family."

"Huh?" Harry raised his head and looked at Anthony in surprise. This was the first time he heard about his family's deeds.

"Legend has it that in the twelfth century, the ancestor of the Potter family, Linfred, lived in a village called Stinchcombe. He was a pioneer pharmacist and invented many potions. At that time, there was no "Law of Secrecy" Yeah! He often uses the magic potion he invented to heal the surrounding villagers."

"Because he was a wizard, he never worked in the fields, so everyone called him the potterer. Linfred had seven children in total. When he died, he left an objective sum for each son. Linfred's eldest son Hadwin married Iolanth Peverell and started a new family. They took their father's nickname as their surname, which is the origin of (potterer) Potter." Anthony Continue counting.

"Linfred invented many medical potions, some of which later evolved into bone spirits and refreshing potions."

"Wow! Harry, your family still has such a story." Ron exclaimed, then turned to look at Anthony and asked in confusion: "How do you know so much, even about Harry's family? .

"There is a book in the library that introduces the origin of wizards' surnames. You can look through it when you have time, in case you can find your own name!" Anthony explained in a hurry. However, this time he did not lie. There are books dedicated to introducing the history of wizard families, and there are more than one. Many wizard scholars in Europe rely on this for their livelihood.

"Okay, I'll definitely go back and take a look." Harry, who was stunned by Anthony, replied dully.

"Right Harry?" Anthony suddenly asked.

"what happened?"

"Did you meet any, uh— house elves or anything tonight?"

The moment he saw the out-of-control Bludger, Anthony realized that Dobby was hiding in Hogwarts Castle.

There were so many things that happened this semester that he couldn't wait to see another one.

The key is that it's too late, it's almost April, the semester is almost over, and Dobby is still here to torture Harry.The elf's mind was indeed something he couldn't figure out.

"Ah! Yes, I was here just now. What was it called - Dobby? Yes, it's called Dobby!"

"Were you there just now?" Anthony understood in his mind, and then looked towards the vacant beds in the school hospital and the corners that were out of sight.

He can guarantee that that little thing is definitely still here.

"Speaking of which, it actually came to save you, Harry. Do you remember the basilisk we saw that day in - um - Snape's secret room?"

"That! A big snake more than ten meters long! I really don't know who killed it." Ron raised his head and sighed.

"That place is actually Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets." Anthony explained: "It is said that Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin House, built this secret chamber in secret. He himself was very opposed to the admission to Hogwarts. A Muggle-born wizard. Eventually he parted ways with the three other people who founded Hogwarts due to different ideas. When he left, he left the Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts and a basilisk in the Chamber, with the purpose of eliminating the Mudbloods. .”

"Huh? Is there such a thing?" Ron shouted after hearing this: "No wonder Slytherin is rich in dark wizards. It turns out that it is the evil dark lord at its root."

As he spoke, he seemed to recall the ugly statue of Salazar on the wall in the secret room, "What a crazy old man!"

"Then what?" Hermione asked urgently.

"In 1942, a certain unnamed Mr. Tom Riddle opened the secret chamber and caused the death of a young wizard."

"Someone is dead? Who is it?" Ron asked.

"Guess! You've seen it before." Anthony looked at Hermione with an expectant look.

"Um - we've met before, but everyone died - oh! You said she turned into a ghost! I know - it's Elizabeth Warren." Hermione suddenly realized.

"Elizabeth Warren? Who is that?" Ron asked broadly.

Hermione glanced at Ron with disgust, then continued to explain: "Myrtle Elizabeth Warren! The ghost in the girls' bathroom on the third floor, the ghost in the entire Hogwarts, she is the only one wearing school uniform. That is to say, she is the only one who is a little wizard. Didn’t you even think of this?”

"Then what? Anthony, what does this have to do with Dobby." Harry ignored Hermione and Ron's daily quarrels and continued to ask about Dobby.

"Then you have to know who Dobby's owner is first." Anthony chuckled, looking around the school hospital.

"Master? Isn't he an elf from Hogwarts?"

"No! He is from a pure-blood family."

"Malfoy! It must be Malfoy!" Ron said without thinking, "Only those families that have been passed down for a long time will have creatures like house elves. Harry, it must be here to harm you."

Um - Hearing this, Anthony couldn't help but glance at Ron. Although this guy was dull, he would suddenly become very clever every time he encountered something related to the Malfoy family.

"No! Dobby didn't want to harm Harry Potter. Dobby just wanted Harry Potter to go home. Ah! Sir, you didn't catch the train last year, why don't you go home?"

In the darkness, across Harry's bed, on another bed, and behind the bed curtain, an elf suddenly jumped out.It is very short, with bat-like ears, a slender nose, and protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls.

"Huh? How do you know I didn't catch the train?"

Dobby's lips quivered, and Harry was suddenly suspicious.

"It was you who did it!" he said slowly. "It was you who sealed the wall and prevented us from passing through!"

"That's right, sir." Dobby said, nodding desperately and slapping his two big ears. "Dobby hid nearby, waiting for Harry Potter, and then sealed the passage. Dobby had to burn himself with an iron afterwards. hand."

"But Dobby doesn't care, sir. Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now. Dobby never imagined that Harry Potter would actually take another route to school!"

He was rocking back and forth, his big ugly head moving.

"Dobby was so shocked when he heard that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts that he burned the master's dinner! It was such a severe whipping. Dobby had never experienced it before, sir..."

"I don't care what Malfoy eats. Do you know that you almost got me and Ron expelled?" Harry yelled angrily, grabbing the candy on the bed and throwing it towards Dobby.

"Don't be like this, Harry, it's so pathetic." Hermione quickly stretched out her hand to stop Harry from throwing the candy.

There were indelible bruises on Dobby's body, arms, and calves, and it was obvious at a glance that his life in the Malfoy family must have been difficult.

Hermione couldn't help but think of what Anthony had said before, and she felt even more indignant in her heart.

"Don't stop me, Hermione. Ron is right, it was sent by Malfoy. Think about that guy, he has long wanted us to be expelled from Hogwarts."

"No! Not Dobby. It was Dobby himself. No one caused it." Dobby said in a panic, his big head swaying and his eyes filled with tears.

It wiped its nose with the corner of the dirty pillowcase it was wearing. It looked pitiful. This succeeded in reducing the anger in Harry's heart a lot.

Looking at the pillowcase that Dobby was wearing, which symbolized slavery, Harry's mind gradually became clear. He knew what it meant. House elves were just slaves of their masters. They could not resist any of their master's orders, even if Malfoy asked him to die. , it can only give itself one blow.How could I blame such a miserable creature!

Originally, Harry had already put down his anger, until Dobby wiped his bulging eyes and suddenly said: "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would definitely be able to make -"

"Your Bludger?" The anger in Harry's heart roared, and then it jumped up again, "What do you mean, your Bludger? You let that Bludger hit me and kill me. ?”

"Sure enough, you evil little thing, I am ready to forgive you, but you actually want to kill me!" Harry stared at Dobby with wide eyes.

Ron's reaction was even greater.A house elf was trying to murder a wizard, oh my God!What a terrible thing this was. He couldn't help but recall what Anthony had said some time ago about the relationship between elves and wizards.

Suddenly Ron felt a chill running down his spine. Could it be that everything he said was right?Will wizards become slaves to elves in the future?

"No, I didn't kill you!" Dobby yelled, and then replied in horror: "Sir, Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home after being seriously injured than to stay here. , Sir. Dobby just wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and sent home!"

"Oh? That's it? Do you think I will believe it?" Harry asked angrily, "I guess you won't tell me why you want me to be sent home in pieces, will you?"

"Oh, I wish Harry Potter knew!" Dobby groaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase. "Oh, I wish he knew what he meant to those of us humble, suffering people in the wizarding world. What does it mean to enslave little people! Dobby has not forgotten what it was like when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at his most powerful."

"Sir! People treated us house-elves like vermin, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby that way, sir," he admitted, wiping his face on the pillowcase again.