Chapter 142： Kill the little monster Dobby

Chapter 142 Killing Little Monster Dobby

"I can't just leave it like that." Harry was scared after thinking of it.

At that time, he was full of thoughts about catching the Golden Snitch, only thinking about winning the game, but he never thought of the consequences. But now looking at the broken arm, thinking about the ball rushing towards his head on the court one after another, I only feel a chill on the back of his head and a sore neck.

Just here, the door to the ward opened again, and Gryffindor's teammates came to see Harry. All of them are muddy, they haven't had time to change their clothes.

"Harry, you did a great job today." Fred said happily. "I just saw Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy, saying that they have a winning ticket, all because of Malfoy. He didn't complete his mission. Saying he couldn't even spot the golden snitch in front of him, Malfoy was so angry that his face was gloomy."

"Slytherin gained a huge advantage by relying on the broomstick, but in the end lost the game." Alia looked excited, this time it was really hungry. Slytherin was too despicable and kept shooting at the girls. Fortunately, Harry caught the Golden Snitch at the last minute.

The team members brought food to celebrate the victory, including cakes, sweets, and juice. They were all around Harry, as if they were having a celebration party.

Unfortunately, Madam Pomfrey roared and rushed in, "This child needs a rest, he broke his bone."

Madam Pomfrey drove everyone else out of the hospital.

Harry stayed alone in the quiet ward, and when he was tired, he immediately approached him, and he immediately lost consciousness.

After some time, Harry became conscious again, and the room was quiet and dark, frightening. Suddenly, he was horrified to find that something terrible was touching his forehead.

"Get out of the way," he yelled, and immediately recognized it, "Dobby!" Voldemort's house elf.

Harry drew back desperately, his movable hands constantly fumbled around, trying to grab anything that could be used as a weapon, "Damn, the academy has never been safe, I didn't even bring my wand with me."

He caught a sharp object, a candlestick for holding candles, and he quietly hid the candlestick behind him, his mind was slightly settled.

A terrible voice came from the darkness, "Harry Potter is back to Hogwarts."

"Dobby warned Potter over and over again, ah, Potter, why don't you believe Dobby's warning? Harry Potter didn't catch the train, so why didn't he go home?"

Harry leaned against the wall, felt the hard, sharp candlestick behind him, and was prepared.

"What do you want to do?" Harry snapped. "How did you know I didn't catch the train?" He immediately became suspicious and reacted.

"You did it." He said affirmatively, "You threatened me and blocked the wall and wanted to drive us out of the college."

"That's it, sir!" Dobby's gloomy voice looked terrifying, "Dobby was hiding aside, waiting for Harry Potter, and seeing him appear, he blocked the passage with magic power. For this, Dobby had to use it. The iron burned his own hands."

He showed his ten terrifying bandaged fingers, "But Dobby doesn't care, Dobby believes Harry Potter is safe now. Dobby never expected that Harry Potter would have passed other methods. Back to Hogwarts."

He shook his ugly body, his deformed and twisted head kept swinging, and said viciously.

"When Dobby knew that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts, Dobby was very upset, and Dobby burned his master’s dinner. For this, he was beaten severely. This is something Dobby has never Experienced. Sir"

Harry yelled fearlessly, "You don't want to threaten me. You almost got fired from Ron and me, but I will never give in to you and your master."

"You'd better get out of here while I'm still injured, or I'll kill you this dirty monster."

Dobby smiled slightly and disdainfully, "Dobby has long been used to the threat of death, and Dobby can hear it five or six times a day at home."

He continued, "Harry Potter must leave Hogwarts, and Dobby thought he could do it with his roaming ball."

"Your roaming ball?" Harry's tone was cold and killing intent. "You threaten me not to succeed, so you want your roaming ball to kill me."

Harry was holding the candlestick tightly in his hand, and the murderer who just wanted to kill him had been found, the ugly monster in front of him that had attacked him three times.

At this moment, he was no longer angry, but like the immortal snow, his whole body was cold. At this time, the cold candlestick in his hand seemed to have heat, conveying anger and killing intent.

"I didn't want to kill you, sir, Dobby didn't kill you." The little monster said with a look of surprise. "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life. He was crippled and sent home. Here. Sir, Dobby just wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and then driven home."

"Oh!" Harry's eyes were cold, his heart was cold, and his people were cold.

He felt like he almost laughed. The crazy and ugly little monster in front of him tried to frame him several times, wanted him to be imprisoned in the dark and terrible Uncle Vernon’s house, wanted him to be kicked out of the academy, and manipulated to roam. ball. Pointed to his head again and again, and tried to break his neck again and again. It turned out to be to save him, it was really a "good" little monster.

"I blamed you, Dobby." Harry said expressionlessly. "Dobby, come here a little bit. Come in front of me. I want to thank you very much."

The little monster ran over flattered, UU reading www. uukānshu.com "No thanks, sir, this is what Dobby should"

The words stopped abruptly, its eyes widened, and he looked at the gloomy boy in front of him with an incredible face and eyes like stars.

A trace of unbearable flashes across Harry's face, but then he returned to the cold of the eternal ice and snow, and he let go. Looking at the monster whose temple was pierced by a candlestick, he quietly fell to the ground.

He whispered, "In order to thank you for not killing me directly, but just hoping that I am disabled, I decided to let you die a little faster, and I will bury you."

Suddenly, someone came in.

"I'm sorry! I didn't go to watch your game. If I were there, I might be able to spot the murderer so that you wouldn't get hurt." George walked in with an annoyed look.

He has been busy making ghost books recently and has to study other uses of phantom energy, so many unimportant things have not been paid attention to. I didn't go to watch Harry's game this time, but I didn't expect Harry to have an accident this time. Hermione didn't miss him just now, but fortunately Harry was fine.

(To be continued.)