blogombal Chapter 139 Dobby
Chapter 139 Dobby
Chapter 139 Dobby
The people who had been surrounding Harry suddenly felt that their sadness had been unnecessary, and they were also filled with lingering fear, after all, Harry's appearance just now was really terrifying.
As Madam Pomfrey began to usher people out, everyone started to leave one by one. Wood even took the brooch with his family crest engraved on Harry's chest and put it back on his own.
Those who were kicked out naturally included Kane and his two companions, since it was Harry's treatment process.
Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey was quite humane and allowed one of the three to stay as a bedside companion after the treatment was completed.
"What do we do? Rock-paper-scissors?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Excluded, you're out first, because you spent all day brewing potions." After saying that, Kane and Ron had another tense and exciting draw.
Kane pulled a deck of cards he'd dug up from the grave earlier out of the little pumpkin's mouth, shuffled them, and was about to explain the rules when Ron suddenly raised his hand: "I want to check the cards."
Kane shrugged and handed the cards to Ron. Ron looked them over, cut them several times, and then nodded. "The cards are fine. What are the rules?"
"The Ace of Hearts leaves, the Ace of Clubs stays." Kane said, quickly drawing two cards. "Which one do you want?"
Soon Ron and Hermione slunk back to the Gryffindor tower, Ron muttering to himself, "That guy definitely cheated!"
"Hmm, magic is still very useful." After watching Ron and Hermione leave, Kane began to take various things out of the little pumpkin's mouth and started decorating the ward.
A campfire was a must. Light the smallest flame, place two warm stones on it to heat it up, and then there was the tent. Although the ward was a double room, he still chose to stay in the tent.
Then he took another piece of monster meat out of the little pumpkin's mouth, put it on a branch, and sat down by the campfire to roast it.
Perhaps it's because his recent routine has become more conventional, but Kane, who hasn't stayed up all night for who knows how long, has surprisingly discovered something terrifying.
It seems my threshold for resisting SAN has lowered. It's not even midnight yet, and I've already seen a strange shadow.
Should I wear my top hat to bed now, or should I kill this special shadow monster I've never seen before and collect a little bit of nightmare fuel?
As a qualified young wizard, he naturally chose to have them all.
As a shadowy claw slowly extended from beneath his feet, and he gently touched the shadow, a sharp sound entered his ears.
"Hmm? A new trick? I've never seen a talking shadow monster before!"
Before Kane could finish speaking, the shadow spoke again: "Wizard, I'm not the shadow monster you're talking about, please don't kill me!"
"To save your life, you even dare to call me a wizard? You cunning shadow monster, I'll..."
Just as Kane was about to kill the mysterious creature, Harry, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly got up.
"No, Kane, I know this guy."
Kane shrugged, and Shadow Claw, who was beating up the unidentified dark figure, slowly returned, grasped the bed handle, and made it easier for Harry to sit up.
"Alright, poor little thing, come closer and let us see you." Kane said, taking a piece of charcoal from the little pumpkin's mouth and throwing it into the campfire. Almost instantly, the firelight grew brighter, illuminating the entire ward.
This also allowed them to see what kind of creature the mysterious black shadow was.
Unfortunately, I don't think I've ever seen this kind of creature on a vehicle before...
"What are you again?" Kane asked, a question that sounded a bit like an insult, but believe me, he really wasn't.
"I'm sorry, wizard, I'm a house-elf named Dobby," Dobby said with a look of fear on his face.
"Dobby, a house-elf... Oh, I remember now, you're a house-elf at Hogwarts, working in the kitchen?"
Kane racked his brains for a while before he remembered that there was such a race in the magical world, so he had almost hurt a house-elf because he couldn't see clearly?
Dumbledore wouldn't make me pay for my workplace injury, would he?
Just as Kane was brainstorming, Dobby shook his head: "No, sir, because I don't belong at Hogwarts."
"Oh, that's good. Dumbledore won't bother me anymore." Kane breathed a sigh of relief, but Harry immediately chimed in, "Then why did you come to see me again? I remember telling you before that I didn't want to see you again. No matter where, although I'm grateful that you came to visit me, I still don't want to see you!"
"No, no, no Harry Potter, I have to see you. I went to great lengths to get you here today..."
For a moment, Kane and Harry's minds went blank. What kind of rubbish language did this house-elf named Dobby say?
It took them a while to realize, oh~
So it turns out that the broom incident during the day and the poisoning at night were all caused by this house-elf named Dobby?
It seems Harry is in a bit of trouble and needs my help.
Kane was about to hand-craft a Shadowblade for the house-elf named Dobby so he could taste its saltiness when the more rational Harry stopped him.
"Wait, hear what he has to say? I told you about him before, he's the one who blocked Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, remember?" Harry said.
"I remember now." Kane clicked his tongue and pointed at Dobby: "Honestly, if I had known that Dobby could pull off something this ruthless, I should have given him a Shadow Blade before he ran away last time."
"So Dobby," Harry's face was as intimidating as could be, "you'd better give us a proper reason why you're doing this!"
"Because Hogwarts is dangerous! Because..."
Before Dobby could finish speaking, Kane interrupted, "Because of the basilisk, right?"
Dobby looked at Kane in shock: "How did you know?"
"Ah, not only do you know about the basilisk, but you also know that what caused it was a notebook." Kane raised an eyebrow and continued to observe Dobby's expression. Clearly, Dobby was right again.
"So now I'm really curious, whose house-elf are you? You know so much about this, you must be related to that so-called heir!"
Kane slowly stood up from beside the campfire and approached Dobby step by step. His appearance, combined with the light and shadow cast by the campfire from below, made him look as villainous as could be.
At this moment, Dobby really looked like a victim, constantly backing away, saying "no" to this and "can't" to that, looking as pitiful as could be.
Little did they know that if Kane hadn't been careful enough to add a Shadow Armor to Harry's ring of fire, turning him into a super-lucky charm, the speed of Dobby's flying ball and Harry's flying broomstick would have clashed, and Harry would have been completely outmatched.
Dobby, who had originally intended to persuade Harry to leave Hogwarts, now realized that not only would Harry not be able to leave, but if he lingered any longer, he himself would have to stay and not leave.
He was about to snap his fingers and leave Hogwarts.
However, as a tentacle pulled from a tricky spot interrupted Dobby's spellcasting animation, Kane walked over with a raised eyebrow and used Shadow to bind Dobby into a mummy.
"So before me, no one had ever tried to interrupt this kind of magic with such a long casting animation?"
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