Chapter 243 Ask

Chapter 243 Ask
Several people stared blankly at the scars on the elf's body.

Some stunned!
At this time, Ron's snoring broke the silence.

It also woke Harry up, he asked hastily.

"Dobby, what are you doing here? Why are you here?"

Harry realized immediately that he had asked a stupid question.

"Are you a house-elf of the Malfoy family?"

This is another nonsense.

Seeing Harry's embarrassment and being overwhelmed, McGuffin said, "Harry, let's move Ron to another bed first...let him rest!"

"Oh... yes, yes!"

Harry quickly agreed.

"Hermione, Hermione!"

He hurriedly called out to the stunned Hermione.

Hermione looked at the miserable appearance of the elf Dobby, and her heart was full of anger and puzzlement.

When helping Ron to the bed, she still tilted her head and looked at Dobby's various...whiplash and scorched marks.

Hermione looked down, her mouth tightly pursed, her eyes gleaming with determination.

After helping Ron to lie down on the bed, Harry and Hermione were full of doubts in their hearts, but they couldn't speak.

Or McGuffin said to Dobby, "Dobby, do you know where Madam Pomfrey has gone!?"

"Ron needs her... Mmm! Cure for a cold!"

Dobby sniffled and said in a pitiful voice, "The mistress and Madam Pomfrey went to Professor Snape to discuss the potion ingredients needed to treat the young master's potion..."

When he had finished, he looked at Harry and whispered sadly, "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby, ... why didn't Dobby insist on warning Harry Potter not to go back to school!"

"Bad Dobby, causing the little master..."

He choked up, then turned his head and closed his eyes, his big head wanted to hit the wall.

——you can't leave!
McGuffin thought.

Snapped!
He hastily snapped his fingers.

Dobby was floating in the air, his short legs bouncing around.

After dozens of seconds, he opened his eyes and realized that he was floating in mid-air, not moving in place.

Dobby was let go by the McGuffin again and fell to the ground.

From Dobby's words just now, McGuffin knew that the Malfoy family did not know about the opening of the [Chamber of Secrets], and that Lucius Malfoy had originally planned to send the [Tom Riddle's Notebook] (Horcrux) to Hogwarts.

But for some reason, the original plan was suddenly cancelled.

Harry also reacted at this moment.

"Dobby, why did you warn me not to come to school... Did you know that something like this would happen! Could it be Malfoy..."

Harry saw Malfoy lying there stiffly again, and denied the speculation in his mind again.

This is not right!

He will never petrify himself!
How did Dobby know that Hogwarts was about to have a terrorist attack again?

Harry's temples looked like two little men were pounding and drumming—a mass of paste.

Dobby got up from the ground, his lips trembling, and carefully looked at Malfoy and the closed oak door of the school hospital.

Then he said in a low voice.

"Harry Potter should leave the school. Only in this way can you keep yourself safe... You must leave the school immediately... Otherwise, it will be worse than what happened to the little master!"

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

From time to time, he gasped because he touched the wound.

Hermione frowned, and finally she couldn't help it.

"Dobby, who made you like this!"

Dobby glanced at Hermione timidly, and then said to Harry, "This is the whipping that Dobby received for not protecting the little master well...it should be...this is..."

As he said that, he wanted to hit his head with his fist again.

——Now everyone knows which two eyes are swollen.

"Dobby, come on! You're not wrong!"

Harry hurriedly persuaded.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Harry couldn't say anything else that he wanted to ask him.

"The great Harry Potter is so kind...he cares for such a humble Dobby!"

Dobby sobbed, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and looked grateful.

This made Harry very embarrassed, and he glanced at McGuffin and Hermione in front of him.

Thankfully both of them had their attention on Dobby.

Hermione grew angrier when she heard Dobby's words.

McGuffin wanted to see if he could get something out of Dobby's mouth.

"Dobby, you said you didn't protect the little master... What do you mean? Did Lucius Malfoy know that something like this would happen in school?"

McGuffin walked forward, stared at the elf and asked.

He still wanted to test what Lucius Malfoy knew - after all, he was responsible for all the things in the original plot!
"Dobby, Dobby,... I shouldn't have told you about this..." Dobby kept babbling while lowering his head.

"Master, I know, no no!...Master, I don't know..."

"After knowing that the little master was petrified, the master was terrified. He had never seen him like this before. He didn't tell Dobby what happened? Dobby didn't know...just a good whipping that night, Dobby hadn't experienced it before, sir..."

"Dobby doesn't know!"

Dobby held his head in one hand, his eyes wide open, and he screamed in horror.

The foreword does not follow the afterword, and there is no sequential logic at all.

Even the feather blanket in his hand was thrown away...

"Don't ask McGuffin, he's scared!" Hermione glared at McGuffin and complained, "You scared him..."

McGuffin ignored Hermione's anger, and continued to walk up to Dobby, scrutinizing and forcing him, "Dobby, the more you tell me, the safer Harry Potter will be!"

"You want him to be all right, don't you?"

"Ah, of course Dobby wants Harry Potter to be safe!" moaned Dobby, more tears rolling down his cheeks onto his tattered pillowcase. "If only Harry Potter knew what he meant to us humble little people in the wizarding world! Dobby hasn't forgotten how it was all those years ago... we house-elves were treated like vermin, sir!"

"Life has improved a lot for those of us since Harry Potter vanquished the one who can't even be named... Harry Potter is like a beacon shining like a beacon to those of us in our dark and hopeless days..."

Hearing yet another fan's crazy praise for him, Harry was very embarrassed.

And the MacGuffin was still there to keep up with Dobby's words.

"Then Dobby, you must hope that Harry Potter is safe..." McGuffin stood in front of Dobby, tightly grasped his remaining intact, skinny hand, and said, "Dobby, look back at your little master... Could it be that Harry Potter also suffered like this?"

Dobby turned his head stiffly to look at Malfoy, constantly shaking his head in horror.

"But, Dobby can't betray his master, he can't tell his master's secret..."

"Of course not, let's do this! Let me make a conclusion... If you think it is correct, just scan your little master... If you are not correct, you can scan your little master twice!"

"No matter how anyone sees it, it's just the nonsense of a little lunatic sharing a room with a dedicated and loyal elf!"

"You didn't tell your master's little secret at all."

"Isn't it? Dobby?"

"What do you think?" McGuffin earnestly and seductively, his face full of 'kindness'.

Seeing McGuffin's coquettish operation, Hermione felt that she had opened her eyes today. She hurriedly said angrily, "McGuffin, don't force..."

Before she could finish, Dobby picked up the feather blanket again and brushed Malfoy's blond 'gel hair'.

— Dobby, he agreed to the McGuffin's proposal!

So McGuffin carefully weighed the language. He wanted to try not to reveal the information he knew from the original plot, and he wanted to confirm how this matter had any connection with Malfoy's family...

"Lucius Malfoy is responsible for the petrification of Draco Malfoy!" said McGuffin.

Dobby brushed Malfoy's hair twice.

—Isn't it correct?
McGuffin thought for a while and then said, "Lucius is related to this petrification incident!"

Dobby hesitated for a moment with wide-eyed eyes, then glanced at Malfoy.

"This has something to do with the devil who can't even mention his name!"

one more time.

——It seems that it is indeed related to Voldemort's notebook!But in whose hands is that damned Horcrux now? Could it be that Voldemort's soul fragment has been resurrected?Can……

McGuffin pouted his hair. Based on the information available...he was still confused.

And Harry and Hermione's eyes widened, accepting the new information.

At this time, the sound of approaching footsteps and Madam Pomfrey talking with a woman could be heard from the corridor outside.

"Narcissa, although I didn't like you when I was in school, I wouldn't treat a little wizard like that?"

"If you don't worry about me, you can naturally move Malfoy to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital!"

Madam Pomfrey's sullen voice came from outside.

Then there was another woman's apologetic voice. Although it was an apology, her tone was full of arrogance, which was very annoying.

McGuffin guessed that it was Malfoy's mother, Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy.

So he quickly asked Dobby, "Dobby, these horrible things have happened before!"

one time. (You must first find a way to lead to the next important question.)
"And it's at Hogwarts!"

The footsteps of women's high-soled shoes are getting closer, and McGuffin has to throw all the questions for the rest of the time.

"Something that caused this to happen was originally in the hands of Lucius Malfoy""

"But now he doesn't know where he is?"

"is not it?"

McGuffin tightly held Dobby's wrist, and quickly asked his own guess.

At this time, the footsteps had stopped in front of the oak door outside the school hospital.

Dobby froze, terrified, his large bat ears quivering.

He stammered hastily, "Oh, sir, don't ask, don't ask poor Dobby. The hostess is coming back soon, and she will punish Dobby greatly when she sees Dobby taking time out to interact with others like this!"

"McGuffin, don't ask, Dobby is right, Mrs. Malfoy quickly..."

Harry's voice stopped.

He saw that McGuffin was eager, anxious, and even angrily punching his fist out of thin air in the direction of the oak door.

The oak door creaked.

"Huh? Why can't it be opened!"

Madam Pomfrey's voice came from outside.

Harry and Hermione looked at the McGuffin in horror. They hadn't imagined that the MacGuffin could, or dared to, do this.

"Dobby, time is running out, are you just watching Harry Potter in danger like this?" McGuffin just wanted to find out all this quickly, so he hurriedly asked Dobby.

"Go home! Harry Potter! Take your friends home! Hogwarts is no longer safe!"

"Look at what happened to my little master... Now at Hogwarts, terrible things have happened, Harry Potter cannot stay here, as Harry's friends said, Hogwarts has become no longer safe...Because history is about to repeat itself, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again—"

Dobby froze, his eyes wide as bells.

Harry whispered, "Dobby, what Chamber of Secrets? So this sort of thing did happen—"

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby..."

Seeing that Dobby was about to smash his head with the feather blanket, there was a roar from outside.

"Dobby! Come and open the door for me, you hear me, come on, you idiot!"

Narcissa's roar came through the oak door from outside.

Then came the sound of banging on the door.

Narcissa Malfoy was growing impatient.

Hermione took out her charm and turned around to open the door.

"Dobby can't answer! Harry Potter must get out of here!"

"Dobby has to open the door."

Terrified, the elf disappeared into thin air, gasping for air.

In an instant, he tremblingly appeared in front of the oak door again.

After snapping his fingers, the oak door that was 'suspended' (stuck) by McGuffin out of thin air with [Levitation Technique] was finally opened.

Immediately afterwards, Narcissa Malfoy rushed in from outside with a look of anger.

He kicked the elf Dobby by the door half a meter away.

Then she looked up and immediately saw the MacGuffin standing by Draco Malfoy's bed.

"You little Mudblood... what do you want to do to Draco!" She growled angrily, and rushed over in two steps, took out her wand and pointed it at the McGuffin.

"Mrs. Malfoy, this is not your Malfoy Manor. You can't always point a wand at another little wizard, and you can't call a Hogwarts student that."

Madam Pomfrey walked in, and after seeing all this, she said sternly.

"Who knows what that smelly Mudblood did to my poor little Draco?"

"Dobby, you trash, come here, how on earth do you take care of your little master!"

Trembling, Dobby swayed to Narcissa Malfoy.He was beaten and kicked non-stop and dared not make a sound.

It looks like he...

No... he is now a slave, suffering 'inhuman' treatment in this category.

Narcissa Malfoy's beautiful face was now completely like an old hag, and her eyeballs protruded terribly.

Bloodshot all over.

And the muscles on her face curled and twisted in anger and disgust.

Narcissa is more of an evil goblin of dark legends than the house-elf who suffers under her feet.

(End of this chapter)