Chapter 137 Dobby the House Elf
"Professor Dracula!"
The twins Harry and Weiss looked in the direction of the sound in surprise and saw the excited silver-haired professor arriving on the Quidditch pitch at some point.
From time to time, big raindrops would fall from the sky, and they would very consciously go around the edge of Dracula's body and fall on the lawn with a "plop" and "plop".
The weather today has been very gloomy, with not a trace of sunshine in sight, and it started to rain after the game started.
However, this kind of weather, which only brings discomfort to Quidditch matches and watching games, is exactly what Dracula wants. In the weather without sunshine, he does not mind coming to the grand first Quidditch game of the school year. The game is exciting.
"I just saw that Bludger has been crashing around Potter, right?" Dracula asked.
"Yes, Professor, someone must have tampered with the Bludger!" Fred nodded seriously, "I now seriously suspect that someone sneaked into Mrs. Hooch's office and put a curse on the Bludger. !”
"Mr. Weiss, I have checked it and there is nothing wrong with the Bludger." Mrs. Hooch glared at Fred seriously, then turned to look at Dracula: "Professor Dracula, you should stay It's not in the audience, it shouldn't be on the Quidditch pitch, it's against the rules!"
"I'll just say a word and leave. I won't delay your game." Dracula smiled gently at Mrs. Hooch.
Seeing Dracula's smile, Mrs. Ho Qi's tone suddenly softened and she nodded reluctantly.
"Well, since you're a professor..." she said, "but you only have one minute!"
"That's enough." Dracula chuckled, turned to look at Harry and the other Gryffindor Quidditch players, and said to them, "The Bludger may have been tampered with, but it's not It was most likely done before the game."
"It's possible that like Potter's broomstick last year, it was cursed during the game."
"Then what should we do?" George asked with worry on his face as he put his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Professor, you can definitely help us solve this problem, right?" Fred asked.
On the one hand, they were worried about Harry, and on the other hand, if possible, the twins would certainly not want the twenty gold galleons they had bet to disappear.
Mrs. Huo Qi also looked over with doubtful eyes and asked, "Professor Dracula, are you telling the truth?"
Faced with this unexpected situation, even if she didn't want to suspend the Quidditch match midway, she still had to think carefully about it at this time.
"It's okay, you can just play as usual." Dracula shook his head, "As for the guy who made a little trick, I will help you catch him."
As he said that, he looked at Harry with a very playful look, "Even if I don't catch him in time, there is still no problem in saving Potter in time. I think you should have experience, Potter?"
"Of course, I believe the professor can catch me in time." Harry nodded helplessly, while still muttering in his heart, 'After all, I have already experienced this once in the competition last school year...'
Harry couldn't figure out why things always went wrong like this when he participated in Quidditch matches. Either he was cursed by Quirrell on his broom, or he was chased back and forth by a bludger like today, and he was in danger of falling off his broom at any time...
Fortunately, today's Quidditch match was promised by Dracula, and all the players present and the referee, Mrs. Hooch, were relieved.
All the Quidditch players returned to their respective positions and took up their positions.
"All--"
Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew again.
Harry kicked his feet and flew into the sky with a "whoosh". At the same time, he heard a gust of wind behind his head and knew that the Bludger was chasing after him again.
But he was not too anxious in his heart. He knew that as long as he delayed for a few more minutes and waited for Professor Dracula to find the person who cursed the Bludger, he would be saved.
The rain fell harder and harder, and Harry rose higher and higher, turning, spinning, plummeting, spiraling upward, and circling east and west in the sky...
He walked back and forth in a z-shaped pattern like a rope, trying to avoid the Bludgers.
The thick rain curtain formed by the heavy rain blocked the sight of the little wizards, and the spectators outside the stadium could hardly see the abnormality of the Bludger. But they could see Harry making funny and weird movements in the air.
Rain even poured into Harry's nostrils as he hung headfirst on his broom to avoid another ferocious attack from the Bludgers.
Harry heard a burst of laughter from the crowd on the Slytherin side. He knew that he must look very embarrassed, but he didn't have time to care about this. He just hoped to avoid the attack of the Bludger.
Fortunately, I don’t know if the person controlling the Bludger is too far away to control it accurately, or if the curse placed on the Bludger is not very powerful——
The wild Bludger was very cumbersome and could not change direction as quickly as Harry, so the Bludger and Harry were caught in a stalemate of chasing each other.
Harry was slightly dizzy from the continuous circling movements, but he was still eager to win and kept his eyes wide open.
His eyes passed through the raindrops that pattered on his glasses, and through the silver-white rain curtain, he carefully observed any golden reflection of the Golden Snitch within the entire Quidditch pitch...
There was a whistling sound in his ears, and Harry knew that the Bludger had almost hit him again. He turned around and sped off in the opposite direction.
At the same time, Dracula quietly appeared in the thick rain.
He spread his wings and floated in the sky, with light flowing in his burgundy eyes.
The dense rain curtain had no impact on him at all, and would only serve as the best visual cover for the wings behind him.
Dracula watched Harry's various funny and effective flying movements with great interest for a while. After a long time, he finally remembered his own business, and then turned his attention to the Bludger flying around Harry like crazy.
Looking at the magic traces connected to it, a look of surprise slowly appeared on his face.
This type of magic doesn't look like it was cast by a wizard at all, but more like... a house elf?
"Things get interesting."
Dracula raised the corners of his mouth with interest, ducked and disappeared into the thick curtain of rain.
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Harry dodged another Bludger attack.
With his superb Quidditch talent and the adaptation to long-term training in bad weather, Harry has now become very familiar with the game. He began flying in circles around the edge of the Quidditch pitch like a giant pendulum.
After walking half a circle around the arena, Harry suddenly found that the sound of breaking wind that often sounded in his ears was gone.
He turned around overjoyed, and sure enough he found that the crazy Bludger had returned to normal, flew out in another direction, and finally stopped chasing him.
Harry knew that Professor Dracula must have caught the culprit. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped spinning.
All this time dodging Bludgers had worn him out!
"Were you practicing ballet just now, Potter?" Just when Harry was relieved and wanted to take a break for two minutes, Malfoy suddenly flew over on his Nimbus 2001 and laughed loudly.
Harry turned and glared at Malfoy hatefully.
But since he really didn't have the energy to argue with him now, Harry was going to ignore him and fly away directly to the other side of the Quidditch pitch.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that a golden light quietly emerged from the thick rain curtain.
Harry opened his eyes suddenly and looked through his glasses at the place where the golden light appeared.
He saw the Golden Snitch!
The Snitch hovered just inches above Malfoy's left ear - Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it!
At that moment, Harry stopped all his movements and hung in the air, not daring to speed up and rush towards Malfoy.
He was afraid that Malfoy would notice his movements and find traces of the Golden Snitch.
Based on the current distance between the two of them and the Golden Snitch, if Malfoy also saw it, then Harry would not have any confidence in capturing the Golden Snitch.
Harry's mind was racing, trying to find another way to divert Malfoy's attention.
At this moment, the wind sounded in his ears, and he caught a glimpse of the already very familiar Bludger out of the corner of his eye.
Harry's eyes lit up and he suddenly thought of a good idea. He suddenly felt that this crazy Bludger wasn't so annoying anymore——
While Malfoy looked at him triumphantly, Harry resisted the fatigue and dizziness caused by long-term spinning, activated the broom again, and started to rotate up and down around the Bludger.
"Hahaha..." Malfoy looked at Harry's funny actions and couldn't help laughing loudly, "I said... what a surprise - the so-called 'scoring star' of the Gryffindor team turned out to be I'm obsessed with ballet dancing on the Quidditch pitch...hahahaha..."
Malfoy clutched his stomach and laughed so hard on his broom that his whole body was shaking and he looked like he would laugh himself off the broom at any moment.
He completely failed to notice the Golden Snitch who was so close to him.
In the hazy rain curtain, Harry showed an angry expression, suddenly stopped spinning, and rushed towards the sneering face below.
He saw the eyes widen in horror at the face - Malfoy thought Harry was coming to hit him!
"What are you doing-" he shouted in horror as he scurried out of Harry's path.
Harry did not bump into Malfoy. One of his hands let go of the broom and stretched out to grab it -
He felt his fingers wrap around a cold, winged metal ball!
Harry was relieved, but at the same time he lost the strength to continue to support his flight, and fell straight to the ground. There was an exclamation from the crowd below.
There was a "bang" sound and water splashed everywhere.
Harry landed heavily on the muddy lawn, managed to keep himself from falling, and climbed off the broom.
A weak smile appeared on his pale face, and he raised his hands high——
The golden snitch, which represented victory, was firmly in his hand!
"Dududu——"
Mrs. Huo Qi’s whistle representing the end of the game sounded on the field, followed by cheers from the audience and the extremely excited shouts of commentator Lee Jordan:
"Our talented Seeker Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, and he caught it right next to the Slytherin team's Seeker's ear! Let's congratulate Gryffindor on their victory!"
Fred and George flew over from a distance, threw their brooms aside, lifted Harry high, and threw him into the sky.
"Well done, Harry!" shouted Fred.
"We really made a lot of money from this gamble!" George's eyes seemed to have turned into the shape of gold galleons.
Harry also showed a relaxed smile and looked towards the professors in the audience, hoping to see Professor Dracula and thank him for his help.
However, the seat originally reserved for Dracula on the high platform was empty.
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At this time, Dracula had returned to his office.
Also coming back with him was a very short house elf with bat-like ears, a slender nose, protruding huge green eyes, and wearing only an old pillowcase.
The house elf who was caught doing bad things was standing tremblingly in front of Dracula's desk.
Several times he tried to sneak away using the house elf's unique apparation, but he was imprisoned in place by a casual look from Dracula, unable to escape at all.
And the elf finally understood that this professor was not an ordinary wizard at all. He might be in trouble today...
"It's quite strange. I feel like I've seen you before somewhere." Dracula sat behind his desk and looked at the house elf with confusion.
He always felt that this elf looked familiar, but he was not sure whether it was an illusion caused by the face blindness of this species.
So Dracula said: "How about you introduce yourself first and tell me who your master is?"
"Dobby...Dobby was not sent by his master!" The elf looked unyielding. "Dobby will not give in. Dobby cannot betray my master."
"So your name is Dobby." Dracula smiled casually, "But this is quite false. How can there be a house elf who acts privately?"
"Well, I also know that house elves will not betray their masters, so let's change the question - why did you come to assassinate Potter?"
Upon hearing Dracula's new question, house elf Dobby's expression suddenly changed. He seemed to be stimulated by something, and tears kept rolling down his long, pointed nose.
"Dobby...Dobby never wanted to harm the great Harry Potter..." Dobby sobbed.
"The 'Great'... Harry Potter?"
Dracula frowned.
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