The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 326 Dobby and Kreacher
"What's this time?" Anthony whispered. He exchanged a glance with Professor Sprout, followed Professor McGonagall, and hurried through the students towards the center of the chaos.

Across the discussion and exclamation, Anthony could still hear shouts such as "all petrified", "Tarantella dance", "grinning hullabaloo", and "front teeth as big sticks". But there were too many people watching the excitement, and the gaps between the Quidditch stands were very narrow, so they had to keep asking students to make way for them.

"Where's Madam Hooch?" asked Anthony.

Professor Sprout said: "I saw her go back with the ball box."

Anthony sighed, "Well, I miss her whistle."

He looked around again and saw Hagrid squeezed in between the two groups of people from a distance, pulling a tall Slytherin boy away from Seamus, and stopping several angry Gryffindors. With Hagrid there, Anthony felt a little more at ease.

……

Malfoy cast a stinging curse that hit Hagrid right on the arm. He scratched his arm and turned away.

"This isn't a spell you should learn at your age, little rascal." He said gruffly, easily lifting Malfoy off the ground and pushing him out of the crowd, then lowered his head and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

"It's all right," Harry gasped. One side of his glasses was broken, and the temple hung askew on his ear. But his opponent didn't seem to have much of an advantage - Slytherin Beater Bol's legs were dancing uncontrollably, and he was furiously trying to hit anyone he could get his hands on. Hermione used a hex, causing several Slytherins to retch and run their noses uncontrollably.

Malfoy suddenly uttered a short scream of surprise. The Weasley twins lurked over him, obviously ready to give him a good beating.

"Stand still!" Malfoy shouted, pointing at one of them, but the other dodged his spell nimbly and raised his wand with a grin.

"Want to take five points off me, Malfoy?" one of the twins scoffed, "because I didn't give you permission to hit me?"

"You know, we've long thought you needed a lesson," said another. "Hot and sizzling!"

Malfoy turned over the seat and hid behind it. The curse hit the back of the seat, and Malfoy shouted in a panic: "Dobby! Dobby!"

With a snap, a skinny house-elf wearing an old pillowcase appeared in the Quidditch stands. He raised a finger, and the other spells from the twins dissipated as if they had hit a wall. Then he put his finger down, opened his green eyes as big as tennis balls, looked around at the mess around him, and bowed deeply to Malfoy: "What does Master Draco want Dobby to do?"

"Fool, didn't Dad ask you to protect me?" Malfoy shouted angrily, "Protect me! Do you want to taste the whip?"

Dobby shuddered: "Dobby wants to protect Master Draco..."

"Yes, protect me!" Malfoy ordered, and then he seemed to suddenly realize the ability of the house-elf, "Not only that, I want you to beat them! Those two Weasleys - and Potter and his gang!"

Dobby's eyes widened: "Dobby——"

"Just like last time, use a Bludger or whatever! Defeat them!"

"Yes, Master Draco - yes." Dobby said sharply, jumping onto the seats in the stands. The students watching the excitement stepped back a little. The spells were still flying everywhere, but due to Hagrid's intervention, the number of students hit was significantly reduced.

Dobby stretched out his bony hand and pointed in that direction, and the people were separated in an instant. Then, an ink bottle and several notebooks flew out of Hermione's backpack and hit Harry on the head.

Ron pressed the opening of his backpack tightly, trying to push back the things that had not yet flown out. "What's going on? Ouch!" He was hit hard by the corner of "Hogwarts, A History" and fell to the ground. "I thought you had finished reading this thing a long time ago, Hermione!"

"Dobby!" said Harry angrily.

"Harry Potter!" Dobby screamed. "Dobby is so, so sorry, but Mr. Harry Potter must go home!"

Hagrid pulled Harry into his arms and waved his big hands around like he was shooing away flies, but he didn't catch any of the books. More books and quills flew out, attacking Harry from the gaps. Harry twisted his body out of Hagrid's arms and ran out of the crowd, followed by a long line of messy things: textbooks, papers, quills, telescopes, water cups, hats, small flags ("Hufflepuffs Must Win"), and so on. The ink bottle hit Hagrid's hand and was smashed to the ground by him.

A seventh-year Gryffindor raised his wand: "Let me try - blazing fire! Oops, sorry -" Neville's hair was set on fire, "clear water like a spring!"

"Kreacher!" Harry shouted as he rolled over his chair. "Kreacher, help!"

Bang! Another house-elf appeared in the Quidditch stands.

"The young master asked Kreacher to follow the boy Potter and listen to the boy Potter... The boy Potter is just like the ungrateful young master. He hangs out with questionable people all day long and regards scum and dirty mudbloods as friends. If the mistress knew about this, what would she think..."

The quills rained down on Harry, and he rolled on the ground to avoid them.

"You have an elf too!" said Ron in surprise.

"Harry, you promised!" It was Hermione. "Leave your mistress alone!" Harry shouted, "Make Dobby stop!"

"You impudent little brat, wanting Kreacher to go against his mistress's grandson, the pure-blooded young master of the Malfoy family..." Kreacher muttered reluctantly and bowed to Harry, "Well, well, Kreacher has to obey the boy's orders..."

He glanced with bloodshot eyes at the thing chasing Harry - Harry squatted in time, and a paper whizzed past his head, a full twenty inches, Hermione must have been writing for a long time - Kreacher turned indifferently to Dobby who was high up and shouted: "Stop!"

"No, no, Dobby won't stop!" Dobby shrieked, "Mr. Harry Potter cannot stay in the school!"

More objects flew up—and then a rope suddenly appeared in the air, tightly entangling all the objects that shouldn't be in the air, and then tightened, pulling them all to the ground with a thump. They struggled like fish caught in a net and hit the ground with a thump.

"Stop the curse!" Professor McGonagall shouted, flying over on her broom. "It's a mess! Stop it!"

It turned out that she had conjured the rope. Bol finally stopped dancing, and Dean stopped limping and struggling because of the weak leg curse. Drops of water were still dripping from Neville's burnt hair and forehead. From the moment Professor McGonagall appeared, Dobby dropped his arms and opened his eyes wide in panic.

Professor McGonagall jumped off her broom and cast a stern glance at the students in front of her, several of whom were furtively stuffing their wands back into their pockets, as if that would pretend that their arms and faces were not covered in dust and sweat.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" she asked coldly. "Do me a favor? Mr. Potter? Mr. Malfoy?" Her eyes swept over Dobby and Kreacher, and her lips pursed tighter.

No one spoke. Kreacher looked gloomily at Professor McGonagall, then at Harry, and Apparated away without a word, leaving only the crackling sound that tore through the silence. Dobby followed suit at Malfoy's impatient signal.

"Two house-elves," said Professor McGonagall, her nostrils flaring. "House-elves that don't belong to Hogwarts, helping you fight."

"Professor McGonagall, I've been attacked." Malfoy said hurriedly, "The school has agreed that if I need protection, I can summon the Malfoy family elf-"

"I was attacked too!" said Harry. "Sirius asked Kreacher to follow me just to prevent this kind of thing!"

"So you let the elves attack your classmates!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, letting them see Neville's miserable appearance. "I haven't seen anything more shameless in the past ten years! Using house-elves to bully classmates!"

Malfoy glanced at Neville's wet hair and contorted his face, obviously trying not to laugh.

Neville blushed, mustered up his courage, and said tremblingly: "Professor McGonagall... I'm not because of the house-elf..." The seventh-year Gryffindor next to him was ashamed.

Malfoy couldn't hold it in any longer and made a hissing sound. Even a few Gryffindors smiled. It was only when they saw Professor McGonagall's expression that they reluctantly restrained their expressions.

Anthony and Professor Sprout came out of the crowd at this time. Anthony walked up to Hagrid and asked, "What's going on?"

"There's a fight," said Hagrid, in a matter-of-fact tone. "It could be for any reason. But here comes the Malfoy house-elf again."

Anthony was surprised: "Dobby?"

"Yeah," said Hagrid.

He tried to keep his voice low as he told Anthony what had happened. Professor Sprout joined them halfway and made a few comments about the two house-elves.

By the time they finished, Professor McGonagall had dealt with the fighting students and began to order who should visit Madam Pomfrey, who needed to go to Filch for detention, or who should do both. The students gradually dispersed, discussing the chaos and the Quidditch game.

"Maybe it will grow back tomorrow," Harry consoled Neville. "Once, my aunt cut off almost all my hair, but it grew back the next day."

Neville said dejectedly, "I don't think I have that kind of magic."

Hermione slammed the books into her bag one by one.

"Don't even think about what Madam Pince will say," Ron told her. "She can't really do anything to you."

"I'm not - because - Madam Pince -" Hermione said stiffly, closing the backpack quickly.

Ron said, "Well, forget about your papers. You can catch up on them in less than a day."

"That's not why I'm here," said Hermione badly. "Harry, didn't you say you wouldn't take part in such a shameless act of slavery?"

(End of this chapter)