Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

It was as if the energy was being sucked out of her arms.

"hiss……"

Everyone around gasped.

Because now Harry's entire arm has become like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove...

His arm...the entire bone was pulled out!

Lockhart looked at Harry's arm in surprise...

He was very careful with his spells! How come he still used the bone-extracting spell?

This……

Lockhart was embarrassed.

"Ha... that's right..."

"That happens sometimes! But the point is, the bones are already connected!"

"Remember this! Come on, Harry, let's walk to the hospital..."

At this moment, Harry looked at his arm which was completely boneless.

I remembered Blake's words again.

"...If it's not handled properly, it could ruin your career...it could leave you disabled..."

My arm has become like this, what else can I do in the future?

Isn't this equivalent to being disabled?

Harry was filled with remorse. Why did he forget to bring his wand?

If he had brought it, he would definitely cast a Stunning Spell on Lockhart without hesitation!

I glanced at my right hand again...

Ah! My King's Power!

Then, his eyes rolled back and he fainted...

Chapter 276: The Dark Old Deng

On the Quidditch pitch.

Gryffindor's hero for today - Harry Potter.

He was being carried to the school hospital by everyone.

The arm that drooped like a rubber glove.

Let everyone gasp.

And subconsciously he moved a little further away from Lockhart, who had a bright smile on his face.

What a ruthless person... He just smiled and made the bones in the man's arm disappear...

On the other side.

Malfoy was being scolded by his own captain with a pale face.

At that moment, the Golden Snitch was only a few centimeters away from him...

Just raise your hand...

So the one who is now receiving cheers from everyone on the field is Malfoy.

Damn it! Scarhead!

……

Somewhere on the Quidditch pitch.

A small figure was hunched over in the corner, banging his head against the wall frantically.

"Dobby... Dobby doesn't want anything to happen to Harry Potter."

"Dobby... Dobby hopes that Harry Potter can leave Hogwarts and go home..."

"Oh... Dobby would rather punish himself than..."

"Hey! Are you busy? Then why don't you finish your work first?" A frivolous voice came from behind Dobby.

Dobby was startled and subconsciously Apparated away.

but……

Dobby then discovered that his previous instinctive magic was completely ineffective!

"Oh... Fortunately, it's okay. I thought this improved anti-Apparition spell was still ineffective against house-elves."

Blake stepped out from the shadows and looked down at Dobby, who looked terrified.

"Ah!" Dobby "Four-Five-O" screamed and ran away.

But the next second, Dobby felt someone grabbing the back of his neck.

Then the pair of legs were completely lifted off the ground...

Blake, who was born with supernatural powers, lifted Dobby up easily.

No matter how he struggled, he could do nothing.

"Ding! Extreme panic detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!"

Blake was surprised.

Then he looked at Dobby with his True Eye.

"Gold quality?"

All I can say is, it's no wonder that Dobby is one of the few freedom-seeking outliers in the house-elf community over the years.

Compared to other house-elves, it does have its strengths.

"Sir... please, this powerful gentleman, release Dobby."

"Poor Dobby was just passing by..."

Black was not Dobby's master, so it was no problem for Dobby to lie to him.

"Just passing by? I saw you tamper with that Bludger with my own eyes."

"You tried to kill Harry Potter!"

"No!"

Dobby screamed at Black's questioning.

"Dobby didn't want to kill Harry Potter! How could Dobby even think of killing the great Harry Potter?"

"Dobby did this just to save him! So that he can leave Hogwarts! Hogwarts will be very dangerous this year! The Chamber of Secrets..."

Dobby was stunned for a moment, then he raised his skinny arms and hit his head hard.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"That's enough... Now I will take you to see Professor Dumbledore. Since you know the truth about this matter... then, I will dig all the truth out of your mouth."

Black grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. He looked much more terrifying than Lockhart.

"Ah... no..." Dobby cried out in despair.

"Ding! Extreme panic detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!"

Blake smiled with satisfaction again.

"It feels good now..."

……

Dumbledore put down the information in his hand.

He looked at the cup next to him.

The cup is now empty.

He stood up reluctantly and prepared to make a cup of hot cocoa.

After all, even the headmaster doesn't have a house-elf serving him personally.

Sometimes you still have to rely on yourself.

Then he saw a small circle of sparks appear in the air.

"Ahem... Professor, are you free now? Is it convenient for me to come over now?"

Blake's familiar voice came from outside the circle of sparks.

"Come here." Dumbledore put the empty glass back on the table.

At this time, the circle of sparks gradually expanded.

Then, Blake walked in.

But in his hands he was holding a struggling house-elf.

"Isn't this the house-elf from Hogwarts?"

"Obviously, no. I know every house-elf at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and looked at Black from above his half-moon glasses.

"There are hundreds of house-elves at Hogwarts..."

"One hundred and thirty-five, in fact, Professor."

Blake said with certainty.

Only with his extraordinary memory could he remember every house-elf.

Dumbledore was speechless for a moment.

"Okay...what's going on here?"

"It's like this. In today's Quidditch match, he manipulated the Bludger and broke Harry's arm."

"Harry is hurt?" Dumbledore frowned.

Harry Potter's identity is too special, and his injury always makes Dumbledore think too much.

"Yes, he is now admitted to the school hospital."

"A broken arm shouldn't require hospitalization, right?" Dumbledore looked at Black suspiciously.

In the wizarding world, a broken arm can be healed with just a spell.

Madam Pomfrey could set the bones in just a few seconds, so there was no need for hospitalization.

"Well... Lockhart said he was going to set his bones, and then... Harry's entire arm bone was gone."

Black was acutely aware that Dumbledore's beard began to tremble.

But it was obvious that this time it was not because of him.

Dumbledore turned his gaze to Dobby again.

At this moment, Dobby was under the watchful eyes of the greatest wizard of the century.

I have already given up struggling.

So much so that when Blake put him down.

He couldn't even stand steadily and fell to the ground.

"I don't think a house-elf would intentionally do something to harm a wizard."

"So, can you tell me why you did this?"

Dobby sat on the ground, sobbing.