Vol 2 Chapter 1175:

"Shhh, keep it quiet." Fanlin pulled Hermione, no matter what the accident, the two of them missed this wonderful Quidditch game.
Although Fanlin wasn't very good at Quidditch, he was happy to see Harry embarrassed.
"Why are we following him?" Hermione whispered.
Fanlin didn't answer, just controlled the wand to condense a water surface in the corridor not far away.
Through the water, Fanlin could clearly see three people, two very twitchy girls, plus a tall boy.
"Malfoy...so, he and the two girls..." Hermione said hesitantly. It seemed that Malfoy and the two girls didn't shy away at all, just dragging forward with their hands.
"Can't you hurry up, idiot. We don't have much time." Malfoy's roar came, but it was immediately lowered.
"What are they doing, why don't they have time?" Hermione asked.
"Let's follow." Fanlin said, seeing Malfoy disappear at the end of the corridor, dragging Hermione to quickly follow.
"Do what Harry always wanted to do." Fanlin said, watching Malfoy take the two girls to the abandoned corridor on the second floor.
"Myrtle?" Hermione exclaimed, "Myrtle's toilet, what is Malfoy going to do?"
Fanlin ran quickly, only to hear a bang, and then Malfoy and the two girls disappeared.
Slytherin's secret room?
Fanlin was a little unsure, Dumbledore should have sealed the Slytherin's secret room, but now...
"Is what Harry said is true?" Hermione said. "Stump what Malfoy is really doing..."
"I don't know, it's not a good thing anyway." Fanlin shook his head. In order not to startle, they could only leave here first.
Malfoy did not place the vanishing cabinet in the responsive house. Because of this, the responsive house is no longer safe, but...
Malfoy didn't know how to speak like a snake, how did he get into the secret room of Slytherin, and Dumbledore has promised to close this secret room...
Voldemort gave Malfoy some rewards?
However, when Fanlin and Hermione returned to the Quidditch arena to take a look at the Gryffindor team, Fanlin had been looking forward to Luna's commentary, but Neville passed Harry's bad news over. .
"Shock! The Gryffindor players are not in harmony, and the goalkeeper clashed with the team's hunter and captain. The reason behind this is actually..."
"Hey, I have a photo here." Neville said, taking out Colin's camera, and now Colin has upgraded his Muggle camera early.
It can be clearly seen that a roaming ball was violently hit by McLagen on Harry's head, and then Harry lost control of the broomstick and fell.
"Hey, leave me some photos. I think Fred and George will need them." Fanlin said cautiously, "Remember, you must..."
...
"It's great that you can come over with me," Ron grinned.
Harry, who had just woke up, blinked and looked around. Of course: He is in the school hospital. The indigo sky outside was mixed with a bit of crimson. The game ended a few hours ago...
There is no hope of catching Malfoy. This was Harry's first thought.
Harry thought his head was a little weirdly heavy; he reached out and touched it, and found a stiff bandage wrapped around his head.
"What happened?" Harry was a little dazed. He sat up and found that Madam Pomfrey was beside him, followed by Fanlin and Hermione.
Fanlin seems to be holding a photo in his hand...
"The head broke," Madam Pomfrey hurriedly put down what was in her hand, and then he pressed it on the pillow again.
"There is nothing to worry about, I will be cured immediately, but you have to lie down here tonight. You can't use too much force for a few hours."
"Oh... I don't want to spend the night here," Harry said angrily, and he sat up and lifted the quilt. "I'm going to find McLagen and kill him."
"I'm afraid that would be'excessive force'," Madam Pomfrey firmly pushed him onto the bed, raising her wand and said in a threatening tone. "You have to stay here before I let you go, otherwise I will go to the principal."
She hurried back to the office, and Harry fell asleep on his pillow annoyed.
"Do you know the final score we lost?" he asked gritted his teeth.
"Well, I know," Fanlin said apologetically. "The final score is three hundred and twenty to sixty."
"Three hundred and twenty... Ginny did a good job..."
"Oh, I think you might have some misunderstanding." Fanlin said, "Gryffindor is sixty minutes. Since you left, there is basically no excessiveness. Finally, Hefpaff's hunters caught the golden snitch."
"Great," Harry said furiously. "It's great! Just let me catch McLagen—"
"Hey, man, you don't want to catch him, he is as tall as a troll," Ron said wisely. "I personally think we'd better find a way to curse him with the prince's long toenail spell. Anyway, the other people in the team may have solved him before you go out, they are not happy..."
There was an uncontrollable joy in Ron's voice; Harry could see that Ron was ecstatic when he knew that McLagen had messed up things.
"Oh, my God..." Harry felt a little bad, lying there straight, staring at the small piece of light on the ceiling. His newly cured head didn't hurt, rather, he just felt under the bandage. The part is somewhat fragile.
"I can hear the commentary of the game here," Ron said with a trembling smile. "I hope that from now on it will be Luna commenting on the game... defeat..."
Harry couldn't laugh at all in this situation, and Ron's laughter finally subsided after a while.
"Ginny came to see you when you were unconscious," Fanlin said empathetically. This was probably the news Harry wanted most.
This made Harry's thoughts alive again, and a scene was quickly conceived in his mind. Ginny leaned on his unconscious body and wept, confessing to him how deep his fascination with him was, while Ron was on the sidelines. Bless them...
"By the way, she said you arrived in time before the game. How come? You left here quite early." Ron remembered.
"Oh..." Harry said, and Ron's words broke all the fantasies in Harry's heart.
This makes Fanlin feel very cruel, you can't be so harsh on a patient, but these two should be regarded as patients.
"Yeah...well, I saw Malfoy sneaking back with two girls. The two girls didn't seem to want to follow him. This is the second time he didn't appear on the court with the whole school. Escaped the last game, remember?" Harry sighed. "I wish I followed him at the time, the game lost so badly..."
"Don't be silly," Ron said sharply. "You can't miss a Quidditch match just to follow Malfoy, you are the captain!"
"I just want to know what trick he is playing," Harry said. "Don't tell me this is all my imagination, especially when I heard between him and Snape—"
"I never said that it was all your imagination," Ron propped himself up with an elbow and frowned at Harry. "But there is no rule that there is only one person here who can conspire at a time! You! Fascinated by Malfoy, Harry. I mean, I was willing to miss the game to follow him..."
Fanlin and Hermione were silent...Well, it's better not to discuss this matter with Harry, at least until Harry gets better.
"I want to catch him on the spot!" Harry said frustratedly. "I mean, where does he go every time he disappears on the map?"
"I don't know... Hogsmeade?" Ron suggested, yawning.
"I have never seen him walk through the secret passages on the map. I wonder if they have been monitored?"
"Well, then, I don't know," Ron said.
They fell silent.
Harry looked up and stared at the circle of lights on the ceiling, thinking...if he had the power of Rufus Scrimgeour, he could follow Malfoy, but unfortunately Harry was not full. An Auror in an office took orders from him... and got some help, but that was also a problem, because everyone would miss the class; after all, most of them had a full schedule.
"Oh, okay, Harry, feel relieved to recover." Fanlin said comfortingly, "I don't think it will be long, but I think Hermione and I should go back."
"Take care of yourself, you two..."
Ron didn't reply, he had fallen into a semi-dark state, McLagen's accident made him very happy, his position was kept, in every sense.
Fanlin and Hermione left, and after a while, a rumbling snoring sounded from Ron's bed. After a while, Madam Pomfrey came out of the office, this time wearing a thick nightgown.
Pretending to sleep is the easiest thing; Harry turned over and heard her waving her wand to close all the curtains. The light was also turned off, and then she turned back to the office; he heard her click the door behind him, knowing she was going to sleep.
This is the third time he was taken to the school hospital because of a Quidditch injury. The last time he dropped the broom because a dementor appeared on the court, the previous time was because all the bones in his arm were removed by the incurable Professor Lockhart Now... it was his most painful injury... He still remembers how painful it was for the bones of his entire arm to grow overnight. Even an unexpected visitor could not relieve his discomfort-Harry Sitting up straight, his heart was beating violently, and the bandage slipped to the side.
He finally found the answer: there is a way to track Malfoy-how did he forget it, why didn't he think about it before? But the question is, how should he be called? how should I do it? Harry whispered tentatively into the darkness.
"Kreacher?" There was a loud bang, and scuffles and screams suddenly filled the quiet room. Ron yelled and woke up.
"What did —?" Ron looked dumbfounded. He was dreaming of returning to the team, and then, as everyone expected, he gave him the task of holding the Quidditch goal.
As for the others, such as songs like "Weasley is our King", oh, this one is simple but it's pretty good.
However, all of this was destroyed...Unfortunately, Ron was a little dazed, he hadn't recovered from his joy.
Harry felt a little scalp, he wasn't sure if the loud noise would provoke Madam Pomfrey, but if they continued like this, the result would be certain.
Harry hurriedly pointed his wand at the door of Madam Pomfrey's office and whispered "Whisper!" so she wouldn't run out.
Then he crawled to the end of the bed to see what was born. Two house elves were rolling on the floor in the middle of the room. One of them was wearing a crumpled maroon pullover and a few woolen hats. The other was tied with a dirty rag around his waist, like It's a loincloth.
At this time, there was another loud bang, and Pepy Ghost appeared above the two elves who were fighting together.
"I saw it, silly baby Potter!" he yelled to Harry angrily, pointed to the house-elf who was fighting below, and giggled loudly. "Look at these two quarreling little beasts, bite, bite, beat, beat—"
"Kreacher can't be disrespectful to his master in front of Dobby, he can't, otherwise Dobby will close Kreacher's mouth for him!" Dobby shouted in a sharp voice.
"Kick! Catch!" Pepigui happily called, and threw some chalk at them to further anger them, "Twist! Poke!"
"Kreacher wants to say what his master thinks, yes, and what kind of master he is, making friends with dirty mudbloods, oh, what would poor Kreacher's mistress say--? "
They couldn't figure out what Kreacher's mistress was going to say, because at that moment Dobby put his tumourous fist into Kreacher's mouth and knocked out half of his teeth.
Harry had no hope for Kreacher anymore. Since Vahlin threatened Kreacher and then brought Regulus back, Kreacher had changed his views on Vahlin and Hermione.
But what does this have to do with Harry Potter.
So, even if Harry is the little master of Kreacher, but get respect from Kreacher's mouth?
If Stupid Potter counts...
Harry and Ron both jumped out of the bed and pulled the two elves apart, but they still tried to kick each other.
Pippi flew around the chandelier, screaming to instigate them, "Poke his nostrils with your fingers, pull his nose, pull his ears—"
Harry pointed his wand at Pippi and said, "Tongue is locked!" Pippi grabbed his throat, choked, and flew out of the house suddenly, making a dirty gesture but could not speak. , Because his tongue is already glued to the upper jaw.
"Pretty," Ron said appreciatively, and he lifted Dobby into the air to prevent his swaying limbs from touching Kreacher.
"That's another prince's spell, isn't it?" Ron asked.
"Yes~EbookFREE.me~ Harry said, twisting Kreacher's dry arm and strangling his neck.
"Okay—I forbid you to fight! Well, Kreacher, I forbid you to fight with Dobby. Dobby, I know I have no power to order you... But Fanlin can, if you don’t mind, I can take him Call it over."
"Dobby is an obedient house elf. He can obey the orders of his master and anyone he likes. No matter what Harry Potter wants him to do, Dobby will do it." Dobby said, tears from his eyes. The wrinkled face dripped down and dripped onto his pullover.
This is what makes Harry the most unbearable, and Dobby is always crying.
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