Vol 2 Chapter 1176:

"Okay, then," Harry and Ron both let go of the elf in their hands, and they fell to the ground, but they didn't fight anymore.
"As long as you two don't fight, everything is fine." Harry said, looking at the two elves in front of him with a headache.
"Dobby, how can you be with Klitsch?" Harri asked first, and he called Kreacher alone.
"Master Al asked me to stay there," Dobby said, "and Master Al did not give Dobby any other instructions. Dobby wants to come back here."
"Oh, of course, you can come back here..." Harry said with a headache. Based on his knowledge of Fanlin, Fanlin definitely forgot Dobby, and then stayed in Sirius...
Oh, maybe there is Shining, the elf from Crouch's.
"So, Kreacher?"
"Master called me?" Kreacher said hoarsely. He bowed and glanced at Harry at the same time. His eyes clearly showed that he was not cold with Harry as a master. In fact, Kreacher could not be blamed. .
Mrs. Black's influence on Kreacher is extremely profound. After all, even if you keep a normal person with a paranoid madman for a long time, the impact will be more or less profound.
Especially after seeing Kreacher's loyalty to Regulus, Harry didn't intend to blame Kreacher, but let him inherit...
Kreacher should leave it to Sirius.
"Yes, I call you," Harry said, and he glanced at the door of Madam Pomfrey's office to make sure the whispering spell was still working; there was no sign that she heard the noise just now.
"Actually, I want you to do one thing." Harry said.
"Kreacher will do whatever the master asks," Kreacher bowed deeply, his lips almost touching the toes covered with tumors, "Because Kreacher had no choice, but Kreacher had such a master. And feel ashamed, yes—"
"Dobby will do this, Harry Potter!" Dobby screamed, tears in his tennis-sized eyes. "It is an honor for Dobby to be able to help Harry Potter!"
Harry looked at the two house elves speechlessly, one utterly rude and the other crazy?
Can't you get a normal elf?
Shining is very capable, but she always cries.
"Hey, think about it, it might be better for you two to do it together," Harry said with a headache.
"Okay, then... I want you to follow Draco Malfoy." Harry ignored the mixed expressions of surprise and irritation on Ron's face, and continued, "I want to know where he went, who to meet with, in What to do. I want you to follow him around the clock."
"Yes, Harry Potter!" Dobby said immediately, his big eyes flashing with excitement. "If Dobby does something wrong, Dobby throws himself off the tallest tower, Harry Potter!"
"No, don't do that," Harry said quickly. "Don't forget your Master Al... although he may have forgotten you."
"My master wants me to follow the Malfoy's youngest son?" Kreacher said hoarsely. "The master wants me to monitor the pure-blood grandnephew of my old mistress?"
"It's him," Harry suddenly noticed a great danger and decided to take immediate measures to prevent it from happening. "And I forbid you to warn him, Kreacher, nor tell him what you are going to do, or write him a note, or...or contact him in any way. Understand?"
He saw that Kreacher seemed to be desperately searching for a loophole in the order he had just given, and Harry waited aside.
To his great satisfaction, after a while, Kreacher bowed deeply and said with strong hatred, "The master is very thoughtful, although Kreacher would rather be Malfoy's servant, but Kreacher All must obey the master's orders, oh yes..."
"That's it, then," Harry said. "I want you to report to me regularly, but make sure to show up when no one is around me. Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione are okay. But don't tell anyone what you are doing. Just look like a pair. Just stick to Malfoy like a tumour bandage."
"Yes..." Kreacher was reluctant, but Dobby liked it very much.
"By the way, Kreacher, do you have any news about Sirius?"
"The master hasn't been home for a long time, and Kreacher is very thankful that there are no dirty people to disturb the old master's cleanliness."
"Really..." Harry was thinking that maybe Sirius was still lying in the hospital, maybe he should write a letter to his godfather.
Harry and Ron left the hospital wing of the castle early the next morning. Under the care of Mrs. Pomfrey, Ron recovered completely and began to enjoy the benefits of poisoning and illness. The biggest benefit was Hermione and Ron resumed his friendship.
Hermione even escorted them all the way to breakfast and brought them news of Ginny's quarrel with Dean.
This made Fanlin and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At least, Hermione forgave Ron. The two of them don't need to continue their life in the middle. Fanlin is better, and Harry feels very uncomfortable.
But, Ginny and Dean quarreled?
? !
The monster lurking in Harry's heart immediately raised his head and was about to move, his nose full of hope. "Why are they fighting?"
He asked indifferently as much as possible. At this moment, they turned and walked into the seventh-floor corridor, where it was empty and only a very small girl was playing with a demon doll in a short skirt.
When she saw these sixth graders coming over, she looked frightened and threw the heavy copper balance in her other hand to the ground.
"It's all right!" Hermione said friendly, rushing to help her pick up things. "Here--" She tapped the broken balance with her magic wand and said, "Repair as before."
The girl didn't thank her, she just stuck in place and watched them pass and leave.
This surprised Fanlin a few people, Hogwarts has such a rude child?
Think of those juniors in the first grade, one by one, timid, as pure as Xiao Baihua.
"Oh, leave her alone!" Harry said impatiently, and he couldn't wait to know something. "What are Ginny and Dean fighting over, Hermione?"
"Hey, yes, there is no need for Ginny and Dean to be separated for a fight," Harry continued, trying to speak nonchalantly. "Are they still together?"
"Yes, they are still together--but why are you so interested?" Hermione gave Harry a sharp look.
"I just don't want my Quidditch team to be a mess again!" He hurriedly answered, but Hermione still looked at him suspiciously.
The explanation was useless, at least, Harry was moved to Ginny, didn't he, Harry was too obvious.
Fanlin stabbed Hermione, and then Hermione seemed to understand something, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, but fortunately there was a voice behind him called: "Harry!", which made Harry greatly relieved. He took the opportunity to turn around.
"Oh, hi, Luna."
"I just went to the hospital on the side of the castle to see you," Luna said while flipping through her schoolbag. "But they said you have left--"
She stuffed Ron's hand with a thing like a green onion, a giant flower poison mushroom, and a large group of things like cat litter, and finally pulled out a dirty roll of lambskin and gave it to Harry.
"Oh, Dean laughed at the fact that McLagen hit you with a wandering ball." Hermione said.
"It's quite funny." Fanlin said sincerely. It is really a rare thing for Harry to lose weight in Quidditch. I think how proud Harry was at the beginning, with Quidditch players. The goal was then interrupted by a teammate in the middle?
"It's not funny at all!" Hermione rolled a glance, she couldn't agree with Fanlin's evil taste. "This is too bad! If Kurt and Pixar hadn't caught Harry in time, he would be seriously injured!"
"The commentary of the last game was wonderful!" Ron said to Luna, who was taking back the green onions, poisonous mushrooms and cat litter.
Luna smiled vaguely, "You're kidding me, aren't you?" she said. "Everyone said I was terrible."
"No, I'm serious!" Ron said sincerely. "I don't remember hearing such a wonderful commentary before! Besides, what is this?" He held the onion-like thing to his eyes.
"Oh, this is Songdi Root," she said, and stuffed the pile of cat litter and poisonous mushrooms back into her bag. "Keep it if you like it. I have a lot. It can block the Big Mouth very well..."
Then Luna walked away, the mad woman had no nostalgia, only Ron giggling there, still holding the songdi root.
"Look, she makes me like it more and more, I mean Luna," he said, and they continued to walk towards the hall. "I know she is a little nervous, but out of good..."
Ron suddenly stopped. Lavender Brown was standing at the bottom of the marble stairs with a look of anger.
"Hi," Ron said nervously.
"...I'm instructed to give this to you." Lavender said angrily, squeezing something into Harry's hand.
It was a lambskin scroll, and Harry immediately recognized that it was another class announcement from Dumbledore.
"Tonight," he told the others as soon as he opened the parchment roll. "Farlin, Dumbledore called you too."
Fanlin glanced at the note and said he knew it.
"So, let's go." Fanlin looked at Ron amusedly, and they hurried away.
Ron showed up at the breakfast table an hour and a half later. He knew he was annoyed. Although he and Lavender were sitting together, Harry hadn't seen them say a word to each other.
This is incredible, but think about it, the way Ron and Lavender get along...
Well, Ron must give something to reconcile, but apparently, Ron said the wrong thing in the first meeting, Lavender was a little angry, maybe Romidal’s affairs hurt deeply. Wende.
However, Fanlin felt that this was the reason why Ron didn't see Lavender.
At least, Ron won't feel better before tonight.
However, it is rare that Hermione showed great compassion and decided to help Harry check his homework, which did not exist the other day, because Harry would lend his homework to Ron.
However, looking at Ron's state...
Quiet learning is destined to be an extremely difficult thing.
However, Harry still didn't wait for Ron to return.
"Listen, I must hurry to Dumbledore's place, or it will be late..."
Hermione did not answer, but lazily crossed out the sentences that were not good in his article.
Harry grinned and hurriedly crawled through the portrait hole and rushed to the principal's office.
Rarely relaxed, you don't have to think about whether you will be chopped by the professor tomorrow, and then Ron recovers, and something interesting happened?
According to Fanlin's approach, this is not schadenfreude. We as friends feel deeply saddened by what happened to Ron.
And most importantly, Lavender would finally stop pestering Harry to ask some questions about Ron.
The monster statue jumped aside after receiving the password "Taffy Finger Biscuit". Fanlin and two rushed up the spiral staircase two steps one by one, knocking on the door at eight o'clock.
"Come in." Dumbledore cried from inside, but when Fanlin reached out to push the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Standing Professor Traoni.
"Aha!" she cried, pointing at Fanlin and Harry dramatically, her eyes blinking behind the magnifying glass.
"So, that's why I was kicked out of your office casually, Dumbledore!"
"My dear Sybil," Dumbledore said a little angrily. "There is nothing casual at all. The two of them did have an appointment with me, and I really don't think we have anything else about that. Nice to say..."
"Very well," Professor Trauni seemed to be hit hard. "If you don't get rid of the old horse that has taken up the seat, that's okay-maybe I will go to another school that respects my talent more..."
She opened the door and rushed down the spiral staircase and disappeared; they heard her trip down as she went down, and Harry guessed that she was tripped by one of his drag shawls.
"Please close the door and sit down, you two," Dumbledore said wearily. The two complied. They sat in the old seat in front of Dumbledore's table and noticed that the Pensieve was again placed among them, but there were two crystal bottles full of rotating memories next to them.
"So, Professor Trauni is still angry about Fazerun's teaching?" Fanlin asked. Compared with Trauni, Firenze is obviously more suitable for this position.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "The divination class is much more troublesome than I expected...I haven't learned how to predict before. I can neither send Fezeren back to the forbidden forest... He has been driven out from there, nor can he let Sybil Te Lilawney left school. Because she has been living with us, she doesn’t understand the dangerous environment outside the school castle. You see, she doesn’t know—I think it’s unwise to tell her—she once did that about ha Prophecy of you and Voldemort." Dumbledore sighed deeply and continued, "But don’t be careful about my faculty’s problems. We have more important things to discuss. First of all, Harry, have you completed The homework I left for you last class?"
"Ah," Harry was stuck~EbookFREE.me~ because of all the things: phantom shift class, Quidditch, Ron poisoning, his own head injury, and his desire to find out Draco Marr. What on earth is Fu going to do, Harry almost forgot that Dumbledore had asked him to fetch Professor Slughorn.
"Well, I asked Professor Slughorn after the potions class, Professor, but, uh, he didn't want to give it to me."
Dumbledore paused, then fell silent.
After a while...
"I see." Dumbledore finally spoke. He looked at the two people from the half-moon frame, making Harry feel like he was looking in the mirror as usual.
Have you done your best for this? Have you used all your brains? Have you discovered all your wisdom to get this memory?
　　
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