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Chapter 207: You Can't Beat Him, So You Come to Beat Me?
Chapter 207: You Can't Beat Him, So You Come to Beat Me?
"Who is your master? Tell me quickly!" Harry grabbed Dobby's wrist and shouted.
"Dobby cannot say, sir! Please don't ask anymore, don't torment poor Dobby anymore", Dobby blinked his large, saucer-like eyes, looking pitifully at Harry as he muttered.
"Dobby can only tell you, sir, that this school will become very dangerous because Dobby saw that Young Wizard open the Dangerous Object right next to you! Dobby wanted to take the Dangerous Object from his hands, but Dobby is just a poor, weak House-elf and is no match for him." Dobby couldn't help but scream.
So, you can't beat him, so you come to beat me? You want to drive me out?
Harry rolled his eyes, enduring Dobby's unpleasant screeching, and asked loudly, "Then tell me who the Young Wizard is?"
Dobby hesitated, unsure if he should speak. After all, in his view, it was his master's plan and shouldn't be revealed.
But in the end, his concern for Harry Potter prevailed, and Dobby opened his mouth to speak.
But in the next moment, as if sensing something, Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared from in front of Harry.
Harry reached out to grab him but missed. At that moment, footsteps echoed from outside the door, and Harry quickly lay down and pretended to be asleep.
Click.
The door to the Hospital Wing opened, and Harry opened his eyes slightly to see Madam Pomfrey enter. He guessed she might have been drawn by the noise.
Indeed, Madam Pomfrey walked to Harry's bedside, looked curiously at the pillow and jar that had fallen to the floor, tidied them up, and then left again.
Harry opened his eyes wide and called Dobby's name softly, but no one responded for a long time.
The next morning, early.
When Ivan entered the Great Hall, he saw a crowd gathered around the point pools. He glanced over and realized that Gryffindor's point pool was completely empty.
This was normal, as it was still early in the school year, and Professor Mcgonagall had deducted two hundred points at once, leaving them not only with no points but also a negative score.
This might be the first time in Hogwarts' history that a house had a negative score.
Ivan thought this, and what surprised him even more was that the point pool of Slytherin House was also empty, clearly having been completely deducted.
"Professor Snape is so generous in deducting points from Slytherin House?" Ivan said in surprise, remembering that Snape was quite protective of his own house.
Ron, who was eating hot porridge, lifted his head and said with a smirk.
"Of course, I heard that Snape was almost furious when he found out that the Slytherins were thoroughly beaten by us on the Quidditch Pitch."
That makes sense, Ivan realized. Snape must have been angry that Slytherin lost to Gryffindor in the melee.
George and Fred joined in at this moment, grinning. "You were amazing yesterday! We all saw you charge in and knock over a dozen Slytherins. If it weren't for you, we might not have won."
"It was alright, just like that", Ivan said casually.
To him, it was just a matter of taking down a bunch of kids; there was nothing to be particularly happy about.
Hermione couldn't help but interject at this point.
"You should have been calmer yesterday instead of getting into a fight with Slytherin on the Quidditch pitch without understanding the situation."
"Otherwise, we wouldn't have lost two hundred points from Professor Mcgonagall! Now, we definitely won't win the House Cup this semester!"
Hermione was very angry. Originally, with her and Ivan working hard to earn points, Gryffindor was leading by a significant margin.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would have won the House Cup this semester without any trouble. Now, with this incident, it was likely impossible.
The biggest beneficiary of this situation was probably Ravenclaw House. They immediately surpassed the originally first and second-ranked Gryffindor and Slytherin, taking the top spot!
George and Fred immediately fell silent. Deducting all the points from Hogwarts House was a serious matter, and even they, who were usually mischievous, felt somewhat guilty when they thought about it.
Ivan, however, wasn't too concerned.
After all, in Gryffindor House,
points were plentiful! Deduct as many as you want!
In any case, Dumbledore would add them back at the end of the semester.
Ivan thought this, but soon realized that this year's big boss, Tom Riddle, was already under his control.
Harry lost out on an exciting adventure, and Dumbledore seemed to have no reason to give him points.
Could they really lose the House Cup this year?
Ivan scratched his head, unable to come up with a solution for the moment.
After breakfast, Ivan packed his things and headed to today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
On the way, he noticed that Harry seemed distracted, but he didn't pay too much attention, thinking that perhaps Dumbledore had a conversation with him.
After class started, Lockhart stood on the stage as usual, performing a story from the book with Neville.
Today's content was about how he subdued a vampire hiding in a crowd during Halloween.
However, the young witches and wizards below looked at him with distrust, and some even loudly mentioned Lockhart fainting on the Quidditch pitch, which led to bursts of laughter.
The classroom was filled with a lively atmosphere.
Lockhart tried to explain that he was just in poor condition yesterday, but unfortunately, this only brought more ridicule from the students. Even Hermione was unwilling to defend him.
Lockhart appeared calm on the surface, but he was extremely anxious inside.
He couldn't bear such a life any longer, so after the class ended, he found an excuse to take Ivan to his office.
*Bang*
Lockhart locked the office door, then turned to Ivan anxiously.
"Hals, when will the things you mentioned be ready?"
"It will take at least a month; my materials haven't even arrived yet", Ivan said, shrugging helplessly.
"But I can't wait a month!" Lockhart paced back and forth in the office, almost making Ivan dizzy.
"Then add five hundred Galleons, and I'll try my best to complete it within two weeks", Ivan hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Alright, five hundred Galleons, two weeks!" Lockhart nodded without hesitation.
Seeing Lockhart agree so readily, Ivan couldn't help but twitch his lips. It seemed he had underestimated Lockhart's wealth. If he had known, he should have asked for more.
(End of Chapter)
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