Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 242 Goodbye Dobby!

This is the second time Harry has come to Dumbledore's office.

Now, he is alone here.

Professor Dumbledore was not here, and McGuffin who came with him was also stopped by Professor Snape below.

Everything that Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy messed up here yesterday has been completely restored.

For some reason, when he was the only one left in this wonderful office, the first thought that came to Harry's mind was the crumpled sorting hat.

He is hesitating.He looked warily at the wizards and wizards on the surrounding walls.

——Try wearing it on your head, it should be fine, right?
Harry was very nervous... not just the sleeping pictures, but the phoenix was also tilting its head (perched on a gilded perch) and seemed to be staring at him.

—I hope this phoenix will not tell Dumbledore.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry still couldn't stop his curiosity.

Since the Sorting Hat said last semester that it was more appropriate to sort him into Slytherin House, and after meeting Voldemort (Quirrell)...

He has always had a question in his mind... What does the mad hat mean by what it said?
——Why is Slytherin more suitable for him?
Harry stepped forward quietly, picked up the hat from the partition, and slowly put it on his head.

After a while, a faint voice rang in his ear, whispering like the first time.

"Something is hard to figure out, isn't it? Harry Potter?"

……

"Something you can't figure out, eh? MacGuffin Albert?"

Snape thought happily in his heart, he finally figured out why that old bee always concealed most of the things... Maybe it was because watching others bewildered and preoccupied, he would have a leisurely sense of IQ superiority in his heart.

This feeling

——Extremely cool!

Snape came to such a conclusion darkly in his heart.

McGuffin stood in front of Snape, wondering what the hell this bat monster was doing?
Why did he kindly give himself unicorn blood in advance to suppress the activation of the [Blood Curse].

And his wizard robe is still swishing and shaking...

Isn't this guy cold at the room temperature at Hogwarts these days?
Previously, McGuffin and Harry came to the huge and ugly stone monster in confusion.

(On the way, the two of them passed the inspection of the patrolling Aurors several times. These Aurors seemed to think that the dark wizard would still pretend to be a little wizard and wander around Hogwarts... It's ridiculous).

After they uttered the code word 'cold lemonade' (the monster jumped aside), when they were about to go in.

Unexpectedly, Snape appeared from there and called McGuffin to stop.

Originally, Harry wanted to accompany McGuffin, but after a few words with Snape, he hurriedly fled to Dumbledore's office.

Only McGuffin and the old bat were left in place.

Unexpectedly, Snape then 'kindly' provided [Unicorn Blood Potion]...to suppress the [Blood Curse] on McGuffin.

This guy!
If you don't have anything to do, there will be no pies in the sky...

All kinds of conspiracies and schemes, fraudulent pyramid schemes passed through McGuffin's mind... before he could think about it.

Next to Snape, a figure slowly appeared.

The translucent figure was gradually given color, the long silvery white...

It's Dumbledore.

"McGuffin!"

"I asked Professor Snape to give you this... After all, Hogwarts has seen some clues these days, I think you should be able to detect what happened!?"

"This thing is just in case. I have asked Professor Snape to pay attention to you when I was away...In this school, Professor Snape can be trusted..."

"But after all, Snape can't be by Harry's side all the time... I think you remember our agreement last semester!"

Dumbledore said, looking into McGuffin's eyes.

"Professor, I will not let Harry and the others get into a dangerous situation!" McGonagall said.

"No no no!"

Dumbledore shook his head lightly, "Just let it be!"

Gan!
The old bee!
He is going to play us to death!
This guy won't have any script arrangements!

Perhaps Dumbledore saw that Snape and McGuffin's faces were not quite right, and hurriedly added, "You can see the situation...I believe in you, McGuffin!"

"You have enough courage and wisdom to keep yourself and Harry safe!"

"Look at what you said, I can't believe myself!"

McGuffin turned this witty remark in his mind a few times, but still didn't dare to say it.

He suspected that this black-bellied old fox had made clear arrangements for him and Snape, two poor beaters.

McGuffin lowered his head and thought...

What the hell did Dumbledore know?
Should not be!

Obviously, McGuffin himself knows all the information better than this guy.

What the hell is he missing...

[Chamber of Secrets] [Basilisk] [Snape's Room Stolen] [Giant Plant]...

How does it all connect?
Without waiting for McGuffindor to think, Dumbledore continued, "Okay, I'll stop here, don't keep Harry waiting... let's go up!"

After speaking, he himself walked onto the magic revolving escalator behind the stone statue.

……

"Yes, I still stand by that statement—"

"You'd be a good fit in Slytherin, and achieve more..."

Harry's heart sank suddenly.He grabbed the top of the hat, pulled it off his head, and dropped it on the shelf where it had been.

He felt short of breath for a while.

"You're wrong," Harry said loudly to the Sorting Hat limp on the shelf.

"What's wrong! Harry!"

Dumbledore's voice came from behind him, and Harry turned around suddenly, it turned out that the professor had just returned to his office.

Follow the MacGuffin!
Afterwards, to Harry's relief, Dumbledore didn't think much of what he had just done.

Dumbledore questioned McGuffin and Harry again this time.

The scene about how they saw Malfoy, and what that... Parseltongue said.

Upon hearing a voice say:
——'When I found you'

Dumbledore interrupted both of their narrations.

"You clearly heard that it has an owner behind this voice, right?"

Dumbledore said with his hands folded and his head bowed.

"Yes! Professor..." McGuffin replied, "Harry and I both clearly heard the voice neighing like this, and after that it disappeared..."

"Professor, the master it mentioned refers to Voldemort, right? As far as I know, he is the only one in the wizarding world who has been a famous Parseltongue wizard for the past ten years... and apart from me and Harry, we have not heard of any other wizards who can speak Parseltongue!"

Harry looked at McGuffin nervously.

"A master Dark wizard who speaks a Parseltongue monster... seems to be related to Voldemort no matter what... Maybe... Maybe Voldemort made other [Blood Curse] bearers like me?"

McGuffin had an idea.

Dumbledore raised his head and stared at the nervous faces of the two little wizards, and said with a smile.

"That's a good idea... but kind of unlikely! After you and Harry defeated Voldemort the way you and Harry did last term, MacGuffin, he probably hasn't recovered enough to cast the spell."

"And when you get the [Blood Curse] solution method from Voldemort, this spell is no longer a successful spell for Voldemort... As we all know, he has a different interest in controlling and torturing other people, and Voldemort probably doesn't bother to use this kind of spell that has a solution method and can't threaten others."

Dumbledore denied this idea, and then said, "Okay, that's it! I probably understand the situation clearly, and what you two said is very helpful for us to solve this matter..."

"Harry, McGuffin, you two can leave!" Dumbledore said softly.

Maybe it's because of what the Sorting Hat said to Harry just now that you belong to Slytherin, or maybe it's because of the question McGuffin boldly asked Professor Dumbledore just now.

Before Harry finally made up his mind to leave here, he asked Professor Dumbledore the question that had been lingering in his mind.

"Professor, I have a question for you?"

"McGuffin has a Parseltongue because of the blood curse, and can talk to snakes. What about me? My parents won't have a certain part of Slytherin's blood!"

Harry's question made Dumbledore laugh.

He stroked his long silvery white beard, and after a long time he panted and said, "Harry, this is the funniest joke I've heard in recent years! How did you come up with it... If old Potter hears this sentence, he will have to rip off all the hair he has worked so hard to grow in!"

"Don't worry, Harry! The Potter family has nothing to do with Slytherin at all. The magic family on your father's side has always been graduated from Gryffindor... As for your mother Lily, as you know, she was born of Muggles, and she is also one of the most outstanding witches I have ever seen."

"Neither has anything to do with Slytherin!"

Dumbledore added with a smile.

"As for why you can speak Parseltongue... I can only say that in the wizarding world, dark wizards like Slytherin and Voldemort are not the only ones who can speak Parseltongue... Some wizards can also learn Parseltongue after training. For example, the Druid wizard family in Eastern Europe has been proficient in many animal languages, and Parseltongue is only the most insignificant one..."

"And at Hogwarts, there are many headmasters who can speak Parseltongue. Even though I'm not very proficient, I can speak a few words..."

Dumbledore comforted, then stood up and sent McGuffin and Harry out of the principal's office.

It took a long time for Harry to realize that Dumbledore did not answer his question clearly.

—Why is he also able to use Parseltongue.

"I said, don't worry about it! Just like Dumbledore said... Isn't it true that only dark wizards can speak Parseltongue?"

"Isn't it nice to be born with a foreign language?"

McGuffin comforted Harry with strange words.

"Dude, as a 'wage earner'... you've won at the starting line!"

……

The thick, almost leaden gray clouds were pressing down steadily, suffocating.

Snowflakes dance wildly from the sky, fall and strike.

Every window in the corridor was sealed with ice, and the castle was much darker and colder than usual during the day.

The MacGuffin looks out of the frosted window...

The lawn, the roofs of the four towers, the small black stone bridge, the frozen black lake... everything is white, even extending to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

This kind of emptiness and silence has a unique beauty, but it also adds a bit of coldness to their hearts.

Now, they were helping Ron, who was trembling all over, heading for the school hospital.

Looks like the unlucky guy can't wait until Hogwarts' 'heating' (the temperature-constant magic device) is fixed.

Ron's cold was getting worse, and he could only wheeze and wheeze through his mouth because of his stuffy nose.

The white mist was streaked in the cold air, and it looked very uncomfortable.

Even due to the hot forehead, Ron's body was too weak to move independently, and his mind was also blurred.

After getting Percy's permission, McGuffin and the others hurriedly took Ron to visit Madam Pomfrey.

On the way they intermittently heard Professor MacGuffin yelling at the Aurors, and from the sound, it sounded like these guys had broken the 'heating' at Hogwarts and couldn't fix it right away.

McGuffin and the others resisted the urge to take a look, and continued walking forward.

Aurors and professors can be seen hurrying to and fro everywhere in the corridor, their expressions are very nervous and impatient.

This made McGuffin and the others quicken their pace and arrived at the school hospital.

boom! boom! boom!
After McGuffin knocked on the door a few times, a timid voice came from inside.

It feels both familiar and strange.

"Come in! There's no one here!"

After entering, Harry and McGuffin found a familiar 'figure' at a glance.

"More than!"

The house-elf stared blankly in place with his big tennis-ball eyes, and a tear rolled down his long, pointed nose.

"Mr. Harry Potter!" he murmured sadly, and then fell silent.

"Is this Dobby?"

Hermione's tone was very cautious.

Even if she hadn't met Dobby, she could tell that the elf was not doing well.

Dobby's two big eyes were swollen like the eyes of a fly, completely protruding horizontally, occupying half of his face, blue, black and purple.

There are bruises all over the body, and the original tattered clothes are covered with bloodstains... One of its arms is also tightly wrapped in a bandage, hanging... It looks like it has been broken.

Just like that, Dobby used his other movable arm to hold a delicate feather blanket, carefully preparing to clean up the lying stone statue on the bed.

That's the zombified wretch.

—Draco Malfoy!
(End of this chapter)