HP Magic Biography

Hush, keep your voice down. Fan Lin pulled Hermione, no matter what happened, the two of them missed this wonderful Quidditch match.

Although Fan Lin was not very good at Quidditch, he was still happy to see Harry make a fool of himself.

Why are we following him? Hermione whispered.

Fan Lin didn't answer, but just controlled the wand to condense a puddle of water in the corridor not far away.

Through the water, Fan Lin could clearly see three people, two very awkward girls, plus a tall boy.

Malfoy...so, he and those two girls... Hermione said hesitantly, it seemed that Malfoy and those two girls didn't shy away from it at all, and dragged them forward with their hands.

Couldn't you hurry up, idiot. We don't have much time. Malfoy's growl came over, but then fell silent.

What are they doing, why don't they have time? Hermione asked.

Let's follow. Fan Lin said, seeing Malfoy disappearing at the end of the corridor, he pulled Hermione to follow quickly.

Do what Harry has always wanted to do. Fan Lin said, watching Malfoy lead the two girls to the abandoned corridor on the second floor.

Myrtle? Hermione exclaimed. Myrtle's toilet, what's Malfoy going to do?

Fan Lin ran over quickly, only to hear a bang, after which Malfoy and the two girls disappeared.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

Fan Lin was a little uncertain, Dumbledore should have sealed the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets,

but now……

Harry is telling the truth? said Hermione, Stupid what Malfoy is really doing...

I don't know, it's not a good thing anyway. Fan Lin shook his head, in order not to startle the snake, they had to leave here first.

Malfoy didn't put the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement, so the Room of Requirement is no longer safe, but...

Malfoy doesn't know Parseltongue either, how did he get into the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and Dumbledore has promised to seal the Chamber of Secrets...

Voldemort gave Malfoy some reward?

However, when Fan Lin and Hermione returned to the Quidditch arena to take a look at the Gryffindor team, Fan Lin had been looking forward to Luna's commentary, but Neville passed on Harry's sad news. .

Shocked! The Gryffindor players disagreed, the goalkeeper clashed with the team's hunter and captain, and the reason behind it turned out to be like this...

Hey, I have a picture here. Neville said, and took out Colin's camera. Now Colin has upgraded his Muggle camera early.

It can be clearly seen that McLaggen hit Harry on the head with a Bludger menacingly, and then Harry lost control of the broom and fell down.

Hey, leave me some photos, I think Fred and George will need them. Fan Lin said cautiously, Remember, you must...

...

It's great of you to come over with me, Ron grinned.

Harry, who had just woken up, blinked and looked around. Of course: he's in the school hospital. The indigo sky outside was tinged with crimson. The game ended hours ago...

There was no hope of catching Malfoy. That was Harry's first thought.

Harry thought his head was strangely heavy; he felt it, and found that it was wrapped in a stiff bandage.

What happened? Harry was a little dazed. He sat up and found that Madam Pomfrey was beside him, and then there were Fan Lin and Hermione.

Fan Lin seemed to be holding a photo in his hand...

The head is broken, Madam Pomfrey hurriedly put down the thing in her hand, and then he pressed it on the pillow again.

There's nothing to worry about. I'll be cured right away, but you'll have to lie here tonight. Don't push too hard for a few hours.

Oh... I don't want to spend the night here, Harry said angrily, sitting up and throwing the covers back. I'm going to find McLaggen and kill him.

I'm afraid that would be 'excessive force', Madam Pomfrey said firmly, pushing him down on the bed, raising her wand in a threatening tone. You must stay here until I let you go, or I will go to the headmaster.

She hurried back into the office, and Harry fell asleep on the pillow annoyed.

Do you know the score we lost in the end? he asked through gritted teeth.

Well, I know, Fan Lin said apologetically. The final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty.

Three hundred and twenty... Ginny did a good job...

Oh, I think you may have misunderstood something. Fan Lin said, Gryffindor is sixty points. Since you left, there has been basically no excess. In the end, Hufflepuff's hunters caught the Golden Snitch.

Great, Harry said, furiously. That's great! Just let me catch McLaggen—

Hey man, you don't want to catch him, he's as big as a troll, said Ron wisely. Personally I think we'd better figure out a way to put the Prince's long toenail spell on him. Anyway, the rest of the team probably got rid of him before you got out, and they're not happy...

There was a tinge of uncontrollable joy in Ron's voice; Harry could see that Ron was almost ecstatic to know that McLaggen had messed things up.

Oh, my God... Harry felt a little bad, he was lying there straight, staring at the small light on the ceiling, his newly healed head didn't hurt, to be precise, he just felt under the bandage Some parts are fragile.

I can hear the game commentary here, Ron said with a trembling laugh. I hope that from now on, it will be Luna who explains the game...failure...

Harry was too angry to laugh at the situation, and it took a while for Ron's laugh to die down.

Ginny came to visit you when you were unconscious, Fan Lin said in a considerate manner. This was probably the news Harry wanted to hear the most.

This made Harry's thoughts come alive again, and a scene was quickly imagined in his mind. Ginny was crying on his unconscious body, confessing to him how deeply infatuated she was with him, and Ron was on the sidelines. bless them...

By the way, she said you arrived just in time for the game. How come? You left here early. Ron remembered.

Oh... said Harry, and Ron's words shattered all illusions in Harry's mind.

This made Fan Lin feel very cruel. You can't be so harsh on a patient, but these two should be considered patients.

Yeah... Well, I saw Malfoy sneaking back with two girls, and the girls didn't seem to want to follow him. This is the second time he hasn't been on the field with the whole school. He Got away from the last match, remember? Harry sighed. I wish I had gone after him, the game lost so badly...

Don't be stupid, said Ron sharply. You can't miss a Quidditch match just to keep track of Malfoy, you're the captain!

I just wondered what trick he was playing, Harry said. Don't tell me it's all my imagination, especially since I heard between him and Snape—

I never said that was all your imagination, said Ron, propping himself up on one elbow, frowning at Harry, but there's no rule that only one person here can plot anything at a time! You Obsessed with Malfoy, Harry. I mean, willing to miss the game just to follow him...

Fan Lin and Hermione remained silent... Well, it's better not to discuss this matter with Harry, at least until Harry recovers.

I want to catch him on the spot! said Harry in great frustration. I mean, where does he go every time he disappears off the map?

I don't know... Hogsmeade? Ron suggested, yawning.

I've never seen him go through the secret passages on the map. I suppose they're being watched?

Well, then, I don't know, said Ron.

They fell silent.

Harry stared up at the circle of lights on the ceiling, thinking... If he had Rufus Scrimgeour's powers, he could arrange to follow Malfoy, but unfortunately Harry was not full An office of Aurors at his beck and call... to get some help, but that's problematic because people will miss classes; after all, most of them have full schedules.

Oh, well, Harry, rest assured. Fan Lin said comfortingly, I don't think it will be too long, but I think Hermione and I should go back.

Take care of yourselves, you two...

Ron didn't reply, he had already fallen into a semi-twilight state, McLaggen's accident made him very happy, his position was preserved, in various senses.

Fan Lin and Hermione left, and after a while, rumbling snoring came from Ron's bed. Madam Pomfrey emerged from her office a moment later, this time wearing a thick nightgown.

Pretending to be asleep was the easiest thing; Harry rolled over and heard her draw all the curtains with a flick of her wand. The lights were turned off, too, and she turned and went back to the office; he heard her close the door behind him and knew she was going to bed.

This is the third time he has been taken to the school hospital for a Quidditch injury. The last time he dropped his broom because of a dementor on the pitch, and the one before that was when all the bones in his arm were removed by that hopelessly stupid Professor Lockhart It was the worst injury he'd ever suffered...he remembered how painful it was to have a bone grow out of his entire arm overnight, and even an unexpected visitor didn't ease his discomfort -Harry Sitting up straight, his heart pounding, the bandage slipped to the side.

He finally had the answer: there was a way to track Malfoy - how had he forgotten, why hadn't he thought of it before? But the question is, how to call him? how should I do it? Harry whispered tentatively into the darkness.

Kreacher? There was a loud snap, and scuffles and screams immediately filled the quiet room. Ron yelped and woke up.

What happened—? Ron was stunned. He was dreaming that he would return to the team, and then, as everyone expected, he was given the task of guarding the Quidditch goal.

As for the others, like the ballads like 'Weasley is our king', oh, it's a simple sentence but it's pretty good.

However, all of this was ruined... Ron couldn't help but feel a little dazed, he hadn't woken up from his joy yet.

Harry felt a little dizzy, he wasn't sure if the loud noise would offend Madam Pomfrey, but if they continued like this, the result would be certain.

Harry hastily 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 going on. Two house-elves were rolling on the floor in the middle of the room, one of them was wearing a crumpled maroon jumper and woolen hats, the other had a dirty rag tied around his waist like a It's a loincloth.

Then there was another loud bang, and Peeves appeared in the sky above the two wrestling elves.

I see it, silly baby Potter! he yelled at Harry angrily, pointing at the fighting house-elves below, and giggling loudly. Look at these two bickering little beasts, biting, biting, hitting, hitting—

Kreacher can't disrespect his master in front of Dobby, he can't, or Dobby will gag Kreacher for him! Dobby shouted in a shrill voice.

—Kick! Catch! cried Peeves happily, throwing some chalk at them to further irritate them. Twist! Poke!

Kreacher is going to tell his master's opinion, yes, and what kind of master he is, befriending dirty mudbloods, oh, what will poor Kreacher's mistress say—?

They couldn't figure out exactly what Kreacher's mistress was going to say, because that's when Dobby shoved his little warty fist into Kreacher's mouth, knocking out half of his teeth.

Harry no longer had any hope for Kreacher, since Van Lin threatened Kreacher and then got Regulus back, Kreacher had changed towards Van Lin and Hermione.

But what does that have to do with me, Harry Potter.

So, even though Harry is Kreacher's little master, but gaining respect from Kreacher's mouth?

If Stupid Potter counts...

Both Harry and Ron jumped out of bed, pulling the two elves apart, but they still tried to kick each other.

Peeves flew around the chandelier, screaming and admonishing them, Poke his nostrils, pull his nose, pull his ears—

Harry pointed his wand at Peeves and read, Tongue locked! Peeves grabbed his own throat, choked, and flew out of the room, making obscene gestures but was speechless , because his tongue has stuck to the palate.

Nice, said Ron appreciatively, lifting Dobby into the air to keep his flailing limbs from touching Kreacher.

That's another prince's spell, isn't it? Ron asked.

Yes, said Harry, twisting Kreacher's withered arm around his neck.

Okay—I forbid you to fight! Well, Kreacher, I forbid you to fight Dobby. Dobby, I know I don't have the power to order you... But, Fan Lin can, if you don't mind, I can put him Shout out.

Dobby is an obedient house elf. He can obey the orders of his master and anyone he likes. Whatever Harry Potter wants him to do, Dobby will do it. Dobby said, tears from It dripped down his wrinkled little face and dripped onto his jumper.

This was what bothered Harry the most, Dobby was always crying.

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