The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

In May, the invincible Harry fell on the Quidditch pitch.

When Ricardo heard the news, he hurried over to see if he had the same symptoms as those people.As a result, Gryffindor captain Wood told him that the cause was an out-of-control Bludger.

This kind of injury was unexpected, but not unexpected. After all, he felt that it was as strange to do sports without getting hurt as to study magic spells without setting off a fire.

However, while visiting Harry, Ricardo suddenly discovered something.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Harry noticed the seriousness in Ricardo's eyes.

"Hmm...nothing, I just found an interesting little mouse," Ricardo quickly recovered, with a hint of playfulness in his tone, "Where were we talking about just now?"

"Oh, we are discussing whether the person who opened the secret room was Malfoy..."

Ron replied with a naive look on his face, and Ricardo saw Hermione make several shut-up gestures, and finally stared at the ceiling in despair, as if she was hopeless.

"Are you working as a detective?" Ricardo smiled, "As a professor, after you complete the tasks I assigned, I have no right to interfere with your other actions. But I think you may have underestimated the Malfoy family. , after all, if they are the descendants of Slytherin, then the Malfoy family will not hesitate to write a big book about it."

"But their family seems to really hate Muggles, maybe secretly..." Harry was a little unconvinced.

"For these pure-blood families, in the face of interests, all prejudices are just pretense. If the Malfoy family were descendants of Slytherin, they would definitely use it to publicize it to gain interests, instead of actually secretly exterminating Muggles. wizard."

When Ricardo spoke, he looked up at the expressions of the three of them. Hermione seemed to understand, Ron looked confused but nodded, and Harry... before he said it, Ricardo was not sure that he understood. How much.

He suddenly realized that Harry's emotions were veiled in front of him.

After waving his hand, Ricardo stood up: "Okay, since Harry doesn't have any big problems, I'll leave first. Good afternoon, you three."

He walked out the door and walked quietly down the corridor.

One meter...two meters...

"Soul imprisonment!"

A bolt of soul magic lit up from his wand and shot towards a stone pillar.Then, he stepped forward quickly.

"Let me see, which intelligent creature that does not belong to Hogwarts is lurking here?"

Ricardo walked over with a smile.

"Dobby just wanted to sponge Harry's forehead!"

It was a house elf. His eyes as big as tennis balls were staring at Harry's door from the dark corner, and a teardrop fell from his long and upturned nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly. "Dobby warned Harry again and again, ah, sir, why didn't you listen to Dobby? Why didn't Harry go home when he missed the train?"

"What grudges are there, little one?" Ricardo felt amused, "Don't let Harry go to school? Deliberately use the elf's magic to prevent Harry from going to school?"

"Actually yes, sir," said Dobby, nodding vigorously and flapping his ears. "Dobby hid from Harry and sealed off the passage. Dobby had to burn his hand" - he held out his bandaged finger to show Ricardo - "but Dobby didn't care, sir, because he To think Harry was safe. Dobby never thought Harry would come back to school the other way!"

He shook his ugly head, back and forth.

"Dobby was so shocked to hear the news that Harry was back at school, even the master's lunch was burned! Sir..."

"I can hear the respect in your tone, so I tend to think that you have a great affection for Harry," Ricardo said slowly, pacing, "But you seem to be preventing Harry from returning. School, so that he and his best friend were almost expelled from school. If he knew, he would be so angry that he would almost strangle you."

Dobby smiled weakly.

"Dobby is used to death threats, sir. At home, Dobby gets five of them a day."

Ricardo pursed his lips.He seems to be an unintelligent guy - he can't even hear his master's angry words.You know, a house elf is particularly precious, even in a pure-blood family.

Also...hiding outside the hospital wing...preventing Harry from coming to school...

"So you were probably responsible for today's Quaffle accident? Because you almost killed Harry, you want to come and see him?"

He deliberately made the result more serious. At the same time, he suppressed his smile and extended his mental power outwards, giving the house elf a sense of oppression.

"Not kill him, sir, never!" said Dobby in shock. "Dobby just wants to save Harry's life! It's better to go home and be seriously injured than stay here, sir! Dobby just wants to save Harry's life!" I want Harry to be sent home injured!"

"That would be interesting," Ricardo's brain was working quickly, sorting out the information he had obtained from Dobby, "but I don't think that a servant who is likely to belong to a pure-blood family would have any good intentions towards Harry, especially You did so many things that hurt him."

"Oh, sir, if you only knew!" Dobby cried in pain, more tears falling, "if you only knew what he means to us lowly, enslaved wastes of the demon world! Dobby remembers When 'The Man' was at the height of his power, sir! We elves were seen as annoying pests, sir. Of course Dobby is still seen that way, sir,"

He said, wiping away tears with his hand, "But to a large extent, my life has improved since he defeated 'The One', Harry existed, and the Dark Wizard's power was overthrown. It's a A new dawn, sir. Harry shines like a beacon of hope to those of us poor bastards who thought there would be no end to the darkness. But now, sir, at Hogwarts, something terrible is happening. will happen or has happened."

"Dobby can't let him stay here. History is about to repeat itself, now that the secrets of the Chamber of Secrets are about to be revealed again—"

Dobby suddenly froze and couldn't move. Then he quickly raised his hand and slapped himself several times in succession until his body was a little shaky.

Ricardo did nothing and continued thinking.

Finally, Dobby stopped, lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and muttered: "Bad Dobby, very bad Dobby..."

"I seem to have some ideas." Ricardo raised his wand and cast an invisibility spell and a floating spell on Dobby. "You have experienced it, Dobby. I know ancient magic. Your kind of talented magic is suitable for you." It’s not a big deal to me. So don’t think about running away.”

"I'm really stupid. It's obvious that your house elf is the most informed person in the castle, but you still keep trying to verify it yourself... But it's not too late now. Come with me, Dobby, I can... teach you How to save Harry, and find out where your Malfoy family belongs."