Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Looking at Sahuan's car, Chris had a serious expression on his face: "You have been staying here recently and watching this cave for me. If anyone comes, run to the edge of the forest and contact me through this. I will contact you after a while." come over."

Handing an enchanted parchment to a bird and turning it into a bird is a small communication trick with a single purpose, and the magic power does not last long before it changes back, so it is not used much in the magic world.

The car nodded... After indicating that he had remembered this, Chris left. When he looked back from afar, he could still see the bright car headlights shining on him, and he suppressed the corner of his eyes. The twitch leaves the forbidden forest.

This was the third thing that Chris didn't expect.

......

As the time gets closer to Christmas, the students' mood seems to be relaxed. There have been no attacks recently, and there will be a Quidditch match soon, and it will be Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

These two academies, which have had a long-standing feud, were extremely explosive every time they competed. In the most serious cases, they even started fighting directly on the field, and Mrs. Huo Qi couldn't stop it even by deducting points.

To hell with any honor, the greatest honor is to knock down the little snake (little lion) in front of you. Even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff like to watch it. They want to beat each other's brains out. teams compete because there are often programs to watch outside of the competition.

Especially this year, Malfoy of Slytherin asked his father to sponsor the team's seven latest and fastest broomsticks. This made the atmosphere in the Gryffindor team very dull, they were under great pressure and their tempers were very bad. big.

Wood brought the team together in the locker room.

"Harry, it's up to you. The Seeker is the most important. Some things cannot be accumulated with money. Either catch the Golden Snitch before Malfoy, or die on the field!"

Wood's chest heaved violently with excitement, and the other team members were also tense. They had worked hard for this competition. They had not had a good rest on weekends for three months, and their clothes were soaked after training.

Harry nodded nervously. There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, and the sky was so gloomy that it seemed like it would rain at any time.

Chris leaned in the corner and watched the players on both sides take off to start the fierce competition. He was not interested in Quidditch. He just came here to wait for one person, a house elf to be precise.

Dobby, the Malfoy house elf, has repeatedly tried to prevent Harry from entering school this year to avoid danger.Chris had to say that this was done with good intentions, and Dumbledore had no need for others to worry about Harry's safety.

As time went by, there was indeed a problem with the Bludger and it began to hit Harry. They had to pause the game. After Mrs. Hooch's inspection, nothing was found, and then the game continued.

The magic of house elves is different from that of wizards, and it is difficult to detect traces. Chris walked around the Quidditch pitch without finding any trace of Dobby.

"Can't this thing be stopped? It's a bit bad." Chris frowned and muttered. After walking around again, he still didn't find any traces.

Just when Chris was about to give up, he heard a slight snap of his fingers, which was inaudible under the huge cheers and rain in the arena.

It's very close, but I still can't tell where it is...

"Dobby, come out, I know you are there." Chris said with a cold voice in the direction of the snap.

After a while, an elf timidly walked out of the shadows, with two eyes as big as tennis balls on his long nose showing innocent eyes.

"Master Will...Dobby is honored to meet you." Dobby, wearing a torn pillowcase, said tremblingly.

"It seems you still recognize me."

"Of course, Dobby always remembers Master Will. Master Will, can you save Harry Potter? He is dying." Dobby said urgently.

"He looks fine, you are worrying too much Dobby." Chris glanced at Harry who was about to win the game. The biggest danger is you...

"No, no, Master...ah, Dobby is a bad guy." He who always wanted to reveal Lucius's conspiracy started his trademark head-banging.

"Hey, listen Dobby. I need you to do me a favor, okay?" Chris said quickly to reassure him.

"Dobby is willing to help Master Will."

"I hope you won't disturb Potter recently and hand this note to him at some point." Chris took out a note from his arms and handed it over.

"But Dobby wants to save Harry Potter." Dobby stared at his innocent eyes and begged.

"You have to believe me, you have to believe Dumbledore, we already know what is going to happen. You just need to do this well, and in return I can help you get free."

"Is it true? Dobby longs for freedom. Dobby is willing to do anything for freedom." Dobby took the note excitedly, "Master Will, when should I give this to Harry?"

"Well, just leave me a mark, and I'll let you know the specific time. In addition, I need you to explain your situation clearly when you hand the note to Potter, and then tell him that the note was found at Malfoy's house. ,understand?"

"No... Dobby can't lie, Dobby can't slander his master, but Dobby wants to be free. Dobby is a bad guy, Dobby is a bad guy." Dobby, who was struggling in his heart, started banging his head against the wall again. .

Chris couldn't stand it anymore: "Okay, okay, just say that he is a guy who has a deep relationship with one of the 28 holy pure-blood families who was a Death Eater, and he will be found in that family and asked to be handed over to you. Damn it, that’s alright.”

Dobby looked at Chris with wide eyes. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't remember such a long sentence for a while, or because he was shocked that he could introduce himself in such a roundabout way.

"How about it, Dobby. Can you complete this task? Think about the freedom you have longed for, and you have not betrayed your master." Chris smiled like a devil, tempting an innocent soul to fall into the abyss. .

"Dobby... Dobby promises to complete the mission assigned by Master Will." The elf puffed up his chest, not sure whether he was defeated by the freedom he longed for or was confused by Chris.

Chris nodded with satisfaction. This is a talent that can be created. In order to prevent him from forgetting, Chris took the note back and wrote that sentence on it with a wand.

At this time, huge cheers came from the stadium. Gryffindor won the game. Harry Potter was the Chosen One after all. He caught the Golden Snitch.