HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Dobby

Olga came to Harry's bed again. His hand was probably seriously injured, and his expression was very painful even in his sleep.

She was about to heal him when she met Harry's eyes which suddenly opened.

"profound--"

"Shhh."

Olga covered Harry's mouth, glanced next door, and was relieved after making sure that Draco was not awake. After setting up the barrier, she released her hand from Harry's mouth.

She said nothing, but just helped Harry heal his arm which was slowly growing bones.

"It doesn't hurt anymore! Thank you!"

Harry moved his arm in surprise. Although Madam Pomfrey's potion was effective, the growth process was too painful.

Olga nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Harry.

"Olga, can you hear some...strange noises?"

Harry heard those vicious words again, which woke him up from his sleep.

Olga was confused and turned to look at Harry.

"Something like 'tear him apart, kill him'."

Harry was a little embarrassed.

Olga frowned and finally said the first sentence: "When did you hear it?"

"A while ago, maybe in October? The first time was in Lockhart's office, he asked me to help answer fan mail -"

Seeing Olga's impatient expression when she heard Lockhart's name, Harry quickly changed his words.

"I heard it later on Halloween, too! It was because I was chasing that voice that I was mistaken for the murderer of Mrs. Norris!"

Harry felt a little angry when he thought about it, but he calmed down after seeing Olga.

"I heard it just now, so I woke up suddenly. When I woke up, I saw you here..."

Just now? Doesn't that mean...

"I just heard a hissing sound from a snake, if that's what you mean," Olga said calmly.

"Snake?!" Harry was surprised. He thought of the snake he accidentally released in the zoo.

"Maybe you can understand snakes' language." Olga said, and then looked at a corner. "Someone is looking for you. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, she disappeared into the school infirmary without waiting for Harry's reaction. Harry originally wanted to ask her what happened recently.

Well, actually I’m a little hesitant to ask.

As soon as Olga left, a house elf appeared beside Harry's bed.

"Dobby?!" Harry said in surprise.

Harry could hardly control his anger after learning from Dobby that the Bludger was controlled by it.

"So you keep saying you want to protect me, but at the same time you want to kill me with your Bludger?"

Dobby said in horror, "No, it's not a crash! Dobby just hopes to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home seriously injured than to stay here!"

Dobby groaned in pain, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Harry Potter once defeated the great evil who must not be named. He is our hope! Dobby cannot let Harry Potter stay here, because history will repeat itself and the Chamber of Secrets will be opened again--"

At this point, Dobby's expression became even more horrified, and he began to bang his head again.

Harry was a little worried that Malfoy next door would be woken up, so he tried to stop Dobby.

"Hey, Dobby, calm down, you don't want to wake the people next to you, do you?"

Dobby stopped moving and cautiously peeked at the bed behind the curtain. When he saw who it was, he suddenly trembled unconsciously and muttered in a low voice.

"Oh my god, bad Dobby, very bad Dobby, actually betrayed his master in front of his little master..."

Harry couldn't hear what Dobby was saying, so he just continued with his own confusion.

"You said the Chamber of Secrets was once opened. Do you know who opened it?"

But Dobby's mind was extremely tense at the moment, and he was completely immersed in his own world.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, as if someone had just woken up from a dream.

"Someone's coming, Dobby has to go!"

There was a loud pop, and Dobby was gone.

Then, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall entered the ward carrying something like a sculpture.

After a while, Madam Pomfrey also arrived.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey whispered.

"Yes, and there was a bunch of grapes next to him... We thought he was trying to sneak over to see Potter."

Harry, who was pretending to be asleep, felt his stomach twitch violently when he heard this. He looked up quietly and found that it was Colin.

“Perhaps the perpetrator was caught on camera?”

A few people wanted to check the camera, but they watched it melt.

"This..." Professor McGonagall was surprised, "This is... Albus, does this mean--"

"The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again," said Dumbledore solemnly.

Harry lay in bed feeling cold all over.

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After leaving the ward, Olga did not go back to the dormitory directly. She hesitated for a moment and then teleported to the Weasley brothers' dormitory.

This was her first time in a Gryffindor dormitory, a boys' dormitory at that.

Olga didn't dare to look around, she just stood beside Fred and George's bed in a daze for a while.

They are in very bad shape.

He looked haggard, with scars on his face, and even frowned when he slept.

Olga sighed, then silently raised her hands to heal the two men's injuries.

You two gentlemen really don't know how to take care of your bodies.

After George's wound healed, Olga turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, something unexpected happened. A big hand suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly, and then a great force pulled her behind her.

Olga felt as if her back had hit a metal plate. A muffled sound came from behind her, followed by a dizzying feeling... George grabbed her waist and pressed her under him.

Fred, who was in the next bed, quickly took out his wand and cast a sleeping spell on his other roommate.

Olga was stunned by the brothers' smooth movements.

"Princess..."

George's voice was a little dry. He buried his head in Olga's neck, greedily sniffing the girl's unique fragrance.

"Baby...baby..."

George kept murmuring, his breath spraying on the exposed skin of the girl's neck.

A little itchy.

Olga dodged uncomfortably, which resulted in George holding her tighter.

"Please... don't go..."

Fred sat down on the bed and looked at Olga lovingly. It had been a long time since they had seen the little snake so closely.

He raised his hand and touched Olga's face, then spoke devoutly.

"We're not dreaming...are we?"