Reborn Evil Wizard

"what happened?"

In front of the long dining table in Slytherin, Lin Xi frowned, and glanced fiercely at Draco, who had returned from defeat, and other players who looked lonely.However, perhaps some of them gloat more than others.

"From now on, maybe Potter should avoid Quidditch." It was Blaise Zabini who spoke, and this rather narcissistic guy stroked his short white soft hair like a troubadour Softly intoned, "Oh, poor Harry Potter, our savior. Death is calling for you on the Quidditch pitch, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe now, maybe Later, however, the ominous lingers around you, remember the feeling, Harry Potter, the greatest fan of all time, he didn't fall at the hands of the great Dark Lord, he fell here."

"Cough..." Lin Xi was forced to put down his teacup as he listened to Blaise's nondescript chanting. He had no doubt that he would be the one who choked if he went on like this. "Okay, Dilmoch, tell me, what's going on, why is Potter given a new title just because I'm a few minutes late?"

"It's nothing, Xi. It's just that that guy is unlucky." Dilmoch still looked sluggish, and when he saw Lin Xi's question, he moved his body and wanted to post it, but he was immediately dragged by Draco, who had quick eyes and quick hands side.He pouted, touched his nose and snorted softly, "I remember it was him last year. He was attacked by Bludgers just sitting in the stands watching the game. But I didn't expect it to be like this this year. Look, Hogwarts How the Bludgers hate him. What the hell did that Potter do to those Bludgers!?"

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What a Potter what did that guy do to the Bludgers! ?

Listening to the countless speculations and discussions about him from the outside world.Harry, who came to the infirmary of Hogwarts again, sat in front of Madam Pomfrey, obediently stretched out the back of his injured hand, endured the stinging sensation brought by the medicinal wine, lowered his head, his black hair covered eyes for the first time A piercing cold glow emerged.

That filthy bloody house-elf!

Harry exuded a deep, dark air of death, and he had no doubt that if the elf had dared to appear before his eyes, he would have felt like strangling the vulgar creature.

It had prevented him from going back to Hogwarts when school started, but now, he had the guts to do it again.The bloody hostility in Harry's eyes flashed away, no, he didn't just want to color that little thing, the more important thing now was to find the messenger behind him, those dirty little creatures without the master's order He didn't have the guts to attack and kill him.

But the one person who surprised Harry even more was Gilderoy Lockhart.That's right, if it wasn't for him today, how could he, the dignified Harry Potter, visit the infirmary again.

Dodging those dangerous and crazy Bludgers is a breeze for Harry.But what annoyed him was that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, that guy who didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, yelled behind him and cast spells to sneak up on him.

Well, according to the innocent statement of the young professor, he just wanted to rescue his poor student.Then please tell him, the meaning of rescue is to replace the object banishment spell with the personal attack spell! ?

Harry, who has many years of dueling experience, successfully escaped those fatal attacks, unfortunately, it was only the back of his hand that was scratched by magic.But compared with his misfortune, perhaps the most unlucky ones are the students sitting around him.Not only was he persecuted by the Bludger who went crazy because he couldn't hit the right master, but he also suffered from the professor's indiscriminate attack from the rear.All in all, today is probably the busiest day in the Hogwarts hospital this year.

"Okay, remember not to touch the water today, and you will recover tomorrow." Madam Pomfrey urged in a loud voice, letting go of Harry's injured hand, signaling him to leave here.

Harry didn't say much, looked at Ron who was waiting aside, nodded slightly, then got up and walked out.But no one noticed that when he left, the hideous expression flashed across his face.

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At midnight, Harry put on the invisibility cloak, walked out of the Gryffindor tower quietly, and walked through half of Hogwarts like a ghost, arriving at the professor's office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In the dead of night, in the supposedly silent office, there were indistinct voices, and light yellow candlelight came through the crack of the door.Harry smiled coldly, took out his wand, and lightly tapped the tip of the wand on the door, only to hear an inaudible creak, and the door was easily pushed open in Harry's hands.

Walking in here, the voices in the lounge gradually became clearer. It seemed that there were two people arguing about something. One had a clear voice, and the other had a shrill tone. They both sounded like someone Harry knew well.

"...Two choices, as I said, you only have two choices. Die now or die later. Oh, well, well, I'm just lying to you. Tell me all you know, If you wish, I can let you stay in Hogwarts from now on. In fact, Mr. Dumbledore is really a good person. Otherwise, I can let you go! Of course, there will be absolutely nothing else chosen!"

"But sir, Dobby can't leave now sir. Mr Potter is in danger, and Dobby can't leave him!"

"Dangerous? Oh, are you kidding me, Mr. Elf? It's just a house elf. Do you dare to disobey the master's order and sneak out? Sneak into Hogwarts and attack my family!" Student, would a dirty house-elf like you really dare to do this without someone else's instructions? To be honest, who ordered you to do this?"

"No…"

"Oh, or do you actually want to be with your mates? Look how welcome these lovely Cornish elves are." The young and cheerful-sounding There was a hint of joy in the voice, as if he was doing something more fun than intimidating. "Come on, go on, tell me, I won't tell anyone, really."

"There's really no one! It's Dobby, it's Dobby who wants to get Mr. Potter out of here." A terrified voice sounded from Dobby's sharp voice, harsh and weird, "You can't stop me from saving Mr. Potter, he There is danger here, terrible things are going to happen here, terrible people have come to Hogwarts, it is—”

The sharp voice stopped abruptly, and Potter walked over without a sound, just in time to see this amazing scene.

This is a lounge that looks bright and even weird, but it looks weird at night.On the wall with pink wallpaper, there are densely packed small creatures struggling and wriggling.As far as the eye can see, there are countless iron blue elves with a size of eight inches. They are nailed to the wall one by one by huge silver steel nails that are sharp and terrifying. Some of the steel nails go through their limbs, and some of them chest.Although none of them would be fatal, they could only struggle there painfully, making inaudible squeaking noises.

The huge crystal chandelier shone with dreamy colors. Under the warm candlelight, Lockhart, who was wearing a violet wizard robe, tilted his head comfortably, his eyes half-closed, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc.

In front of him was the same miserable, dirty house-elf Dobby in an old pillowcase.And now he opened his glass-bead-bulging eyes wide in horror, and his tongue half-stretched out, making a hissing sound.His legs and feet flew into the air, and Lockhart raised his hand leisurely to choke his neck, so he could only keep kicking and kicking in mid-air.

"A terrible thing happened? Well, I think it is because of your appearance that Hogwarts is in chaos." Lockhart smiled sweetly, but at the same time his fingers were tightening mercilessly, as if House-elf who toyed and shook like a dead dog. "Tell me, who is your master? Where did you hear about these things?"

For a moment, Dobby seemed to think of something. He looked at the man with a mischievous smile in front of him in extreme horror. He let out a piercing scream, and then disappeared into a puff of gray smoke in his hand. .

"Tsk, it escapes quite quickly, such a low-IQ creature." Lockhart didn't seem to care much about the elf's escape, he just frowned in disgust, and then looked at the elf he had caught before. The creature's hand disgusted him, and he immediately decided to wash it well with a floral perfume.

"Lilac? Violet? Purple wormwood? Purple mandala? Or purple clover?" Pulling back the fan of a bookcase, revealing all kinds of bottles and jars inside, Lockhart happily picked among them After picking for a long time, he finally turned around in distress and asked in the direction of the open space in the shadow.

"You say, which brand of perfume should I choose? Dear Mr. Porter?"