The little life of a platinum darling

The Bludger hit Harry hard on the right arm, knocking him off his broom and missing the Snitch.

Slytherin had won without a doubt, and Draco was not happy with the ball in his hands.Harry Potter should have met the Snitch first, but was knocked off his broom by that inexplicable Bludger.In this way, even if he wins, he will not be happy.

The Bludger paused for a split second after hitting Harry, and was hit by Prof Snape's "split" and turned into a pile of inanimate fragments.

Seeing that he didn't succeed, Dobby seemed to feel that someone was interfering with its magic, looked around for a while, and chose to Apparate.Feiwenruite wanted to go out and catch him, but unfortunately he was a step too late.He frowned and thought for a while, then walked towards the field.

It's strange, it's completely different from the original, no, it's the complete opposite!Isn't Dobby supposed to show up to protect Harry?It should be a little Harry Potter admirer.So what's going on now?

Could it be "someone"'s soul movie?So house-elves suffer too? !Seeing Dobby's expression was very strange, he seemed to be very entangled, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fevereit left that place as he thought about it, and the court was already in chaos.

Harry sat on the ground with his arms folded. He fell off the broom just now, but he fell hard, and he didn't have the strength to get up all of a sudden.

The others formed a group around him, not sure if they were concerned about his body or just here to gossip and join in the fun.

The professors rushed over here quickly, yelling: "Get out of the way, get out of the way." They squeezed in.

"Oh, poor child," Madam Pomfrey examined Harry's injuries, "I said Quidditch should be outlawed! There are so many injured children every year!"

"But, Poppy," protested Dumbledore, "you see, the children liked it very much."

It's a pity that Madam Pomfrey didn't buy it at all: "The children prefer not to do homework and have seven days off every week!"

Dumbledore was blocked at once.

"Then, Mr Potter," Madam Pomfrey helped Harry up, "let's go to the hospital wing first, your arm is broken."

"Oh, ma'am, it really doesn't need to be so troublesome." Lockhart walked out from the crowd, with the same smile on his face as always: "I just need to cast such a small magic, and little Harry's problem will be solved It's gone," and began waving his wand.

Madam Pomfrey disapproved, but she didn't have time to stop it.Before he heard what spell Lockhart was chanting, he saw a flash of white light, and Harry's arm, which had been supported, dropped abruptly, as soft as if he had no bones, and dangled in the air like rubber.

"Oh!" Harry yelled, taking a step back in fright.

"No!" Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry's arm in astonishment, and it took a long time to recover, and she gave Lockhart a hard look: "I think I'm the Hogwarts medical doctor! Treating students It is my duty, and there is no need for Prof Lockhart to do it!" He said, leading Harry to open a path among the crowd, and walked towards the castle.

"Obviously," Lockhart said, looking at the professors and students standing nearby, "it was an accident. Sometimes things like this happen. Maybe little Harry wasn't used to the spell."

Slytherin watched the farce with cold eyes, and the Quidditch captain Marcus Flint patted Draco on the shoulder: "Don't mind, you fly very well, and you will meet again in the next game." Harry Potter's."

Draco nodded: "The next time we will win, it will be us."

"Hmm! You're right to think so!"

"We won the Gryffindor this time, and this year's Quidditch Cup is definitely for us!" Blaise also walked over, "Then the celebration will be inevitable."

"Of course, tonight, none of our heroes will be missing!"

Harry Potter was lying in a bed in the hospital wing for the second time.It was supposed to be useless, it was just a broken bone, as long as a small bottle of potion and an auxiliary spell would be fine.But a spell by that idiot Professor Lockhart who only showed off everywhere ruined all the good things!

Look at him now, lying on the hospital bed, and having to endure the excruciating pain caused by the re-growth of the bone in his right arm.

His Quidditch teammates, Hermione and Neville had already come to see him, but Feverret hadn't.He didn't have the energy to worry about whether his friend didn't care about him anymore, all his attention was drawn to the pain in his arm, although he wanted to divert it to other things.

His dinner was settled in the medical wing, and Madam Pomfrey only allowed him to eat bland food that was almost tasteless, in order to make the bones grow healthier.

Harry looked out the window, it was already dark, the Slytherins must be celebrating happily, that's why Feverret didn't come.

'Of course, you're a Gryffindor, and certainly not as important as your Slytherin friends from the same house as Fivin! ' Harry thought a little puffed up.Then he waved away the thought: "Fivenret is not that kind of person, there must be something that prevents me from coming to see you!" '

'What's the big deal?You're already in the medical wing!Can't he just take a look? ' he thought again.

'certainly not!He'll be here soon! ' Harry convinced himself, and turned slightly.

Feverret sat in the lounge chair, the only time Slytherins allowed themselves to relax and play when it was about Quidditch.The happy scene in front of him was no longer the elegant and reserved look in the hall at dinner just now.

Feiwenruite took out the servant puppet Ah Er who had already prepared but did not activate the magic circle, and walked out of the lounge without disturbing anyone.If Dobby was really bent over by Voldemort's soul slice or something, he can try to gather souls to attract it to this puppet, although the success rate is definitely not high, but it took so long to use magic today , if it is a soul movie, it should be weak.

He regretted that he didn't make a few puppet eyes for backup, so that as long as he went to see Harry in the afternoon, he could put one on the medical wing, and he would find Dobby as soon as he arrived at the medical wing, so he didn't have to go to the medical wing early. Go to squat.

Taking advantage of no one around, he cast a disillusionment spell on himself to appease the magic fluctuations of the castle, and hid at the door of the medical wing.There is a magic circle in the medical wing, and ordinary people will definitely be touched when they enter.He didn't want to be exposed so soon.

Harry was tossing and turning in bed.

The pain in his arm had eased a little, but he couldn't stop feeling disappointed when he thought that Feverret still hadn't come.

Doesn't Feveret consider him a good friend?Why didn't he come to see him for so long, his heart was blocked, as if he couldn't get out of his breath.

He hammered the bed under him, closed his eyes and prepared to force himself to sleep.

Hearing a "poof", something fell onto another empty bed beside him.

Harry opened his eyes alertly, only to see a house-elf standing on the bed and staring at him closely.

"Mr Harry Potter!" said the house-elf.

"Dobby! Why are you here!" Harry called out the elf's name in surprise, "Are you an elf from Hogwarts?"

"Dobby is not an elf at Hogwarts! Dobby is a bad elf, he did something wrong to his master, and the master didn't order him to do this!" Dobby shook his head, then bumped his head against the wall beside the bed .

"Dobby! Stop it!" Harry yelled to stop it. "You're attracting people!"

Dobby paused: "Why does Harry Potter still come to Hogwarts? If Harry Potter didn't come to Hogwarts, Dobby wouldn't have to do this."

"What!" Harry was shocked, "You did my injury?!"

Dobby readily admitted: "Dobby had to, for his Master!"

Feveret listened outside the door, frowning.Owner?Did something happen to the Malfoys?So the plot changes.

"Your master?" Harry didn't think he had done anything that would endanger other people's homes, "Who is your master?" He wondered if it was Malfoy?Because he and Draco Malfoy don't get along very well, and they are rivals on the court now.If something happened to him, he could indeed get the Golden Snitch.

"Dobby was ordered not to name his master! But Dobby wants to find his master!" Dobby's tone was very excited: "Dobby thinks that it is because of Harry Potter that Dobby's master can't come back!"