A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 149

"I am not the heir of Slytherin at all!"

On the way back to the lounge, Harry muttered angrily. Many young wizards he met along the way scurried away with pale faces, and no one dared to come within two or three meters of him.

"Judging from the blood relationship, you might actually be the heir of Slytherin." Owen, who was also being stared at with strange eyes, added fuel to the fire with an indifferent expression, causing Harry's face to turn red.

"Those people are just jealous, what do they do?" Draco said arrogantly, "But they dare to say that I am your follower?" He glanced at Harry, who had an angry face, with disgust.

This guy is just his follower. Are those people blind?

"Harry, are you really not the heir?" Blaise Zabini crossed his shoulders and looked at Harry with squinted eyes, tutting his tongue.

"I told you I'm not!" Harry grabbed his hair, "How could I hurt Hermione?" He was glad that his friends in the study group did not alienate him, but he really didn't want to explain it over and over again.

"I believe you can't do such a thing..." Daphne nodded seriously. After having been with Harry for so long, she thought she could see clearly what kind of person the other person was, unless he was really good at acting... She

He looked at Harry secretly and shook his head slightly.

"Actually, it's better that you are the heir of Slytherin, so we don't have to worry." Pansy Parkinson lifted the hair from her ears, looking slightly disappointed, "The current heir is simply a lunatic...

..." She glanced at Draco worriedly.

"Let me tell you, that's not a bad thing, Harry. You'll find out later." Blaise raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

The slippery stone wall cracked an entrance, and the group entered the warm and dry common room. The surroundings fell into silence for an instant, and the sound of the rippling lake water outside the window could be clearly heard.

"Oh, isn't this the heir of Slytherin? I think we need to set off a bundle of fireworks for the heir." A burst of harmless cheers came, and more echoes came. For most of Slytherin,

For a young wizard, becoming an heir is a very cool thing, and even attracts the admiration of many people.

Only then did Dobby stop, crawling out from under the table with his face full of snot and tears, his ugly facial features wrinkled up.

"Dobby, you seem to have known that Hogwarts was in danger?" Harry finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most. He looked at Dobby nervously.

"I'm writing to ask my father." Draco was also confused and took out the letter paper.

Harry opened his mouth, and finally just nodded. He suddenly felt very bored, so he stood up and walked out of the dormitory, walking aimlessly in the dark corridor.

Harry and Draco were both stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Owen at the same time.

Draco didn't even raise his head and said dullly: "He did a great job. My father will take care of it."

Harry refused to no avail, holding the heavy book in his hand in a daze, watching the pale and thin boy slowly walk out of the dormitory as if sleepwalking.

"Do you need me to look out for you?"

"Damn heir..." Harry slapped the book in his hand on the table and gritted his teeth in anger. Damn Voldemort!

"By the way, Dobby may know some inside information!" He suddenly said, "Draco, can you call Dobby over?"

Owen instantly put away his scary smile and looked at Dobby calmly with his hand on his chin.

Was it the crown or the diary that opened the Chamber of Secrets again? Did Owen make a mistake, or did Dobby make a mistake? Or did he think wrong from the beginning, and the function of the crown might not be to open the Chamber of Secrets at all? Or, in other words, Dobby

Lying?

There was a long silence in the dormitory. It wasn't until Draco asked Dobby to leave and Owen finished chewing the second apple that Harry suddenly came back to his senses and thought about the Chamber of Secrets again.

"Oh! Harry Potter..." Dobby wiped his face with the dirty and tattered old pillowcase on his body and said with a trembling voice, "Dobby was hit by Sir Jean when Harry Potter was practicing Quidditch.

The wall..."

"Dobby, I order you to stop!" Draco was hit on his foot by a thick book that slipped from the table. He jumped up in pain and shouted angrily.

Harry looked at Draco and then Dobby in disbelief, and opened his mouth hesitantly, his eyes flashing. Does this matter have anything to do with Draco's father?

"Dobby, you lied!" Draco paced back and forth anxiously. He regretted letting Dobby tell this here, in front of Harry and Owen...

Harry couldn't help but groan, and felt a splitting headache.

It seems that I have to keep a closer eye on Owen in the future... Harry nodded with a deep expression. He was a little tired, having a reckless friend was really a headache.

Just when Harry was despondently planning to let Dobby go and no longer expect to pry out information from him, Draco suddenly spoke. He glared at Dobby and said slowly: "Dobby, I order you to say

Show me everything you know!"

"Stop!" he shouted suddenly, causing Dobby to whimper and shut up.

Owen stroked the edge of the table thoughtfully. It seemed that Dobby didn't know that Tom's diary was in his hand? It would be much easier to pass the time.

As he spoke, he hit his head on the table leg, then held the table leg with both hands and hit it hard, accompanied by screams.

"Dobby! Stop!" Harry grabbed Dobby's skinny wrist, almost lifting the skinny house elf up, and then with difficulty he took the thick book out of his hand. "Tell me,

What on earth do you know?"

"Yes, Harry Potter!" Dobby responded tremblingly, his voice shrill and shrill, "Dobby hopes Harry Potter can give up the idea of ​​returning to Hogwarts. Harry Potter

So great and benevolent, he should stay away from danger and stay in a safe place!"

"Dobby." Owen glanced at him with a smile, "As a house elf, I try to remind you of your master's secrets time and time again. This is a very serious matter. What will happen to an elf who has his own ideas and is not loyal enough?

It will be very miserable..."

He blinked his left eye mischievously: "Anyway, it's easier and more crude to knock him out, right? Although I didn't notice anything strange."

"Stop, stop! Dobby!" Harry shouted several times, but the table still shook violently as if it was about to collapse.

"But...but Dobby saw him secretly meeting with the Weasley boy on the eighth floor a few days ago!" Dobby said in a sharp voice, "That Weasley boy who attacked you! Dobby, look

That day he knocked the boy down and chanted a magic spell on him!"

"Next time you want to do this again, I hope you can take me with you. Even if you think I can't help, I can hide and guard you to prevent you from falling silently.

"Harry didn't doubt that Owen had been controlled, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have noticed it yesterday. He didn't even believe that Owen in a sober state would be harmful to him. After all, Owen had saved him many times.

"I don't think we should be too hasty. We should avoid the limelight during this period. Dumbledore is not a vegetarian."

Owen blinked silently. Even so, why was it so inconsistent to hear Harry say this?

"In fact, I have been tracing the whereabouts of that crown. I am very curious about that magic item." Owen said slowly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "After all, it almost fell into my hands. So, I

Time has been in contact with several people from the Weasley family, trying to find some clues, and knocking out Ron Weasley was also to check for any abnormalities on him..."

Owen shrugged slightly, took out an apple and gnawed it, watching Draco pulling his hair in annoyance and helplessness. Harry hesitated for a while, and then said lightly: "Draco..."

"

Dobby shrank his shoulders and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Okay." Draco stamped his foot and called "Dobby."

He finally got rid of the group of people surrounding him and returned to the dormitory, but for the first time he received the kindness of his dormitory Theodore Nott. For more than a year, Theodore's attitude towards Harry has never been the same.

He was gentle, neither getting close nor provoking, but today he gave Harry an alchemy book for the first time.

"You know, this matter...has a lot to do with me." Harry paused and said. Voldemort's business was his business, and he would kill Voldemort no matter what.

After seeing Harry, Dobby's glass-ball-like eyes flashed with excitement, but after seeing Owen who was half-smiling but not smiling, his expression suddenly turned frightened, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Then it's a long story." Harry didn't bother to say it for the time being, but looked at Dobby and said: "Dobby, Owen will not harm us, you must have misunderstood him..." He spent his time

It took a long time to convince Dobby that Owen was not a bad person and would not hurt him.

"No, it's a diary, Harry Potter!" Dobby shook his head.

"Oh! Thank you for your forgiveness!" Dobby said sharply, bending down deeply, and then murmured in a very small voice: "The great and kind Harry Potter, his friends are also kind,

Dobby is very, very bad..."

Melete jumped up on the table, tilted her head curiously and looked at him with her golden eyes, her tail swaying slightly behind her.

"Answer!" Draco said with a dark face.

"Are you afraid of me?" Owen asked softly.

"That's too dangerous, Owen." Harry said disapprovingly, "You didn't even tell me!" That crown was most likely related to Voldemort. Owen knew that, but he still took the risk to investigate... As expected, his feeling

Yes, Owen is not ordinary reckless. Why didn't the Sorting Hat sort him into Gryffindor in the first place?

"Harry Potter will never know what he meant to us humble little people in the wizarding world! Harry Potter defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and our lives have been changed because of you.

There is improvement, Harry Potter shines in our hearts like a beacon..." Dobby said his inner thoughts in despair, tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase uncontrollably.

Dobby said calmly: "Master, when Dobby was cleaning the house... he heard... the master... the master planned to put something... a dangerous thing into Hogwarts..." After finishing speaking,

Finally, he sobbed and blew his nose on his old pillowcase.

Draco stared at Dobby in surprise and annoyance. How dare this house elf do such a thing without telling them?

With a loud cracking sound, the house elf wearing a torn pillowcase appeared next to Draco. After bowing deeply to him, he raised his head and looked at the three of them.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby..." Dobby grabbed his ears hard, tears falling down.

"Did you do something to my broomstick? Do you want to kill me?" Harry thought of his embarrassment that day and the passing of his broomstick, and stood up.

"Well, I will." Owen nodded seriously, as if he had made up his mind. But Harry had been with Owen for a long time, and instinctively felt that this guy was perfunctory.

It's Weasley again... Harry closed his eyes, feeling that his brain was going to explode if he thought about it any more. He temporarily changed the subject and said: "So, Dobby, my intercepted letters during the summer vacation, and the appearance of

The anonymous warning letter in my room, and the blocked platform on the first day of school... are they related to you?"

"What is that thing?" Harry asked a little confused. He had known for a long time that the Malfoy family unfortunately respected the theory of pure blood very much. Fortunately, Draco was no longer so paranoid due to his efforts, but he did not

Thinking that Mr. Malfoy would do such a thing, he was at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to do. After all, he was Draco's father...

"Dad?" Draco suddenly realized something, his body shook, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Dobby only controls the robes on Harry Potter. Dobby can't affect the broomstick, sir." Dobby said with tears in his eyes, "Dobby doesn't want to kill Harry Potter, but he just hopes that sir can be a little bit affected by it."

He was injured and sent home, so Dobby had to burn his hands with an iron afterwards..."

"I think you'd better think about another thing." Owen said calmly as he walked out the door.

"What?"

Owen squinted at this scene. He knew that what Dobby did privately was a very stupid behavior. Once the Malfoy family knew about it, the final fate of a disloyal house elf could be imagined.

The house elf shook his head vigorously and his ears crackled loudly. There was deep fear and pleading in his eyes, which made Harry stunned for a moment.

"I want to know, what is a diadem?" Draco looked at the two of them in confusion. How could they keep themselves in the dark? When Harry talked about this in the study group before, Draco and the others

Didn't listen.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Owen Shafik." Dobby bowed deeply to Owen, his long and thin nose almost touching the floor. His eyes as big as tennis balls were filled with tears and he was sobbing.

He continued: "Dobby put the young master and Harry Potter's friends in danger because of his misunderstanding. Bad Dobby..."

"Well, after all, no one wants to be disliked by the heir and be attacked by some scale-covered servant he keeps in the secret room." Owen said with a smile.

"A diary, sir!" Dobby's eyes widened with tears. "A diary left by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! So Dobby knew that Harry Potter would meet at Hogwarts.

In terrible danger! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will never let Harry Potter go!"

"Harry, nice to meet you. I'm in the sixth grade... Ouch, don't squeeze me..."

Dobby's muttering stopped for a moment. He looked at Harry in horror, then at Draco, and suddenly began to tremble all over. He screamed and picked up Harry's thick book that fell on the floor.

He hit his head hard.

"Wait, a diary?" Harry was suddenly confused, "Not a crown?"

"The master said he was going to throw something like that to the Weasley children. Dobby didn't know who the master had given it to..." Dobby said in a low voice.

"Hahaha, I thought Theodore could be more reserved for a while." Draco laughed, holding his stomach.

"Don't you think about the possibility that you might be attacked or controlled like Weasley? Then not only you, but Draco, me and other members of the study group will be in danger because of this." Harry pushed.

He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and stared at Owen like Professor Snape, "You are like a brainless Gryffindor!"

"I'm not the heir..." Harry's explanation was drowned in the commotion. He held his forehead feebly, although he was very happy that the Slytherin classmates did not fear and dislike him because of this, and even now he

It seems to be more popular, but this situation is also very troublesome.

Dobby let out a long wail, but could not resist the young master's order. For him, Lucius, the head of the Malfoy family, was the big master, and Draco was the little master. They were both the ones he had to obey. Only when they were both

When there is a conflict with the orders of the master, he will only obey the orders of the big master. But obviously, Lucius did not specifically ask Dobby not to reveal this matter to the little master.

"Dobby, don't be nervous. Owen will not hurt us, nor will he hurt you." Seeing the increasingly sinister smile on Owen's face, Harry kicked him secretly under the table angrily, and quickly

He said comfortingly. He had nothing to say to Owen, whose bad taste was so bad that it scared even simple house elves.

"Then who did Mr. Malfoy give that... diary?" Harry felt his mind was stuck and asked with dull eyes.

Draco gritted his teeth and said to Dobby bravely: "Keep talking!" At this point, it is better to let Dobby explain the matter clearly. I hope this is also a misunderstanding.

"Tell me, Harry, who are you going to attack next time? Actually, I don't mind giving you some advice..."

He said calmly: "You only saw me meeting Ron Weasley, but didn't you see that I also met the Weasley twins alone?"

"I don't blame you, Dobby." Owen said softly, then smiled slightly, "As long as you don't deliberately leave me behind when you save someone next time..."

"The master said that something like that would open the secret room, release the monsters inside, and clean up the school..." Dobby said while sobbing.

"No... no! Dobby is not afraid! Dobby will protect the young master and Harry Potter!" Dobby's bat-like ears stood up in fear, and he raised a slender finger to point at Owen.

, said in a sharp voice.

Harry didn't notice Draco's annoyance and just continued to ask: "Have you done anything else to me?"

Harry's face turned pale, and he hurried back to the dormitory and said to Draco, who was writing a letter: "Draco, what will you do to Dobby?"

"He just saved our lives! He is our savior!" Harry sat next to him and said close to him, "If Dobby hadn't gone out of his way, we wouldn't be sitting here now!"

Draco was silent, scribbling on the parchment with the pen in his hand. After a long time, he said slowly: "I will tell my father. You can rest assured that as long as I insist on it, Dad will

Mom will always rely on me in the end."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He sat silently for a long time, sometimes clenching and sometimes unclenching his fists, and finally made up his mind: "Can you allow me to meet your father?"

"That depends on whether he is free." Draco glanced at him sideways and wrote a few more strokes at the end of the letter.

(End of chapter)