Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 142 Killing the Little Monster Dobby

"Can't you just forget about it." Harry was also terrified when he remembered it.

All he could think about was catching the Snitch, winning the game, and thinking about the consequences. But now, looking at the broken arm, thinking about how the Bludger rushed to his brain again and again on the court, he only felt a chill in the back of his head and a soreness in his neck.

Just then, the door to the ward opened again, and Gryffindor's teammates came to visit Harry. They were all covered in mud, and they hadn't had time to change their clothes.

"Harry, you did a great job today," Fred said happily, "I just saw Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy that they've got the win, all because of Malfoy. He didn't complete his mission. Said he couldn't even spot the Snitch in front of him, Malfoy was mad, and his face was so gloomy that he was dying."

"Slytherin gained a huge advantage by relying on the broom, but in the end he lost the game." Arya looked excited, this time it was really hanging, Slytherin was too mean, and kept shooting at girls Fortunately, Harry caught the Snitch at the last minute.

The team members brought food to celebrate the victory, including cakes, candies, and juices. They were all around Harry, as if they were having a party.

Unfortunately, Madam Pomfrey roared and rushed in, "This child needs a rest, he broke a bone."

Madam Pomfrey kicked everyone else out of the hospital.

Harry was alone in the quiet ward, and fatigue immediately found him, and he immediately lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry regained consciousness, and the room was quiet and dark, frightening. Suddenly, he was horrified to find that something terrible was touching his forehead.

"Go away," he yelled, instantly recognizing it. "Dobby!" Voldemort's house-elf.

Harry shrunk back desperately, his movable hands constantly groping around, trying to grab anything that could be used as a weapon, "Damn, the Academy has never been safe, and I didn't even have a wand with me."

He grabbed a sharp object, which was a candle holder used to hold candles, and he quietly hid the candle holder behind him, calming down a little.

A terrifying voice came from the darkness, "Harry Potter is back at Hogwarts."

"Dobby warned Potter over and over again,

Ah, Potter, why don't you believe Dobby's warning? Harry Potter didn't catch the train, so why not just go home? "

Harry leaned against the wall, felt the hard, sharp candlestick behind him, and prepared himself.

"What are you trying to do?" Harry snapped. "How did you know I didn't catch the train?" He immediately became suspicious and reacted.

"This is what you did." He said affirmatively, "If you threatened me, you sealed the wall and tried to kick us out of the academy."

"That's it, sir!" Dobby's gloomy voice sounded very terrifying. "Dobby hid aside, waiting for Harry Potter, and when he saw him, he sealed the passage with magic. For this, Dobby had to use The iron burned his hand."

He showed his ten horrible bandaged fingers, "But Dobby didn't care, Dobby believed Harry Potter was safe. Dobby never imagined that Harry Potter had passed any other way. Back at Hogwarts."

He shook his ugly body, his deformed and twisted head kept swinging, and said viciously.

"When Dobby learned that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts, Dobby was very upset, and Dobby burned his master's dinner. He was whipped so badly for that, which is something Dobby has never done before. Experienced. Mr."

Harry roared fearlessly, "You don't want to threaten me, you almost got me and Ron fired, but I will never give in to you and your master."

"You'd better get out of here while I'm still injured, or I'll kill you filthy monster."

Dobby smiled slightly, his face full of disdain, "Dobby has long been used to the threat of death, and Dobby can hear it five or six times a day at home."

He continued, "Harry Potter had to leave Hogwarts, and Dobby thought his Bludger could do it."

"Your Bludger?" Harry's tone was icy killing intent, "If you can't threaten me, you just want your Bludger to kill me."

Harry clutched the candlestick tightly in his hand, and the murderer who just wanted to kill him had been found, the ugly monster that had attacked him three times.

At this moment, he was not angry, but like snow that never melted, his whole body was cold. At this time, the cold candlestick in his hand seemed to have heat, conveying anger and killing intent.

"It's not to kill you, sir, Dobby didn't kill you." The little monster said in surprise, "Dobby is trying to save Harry Potter's life. It's better than being crippled and sent home. Here, sir, Dobby just wants Harry Potter to get hurt a little and be driven home."

"Oh!" Harry's eyes were cold, his heart was cold, and his people were cold.

He felt like he was about to laugh. The crazy ugly little monster in front of him tried to frame him several times, wanted him to be imprisoned in the dark and terrible Uncle Vernon's house, wanted him to be kicked out of the academy, and manipulated the wandering ball. Pointing at his head again and again, trying to break his neck again and again. It turned out to be to save him, it really is a "kind" little monster.

"I'm blaming you, Dobby," Harry said blankly. "Dobby, come here a little bit, come over to me, and I want to thank you."

The little monster ran over with a look of flattery, "No thanks, sir, this is what Dobby should be"

The words stopped abruptly, its eyes widened, and it looked at the gloomy boy in front of him with eyes like stars.

A trace of unbearable flashed across Harry's face, but then he returned to the gloomy cold of Wangu Bingxue, and he let go of his hand. Looking at the monster whose temple was pierced by the candlestick in front of him, it fell silently to the ground.

He whispered, "In order to thank you for not killing me directly, but only wishing me to be disabled, I decided to let you die happily, and I will bury you."

Suddenly, someone came in.

"I'm sorry! I didn't watch your game. If I were there, I might be able to find the murderer so you wouldn't be injured." George walked in with a look of annoyance.

He has been busy making ghost books recently, and he has to study other applications of nether energy, so he didn't pay attention to many unimportant things. I didn't go to see Harry's game this time, but I didn't expect that Harry just happened to have an accident this time. Hermione had just dropped him quite a bit, but Harry was fine.

(To be continued.)