The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

He saw the Golden Snitch!

The Snitch was hovering just inches above Malfoy's left ear - Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it!

At that moment, Harry stopped all his movements, hung in mid-air, not daring to speed up and rush towards Malfoy.

He was afraid that Malfoy would notice his movements, and also find the trace of the Snitch.

According to the current distance between the two of them and the Snitch, if Malfoy also saw it, then Harry would not have any confidence in capturing the Snitch.

Harry's mind raced, trying to find another way to divert Malfoy's attention.

At this moment, the wind sounded in his ears, and he caught a glimpse of the already familiar Bludger from the corner of his eye.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a good idea.He suddenly felt that this crazy Bludger was not so annoying—

While Malfoy looked at him triumphantly, Harry resisted the fatigue and dizziness caused by the long-term spinning, and urged the broom again, turning up and down around the Bludger.

"Hahaha..." Malfoy couldn't help laughing loudly when he saw Harry's antics, "I said... Pot——, the so-called "scoring star" of the Gryffindor team actually Obsessed with ballet on the Quidditch pitch... hahahaha..."

Malfoy was clutching his stomach, laughing up and down on the broomstick, trembling all over, looking like he was about to laugh himself off the broomstick at any moment.

He didn't notice the golden snitch who was so close to him at all.

Chapter 130: Lucius' Decision

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"You seem to admire Potter, don't you?" Dracula asked softly, his tone slowing down.

"It's not just me...all our house-elves adore him." Dobby moaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase.

"If only he knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little ones in the wizarding world! Dobby hasn't forgotten the time when the unnamed monster was at his strongest, the Professor! "

"Back then, people treated us house-elves like vermin . . . and of course they still treat Dobby that way."

Dobby wiped his face with the dirty pillowcase as he said, "But in general, since Harry Potter defeated the monster who can't even mention the name, we elves Life has improved a lot.”

"Harry Potter survives, the reign of the evil Lord is broken, and there is a new beginning. For us lowly house-elves who thought the dark days would never end, Harry Potter Potter shines like a beacon of hope..."

"I kind of understand that." Dracula nodded thoughtfully, "I saw a house-elf named Kreacher some time ago. He was not considered a human being by Voldemort at all, not even a A living creature, but only as a tool for experimenting with magic."

"Ah!" Dobby covered his ears suddenly, and moaned, "Don't say that name, sir! That's terrible!"

"Okay, go ahead." Dracula shrugged noncommittally, "Why do you worship Harry Potter so much, but instead want to throw him off the broom with a Bludger?"

Dobby's behavior aroused Dracula's curiosity.

As a house elf, it's strange to act without the owner's permission... What's even weirder is that he actually controls the Bludger in action while expressing his gratitude to Harry Hit Harry on the head.

"No, that's not true! Dobby never intended to let Harry Potter fall off the broom and die!" Dobby said emotionally. "Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! Seriously injured It's better to be sent home than to stay here! Dobby just hopes he gets hurt a little, and then he can go home and rest!"

"But it doesn't seem reasonable?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "I think Madam Pomfrey can heal the slight injury you said, and she won't let Potter go home at all. A chance to recuperate."

"But... But Dobby didn't think of any other way... Until today, he had a little idea, but he was stopped by Mr. Professor..." Dobby murmured with a sad face, "The devil who can't even mention his name He has already returned, and it won't be long before he will completely return to his previous strength..."

"The first thing he did after he regained his strength was to come to Hogwarts to seek revenge from Harry Potter... Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and this time the big devil I will never make the same mistake as last time—"

Having said this, Dobby's words suddenly stopped.

He was stunned, terrified, and then grabbed Dracula's wine bottle from the desk in front of him, and slammed it on his own head, muttering in a low and painful voice:

"Bad Dobby, very bad, very bad Dobby... unexpectedly revealed a secret that the master must strictly guard..."

However, just as the red wine bottle was about to hit Dobby's wrinkled, bald head, his whole body was suddenly frozen.

"Professor, don't stop Dobby! Dobby told a secret that cannot be revealed, and he must punish himself!" Dobby thought that Dracula was preventing him from punishing himself.

The corner of Dracula's mouth twitched, and several black lines were drawn down his face.

"I don't want to stop you from punishing yourself, Dobby," he said grimly, "but while you're punishing yourself, can you stop using my wine collection as a weapon?"

With a casual move, Dracula took back the red wine bottle in Dobby's hand, took out a goblet and poured himself a glass of bright red wine.

After tasting the wine gracefully, Dracula's mood eased a little, and he turned his gaze back to this special house elf again.

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"Your identity doesn't seem to be simple, Dobby." The corner of his mouth curled into an intriguing smile, "You can know about Voldemort's resurrection, and you can also know where Voldemort most wants to go after his resurrection—"

"In that case, the answer to the question whose house-elf are you... is too narrow."

Dracula stared into Dobby's eyes with a half-smile.

"Don't say it... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and stop talking..." Dobby's tears fell big and big, "Dobby betrayed his master, Dobby is a very bad, very bad house-elf... ..."

However, Dracula didn't care about Dobby's sad mood at all, and then said in an affirmative tone:

"If I'm not mistaken... Your master is Lucius Malfoy, right?"

Dobby's crying stopped suddenly. He opened his big eyes like copper bells, terrified, and stammered for a long time without uttering a complete word.

Seeing Dobby's performance, Dracula already knew that he guessed right——

"The only ones who can know the specific situation of Voldemort's recovery of strength should be those few Death Eaters who attended the bunker meeting. It's not difficult to guess." He said casually, "And most of those Death Eaters are former You can only know the specific situation of Voldemort after attending the meeting, and it is naturally impossible for you to eavesdrop on the news before then."

"Besides, it's too late for them to try their best to get rid of their relationship with Voldemort. It's absolutely impossible to talk about Voldemort's recovery at home, let alone reveal the news to the house-elves."

"So the news of your backwardness must not have been overheard from your master."

Dracula chuckled and stared into Dobby's eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm a little face-blind to house elves, but I didn't realize that you were the elf who appeared in the meeting room of the bunker with the cauldron. I said how could I A house-elf would look familiar!"

It turned out that when Dobby was called to the side by Lucius and Voldemort to punish him, and before Voldemort finished refining the medicine——

Because Dobby couldn't bear to watch the scene of Voldemort's resurrection and return, he could only quietly leave the meeting room and punish himself in another place.

Therefore, Dobby also missed the situation where Dracula and Riddle teamed up to trick Voldemort. He thought that Voldemort, who was sure of winning, had completely returned, and was in a mess.

In order to keep the Harry Potter he admired, he gritted his teeth and ran away from Malfoy Manor.

After listening to Dracula's long series of words, Dobby was completely stunned, and it took him a long time to swallow a mouthful of saliva, feeling hopeless.

"Dobby...Dobby can't save Harry Potter anymore, I didn't expect the professor at Hogwarts to be one of the core Death Eaters..." Dobby murmured in despair, "Only the core Death Eaters Only an apprentice was able to join that meeting, and that person was actually a black wizard disguised as a professor."

"I suggest you put it another way, Dobby." Dracula glanced at him, "If you say that I am a professor disguised as a dark wizard, I might feel better."

"Dobby...Dobby won't compromise with a Dark Lord's hawk like you!" Dobby showed a death-defying expression.

"...It's really you, Dobby, and you scolded your master by the way." Dracula sneered.

"Oh no!" Dobby finally stopped the tears, and immediately began to fall again, "Dobby is a very bad, very bad house elf..."

"Forget it, it always feels a bit difficult to communicate with you..." Dracula lost his patience after all, and stood up from his seat.

"Let's go, let's go directly to your master and ask him to explain to you!"

……

At the same time, Malfoy Manor was decorated with lights——

On the bushes in the garden, on the walls outside the house, around the exquisite pillars...everywhere in the manor are hung with bright, luxurious lanterns and bright ribbons full of festive atmosphere, even wandering around the gate of Malfoy Manor from time to time All the flower peacocks are hung with a series of small light bulbs around their necks.

If someone who didn't know saw it, they might think that what just passed this month was not a spooky Halloween, but a lively Christmas!

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Well, the Dark Lord just left... Is it really appropriate for us to decorate the house like this? Lucius' wife, Narcissa Malfoy, asked worriedly, "If other Death Eaters see it and leak it, your position in the Dark Lord's heart will be even more disadvantaged, right?" "

"Don't worry, Narcissa." Lucius walked comfortably in the spacious back garden, leaning on his cane, "The Dark Lord has already left, and I saw him burn himself to ashes with my own eyes! He will definitely not come back in a few years."

Chapter 130 Nine

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Lucius, who had regained control of Malfoy Manor without looking at the face of the Dark Lord, was in high spirits.

Not only did he want to hang celebratory decorations and colored lights in the manor, but he also had to light all the candles and chandeliers, so that the night at Malfoy Manor was as bright as the day!

"Lucius, if I'm not mistaken, it's daytime..." Narcissa Malfoy looked at the sky in confusion.

Although the sky was indeed a bit gloomy today, unlike Hogwarts where it was raining heavily, Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England was only in a gray and overcast sky, and it was not so dark that all the lights needed to be turned on.

Narcissa Malfoy glanced at Lucius worriedly, "Lucius, did the Dark Lord put too much pressure on you before he left, and made you think about the problem? Otherwise, we'd better go to St. Mungo's." Let's take a look at the Magic Injury Hospital?"

"Eh...not really." Lucius' excited words stuck in his throat, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "Narcisha, don't you think our manor was too dark when the Dark Lord was still there? ?"

"In order to maintain his so-called mystery and secrecy, the Dark Lord won't even let us light the lamps, it looks like we can't afford candles. It's a shame!"

Lucius flicked the arm holding the cane, and said angrily, "I think we need to prove to those friends who misunderstood me that our Malfoy family can afford candles!"

Narcissa glanced at her husband with caring and mentally handicapped eyes, not understanding how he communicated with other pure-blooded friends, and would compare them over such trivial matters as how many candles to light...

"...Okay." She nodded, "But according to the way you light candles, there shouldn't be enough candles left in the manor."

As she said that, Narcissa yelled to the empty yard: "Dobby, go out and buy a warehouse of candles and come back!"

Lucius and Narcissa paused in place for a moment, ready to hear the house-elf's bang, bang, apparating sound as usual, and his respectful obedience after a deep bow.

However, nothing appeared in front of them.

A gust of cold winter wind blew by, making the two of them shiver.

"Dobby!" After waiting for a long time when no house elf Dobby appeared, Lucius frowned and shouted impatiently, "Dobby, where did you stupid house elf go? Hurry up!" Come here and punish yourself!"

However, there was still no response from the sharp voice of the elf.

"Stop barking, he should have left without permission." Narcissa said expressionlessly, "Within the range of this manor, it is impossible for the house elves not to hear our call."

"This humble little thing dared to leave the manor without our permission?!" Lucius' face turned cold, "Go back, Narcissa. Write to the boss of Wenrenju and ask him to give the candle to the manor. We'll send it over."

"When Dobby comes back, I will let him know the consequences of leaving without permission!"

Whether it is Lucius or Narcissa, they completely regard the house-elf as the most humble servant with the lowest status. Of course, they will not understand Dobby when he sneaks out of Malfoy Manor without permission.

They turned around indifferently, and walked towards the living room, which was no longer the old look like they couldn't afford candles, but had become dazzling.

"So what are the consequences of leaving Malfoy Manor without permission?"

Just before they stepped into the splendid living room, behind Lucius and Narcissa, a mellow voice suddenly sounded.

Lucius' footsteps suddenly stopped in the air.

The two turned their heads and saw a tall figure with long silver hair standing in a rosebush that bloomed out of season under the influence of magic in Malfoy Manor.