Chapter 326 Dobby and Kreacher

"What's it all about this time?" Anthony whispered. He exchanged glances with Professor Sprout, followed Professor McGonagall, passed through the students, and hurried to the center of the chaos.

Across the discussions and exclamations, Anthony could still hear shouts such as "Petrified", "Tarantella", "Grinning Hula La", and "Teeth as Big Sticks". But there were too many people watching the excitement, and the gaps between the Quidditch stands were very narrow, so they had to keep asking students to make way for them.

"Where's Madam Hooch?" Anthony asked.

Professor Sprout said, "I saw her go back with the ball box."

Anthony sighed, "Well, I miss her whistle."

He looked around again and saw Hagrid squeezed in between the two groups of people from a distance, pulling a tall Slytherin boy away from Seamus, and stopping several angry Gryffindors. With Hagrid there, Anthony felt a little more at ease.

...

Malfoy cast a stinging curse, which happened to hit Hagrid's arm. He scratched his arm and turned around.

"This is not a spell you should learn at your age, little rascal." He said gruffly, easily lifted Malfoy from the ground, pushed him out of the crowd, and lowered his head to ask with concern, "Are you all right?"

"No." Harry panted. One side of his glasses was broken, and the temples hung crookedly on his ears. But his opponent didn't seem to have much of an advantage - Slytherin Beater Boll's legs were dancing uncontrollably, and he was furiously trying to beat anyone he could touch. Hermione used a hex spell, causing several Slytherins to retch and run their noses uncontrollably.

Malfoy suddenly let out a short scream. The Weasley twins lurked beside him, obviously ready to beat him up.

"Stiff Legs!" Malfoy shouted, pointing at one of them, but the other nimbly dodged his spell and raised his wand with a smile.

"Do you need to deduct five points from me, Malfoy?" one of the twins scoffed, "Because I didn't allow you to hit me?"

"You know, we've long felt that you should be taught a lesson," said the other, "Hot and scorching!"

Malfoy turned over the seat and hid behind it. The spell hit the back of the chair, and Malfoy shouted in embarrassment: "Dobby! Dobby!"

With a snap, the skinny house-elf wearing an old pillowcase appeared in the Quidditch stands. He raised a finger, and the other spells from the twins dissipated as if they had hit a wall. Then, he put down his fingers, opened his green eyes as big as tennis balls, looked around at the messy scene, and bowed deeply to Malfoy: "What does Master Draco want Dobby to do?"

"Fool, didn't Dad ask you to protect me?" Malfoy shouted angrily, "Protect me! Do you want to taste the whip?"

Dobby trembled: "Dobby wants to protect Master Draco..."

"Yes, protect me!" Malfoy ordered, and then he seemed to suddenly realize the ability of the house elves, "Not only that, I want you to beat them! Those two Weasleys - and Potter and his accomplices!"

Dobby's eyes widened: "Dobby -"

"Just like last time, use a bludger or anything! Knock them down!"

"Okay, Master Draco - okay." Dobby said sharply and jumped onto the seats in the stands. The students watching the excitement around them stepped back a little. The spells were still flying everywhere, but due to Hagrid's intervention, the number of students hit was significantly reduced.

Dobby stretched out his bony hand and pointed there, and the people were separated in an instant. Then, an ink bottle and several notebooks flew out of Hermione's backpack and hit Harry head and face.

Ron pressed the mouth of the backpack tightly, trying to press the things that had not yet flown out back: "What's going on? Ouch!" He was hit hard by the corner of "Hogwarts, A History of the School" and fell to the ground, "I thought you had finished reading this thing a long time ago, Hermione!"

"Dobby!" Harry said angrily.

"Harry Potter!" Dobby screamed, "Dobby is very, very sorry, but Mr. Harry Potter must go home!"

Hagrid Hagrid took Harry into his arms and waved his big hands like shooing flies, but he didn't catch any books. More books and quills flew out and attacked Harry from the gaps. Harry twisted his body out of Hagrid's arms and ran out of the crowd, followed by a long line of messy things: textbooks, papers, quills, telescopes, water cups, hats, small flags ("Hufflepuffs Must Win"), and so on. The ink bottle hit Hagrid's hand and was smashed to the ground by him.

A seventh-year Gryffindor raised his wand: "Let me try - the flames are blazing! Oops, sorry -" Neville's hair was set on fire, "Clear water like a spring!"

"Kreacher!" Harry shouted as he turned over the chair, "Kreacher, help!"

Bang, another house-elf appeared in the Quidditch stands.

"The young master asked Kreacher to follow the boy Potter and listen to the boy Potter... The boy Potter is just like the ungrateful young master, hanging out with people of questionable character all day long, and making friends with scum and dirty mudbloods. If the mistress knew, what would she think..."

The quills shot at Harry like arrows. He rolled on the ground and dodged.

"You have an elf too!" said Ron in surprise.

"Harry, you promised!" This was Hermione.

"Leave your mistress alone!" shouted Harry. "Make Dobby stop!"

"The rude brat wants Kreacher to fight against his mistress's grandson, the pure-blood young master of the Malfoy family..." Kreacher muttered reluctantly and bowed to Harry, "Okay. , well, Kreacher has to obey this boy's orders..."

He glanced at the thing chasing behind Harry with bloodshot eyes - Harry squatted down in time, and a paper whizzed past his head, a full twenty inches long. Hermione must have been writing for a long time. ——Kreacher turned to Dobby indifferently and yelled: "Stop!"

"No, no, Dobby won't stop!" Dobby screamed, "Mr. Harry Potter can't stay in school!"

More things flew up - and then a rope suddenly appeared in the air, wrapped tightly around everything that shouldn't be in the air, and then tightened, pulling them all to the ground with a thud. They struggled like fish caught in a net, slamming against the ground.

"Stop the curse!" Professor McGonagall shouted sharply, flying over on her broom, "There are many obstacles! Stop them all!"

It turns out that she conjured the rope. Bol finally stopped dancing, and Dean stopped limping and struggling under the Weak Legs Curse. Drops of water were still dripping from Neville's singed hair and forehead. From the moment Professor McGonagall appeared, Dobby lowered his arms and opened his eyes in panic.

Professor McGonagall jumped off her broom and glanced sternly at the students in front of her. A few people were surreptitiously stuffing their wands back into their pockets, as if that would help them pretend their arms and faces weren't covered in dust and sweat.

"Who can tell me what happened?" she asked coldly, "Do me a favor? Mr. Potter? Mr. Malfoy?" Her eyes glanced at Dobby and Kreacher, and her lips tightened.

No one spoke. Kreacher looked gloomily at Professor McGonagall, then at Harry, and disapparated away without a word, leaving only a crackling sound that tore through the silence. Dobby followed Malfoy's impatient gesture and left.

"Two house elves." Professor McGonagall said, her nose twitching, "house elves who do not belong to Hogwarts, helping you fight."

"Professor McGonagall, I was attacked." Malfoy said quickly, "The school has agreed. If I need protection, I can summon the elves of the Malfoy family——"

"I was attacked too!" Harry said. "Sirius asked Kreacher to follow me just to prevent this kind of thing!"

"So you let the elves attack your classmates!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, showing them how miserable Neville was. "In the past ten years, I have not seen anything more shameless! Taking advantage of domestic children Elf bullies classmates!”

Malfoy looked at Neville's wet hair and twisted his face, obviously holding back a laugh.

Neville blushed, mustered up his courage, and said tremblingly: "Professor McGonagall...I'm not because of the house elf..." The seventh-year Gryffindor next to him looked ashamed.

Malfoy couldn't bear it anymore and made a sound like air leakage. Even a few Gryffindors smiled. It wasn't until they saw Professor McGonagall's expression that they reluctantly calmed down.

Only then did Anthony and Professor Sprout emerge from the crowd. Anthony walked to Hagrid: "What's going on?"

"The fight started." Hagrid said with surprise. "It could be for any reason. However, the Malfoy house elf is here again."

Anthony was surprised: "Dobby?"

"Yeah," Hagrid said.

He tried to lower his voice and told Anthony what had happened. Professor Sprout joined them halfway and made a few comments about the two house elves.

By the time they finished speaking, Professor McGonagall had finished dealing with the fighting students and began to order who should visit Madam Pomfrey, who should go to Filch for confinement, or who should do both. The students gradually dispersed, discussing the chaos and the Quidditch match.

"Maybe it'll be back to normal tomorrow," Harry comforted Neville. "My aunt cut almost all my hair off once, but it grew back the next day."

Neville said dejectedly, "I don't think I have that kind of magic."

Hermione said loudly, throwing the books one after another into her bag.

"Don't think about what Mrs. Pince will say." Ron said to her, "She can't really do anything to you."

"I'm not - because - Mrs. Pince -" Hermione said forcefully, closing the backpack's mouth.

Ron said, "Well, forget about your papers. You can get them back in less than a day."

"That's not why I am." Hermione said grumpily, "Harry, didn't you say you wouldn't join in this shameless act of slavery?"