Chapter 206 Dobby’s Warning

"Besides this thing, can you make other offensive magic props?" Lockhart couldn't help but ask.

But then Lockhart realized that this was not very reserved, so he coughed twice, changed his tone, and continued to speak.

“Of course, with my strength, I wouldn’t be able to use these gadgets.

But before I came to school, I once fought with an extremely powerful dark wizard to protect a group of centaurs.

Although I defeated him with an overwhelming advantage in the end, I accidentally fell into the opponent's curse. This curse is very difficult and will make the spell I release very unstable, and there is often a risk of losing control."

As Lockhart spoke, even he believed it, and his face showed some determination, as if he had really fought to the death with a powerful dark wizard in order to protect the centaurs tribe.

Finally, he did not forget to remind Ivan not to reveal the news, lest his fans would be too sad.

Ivan rolled his eyes speechlessly. Lockhart's ability to tell stories and his thick skin were simply beyond his imagination.

No wonder I can write so many best-selling books to make money.

This made Ivan even more determined to make a fortune from Lockhart.

Thinking of this, Ivan solemnly said to Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart, I deeply sympathize with your situation. I can tailor a set of magic items for you, Professor, which will definitely meet your needs!"

"As long as you have enough gold Galleons" Ivan's lips curled up.

Lockhart said without hesitation,

Money is never an issue

After negotiating with Lockhart about customized props worth two thousand galleons, Ivan walked out of the ward with satisfaction.

Two thousand Galleons is not a small amount of money. The only person in Hogwarts who can easily come up with this amount of money is Lockhart, except for Dumbledore, whose wealth is unknown and can embezzle public funds.

The most important thing is that once Lockhart gets used to the improvement in strength brought by these props, he will no longer be able to do without them.

By then, you can earn a lot of gold galleons just by doing after-sales service.

Thinking of this, Ivan returned to his dormitory and wrote a letter in a hurry, asking Docter to buy some materials for making magic items and send them to him. The cost would be directly deducted from the share of Wolfsbane Potion.

At this time, Ron, who had just returned from the playground and was dirty, saw Ivan in the dormitory and asked immediately.

"Ivan, did you just come back from the school hospital? How is Harry? Is he okay?"

"Harry's injury has been cured by Madam Pomfrey, but he hasn't woken up yet. He may have to spend the night in the school hospital today, right?" Ivan explained aloud while tying the letter to Maka's foot. Let go.

Ron felt relieved, and then angrily scolded those damn Slytherins. Ron felt that it must be those bastards who were responsible!

Late at night, in the school hospital of Hogwarts, Harry looked at the short and ugly house elf in front of him, shaking with anger.

"It turns out that you sealed up the partition wall at the station, which prevented me from catching the train! Do you know that I was almost expelled from school because of this!"

"Dobby Dobby just wants to protect you, sir!" Dobby shook his big wrinkled head, stretched out his ten bandaged fingers, and showed them in front of Harry.

"Dobby had to burn his hands with an iron because of this," Dobby said sadly.

"But Dobby doesn't care about this, sir. Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now, but he never dreamed that you would actually take another route to school!"

Dobby's eyes were filled with tears, he flapped his big ears, and looked at Harry helplessly, as if he was sad that Harry had failed him in his kindness.

"Anyway, Harry Potter must leave this school, immediately, immediately! Something terrible is going to happen here soon," Dobby screamed.

"That's enough! It's safe here." Harry picked up a pillow and threw it at Dobby, glaring at him angrily.

"Except you! Except you!"

"Dobby knew that, sir, he would not believe it, that's why he used Bludger and Quaffle." Dobby didn't dodge and got hit hard. Although it didn't hurt, a crystal teardrop fell from the corner of his eye. down.

Just like the protagonist in a sad drama who does good deeds and is never understood.

But Harry didn't have the slightest sympathy. Instead, he was going crazy and wanted to strangle the house elf in front of him.

"So it was you who tampered with the Bludger! Do you really want to hit me to death?" Harry's anger suddenly surged up.

"I didn't kill you, sir, why do you think so?" Dobby shook his head crazily, trembling in fear, and said slightly tremblingly. .

"Dobby just wants to save your life! Even if he is seriously injured and sent home, it is better than staying here, sir. Dobby just wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and sent home!"

Dobby opened his big watery eyes and pulled a sheet with both hands to cover his thin body with only a rag hanging on it, looking very pitiful.

"Why? Why would you rather let me break my bones and be sent to the hospital than let me leave Hogwarts? I guess you won't tell me, right?" Harry said sarcastically.

Harry really couldn't understand the other party's words. He said it for his own sake again and again, and almost killed himself twice.

Is this called doing your own good?

"If Harry Potter knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little people, he would certainly not think so."

Facing Harry's sarcastic gaze, Dobby picked up the pillow that Harry had thrown on the ground. More tears fell from his eyes. He murmured to Harry the tragic experiences of the house elves in the past.

Then Dobby cried and thanked Harry for his feat of defeating the Dark Lord. Because of this, the life of the house elves was much easier.

Harry was silent for a moment. He didn't know what he should say, but Dobby did not stop speaking and continued to speak very excitedly.

"When Dobby was at home, he heard the owner say with his own ears that he sold that thing to a young wizard from Hogwarts! That thing was left to the owner by the Dark Lord. It is very, very evil."

At this point, Dobby was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said. Then he grabbed Harry's water bottle on the bedside table and smashed it on his head.

"Bad Dobby is worse than bad Dobby!" Dobby said as he smashed it.

Dobby's head touched the jug, making a crisp sound that hurt Harry just to hear it.

Hearing Dobby mention the Dark Lord, Harry immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. He reached out and grabbed Dobby's arm to stop his self-harm, and asked quickly.

"Tell me, what is that thing? Who was it sold to by your owner? How did you know that the other party brought that thing to the school?"

Thanks to book friend Ming Yueluo for the 100 starting coins.