<h4>Chapter 137: Dobby the house elf</h4>
"Professor Drac!"
Harry and the twins Weiss looked in the direction of the voice in surprise, and saw that the intrigued silver-haired professor hade to the Quidditch field at some point.
From time to time, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, consciously bypassing the edge of Drac''s body, and falling on thewn with a "pat", "pat".
Today''s weather has been gloomy, with no sunshine, and it has been raining since the game started.
However, this kind of weather, which only brings difort to Quidditch games and spectators, just meets Drac''s wishes. In the weather without sunshine, he doesn''t minding to the first Quidditch game of the school year to watch the excitement.
"I just saw that the Bludger has been bumping around Potter, right?" Drac asked.
"That''s right, Professor, someone must have tampered with the Bludger!" Fred nodded heavily, "I now seriously suspect that someone sneaked into Madam Hooch''s office and cast a spell on the Bludger!"
"Mr. Weisley, I have checked it, and there is nothing wrong with the Bludger." Madam Hooch red at Fred seriously, then turned to look at Drac: "Professor Drac, you should stay in the audience and should not appear on the Quidditch field. This is against the rules!"
"I''ll just say a word and leave. I won''t dy your game." Drac smiled gently at Madam Hooch.
Seeing Drac''s smile, Madam Hooch''s tone softened and she nodded reluctantly.
"Well, since you''re a professor..." she said, "but you only have one minute!"
"That''s enough." Drac chuckled, turned to look at Harry and other Gryffindor Quidditch yers, and said to them, "The Bludger may have been tampered with, but it''s unlikely to have been done before the game."
"It''s very likely that it was cursed during the game, just like Potter''s broomst year."
"Then what should we do?" George put his arm around Harry''s shoulders and asked worriedly.
"Professor, you can definitely help us solve this problem, right?" Fred asked.
On the one hand, they were worried about Harry, and on the other hand, if possible, the twins certainly didn''t want the twenty gold galleons they bet on to disappear.
Madam Hooch also looked over with doubtful eyes and asked, "Professor Drac, are you telling the truth?"
Faced with this unexpected situation, even if she didn''t want the Quidditch game to be suspended midway, she had to think carefully at this time.
"It''s okay, just y as usual." Drac shook his head, "As for the guy who did the trick, I will help you catch him."
As he said, he looked at Harry with a very yful look, "Even if I didn''t catch him in time, it''s still no problem to rescue Potter in time. I think you should have experience, right, Potter?"
"Of course, I believe the professor can catch me in time." Harry nodded helplessly, and at the same time he was stillining in his heart, ''After all, I have experienced it once in the gamest school year...''
Harry couldn''t figure out why there were always such and such problems when he participated in Quidditch games. Either Quirrell cursed his broom, or he was chased back and forth by a bludger like today, and there was always the danger of falling from the broom at a high altitude...
Fortunately, today''s Quidditch game got Drac''s promise, and the yers and referee Madam Hooch all put down their hanging hearts.
All Quidditch yers returned to their respective positions and got ready.
"All--"
Madam Hooch blew her whistle again.
Harry kicked his feet and flew into the sky with a "whoosh". At the same time, he heard a gust of wind behind his head, knowing that the Bludger was chasing him again.
He was not too anxious in his heart. He knew that as long as he dyed for a few more minutes, he could be saved when Professor Drac found the person who cursed the Bludger.
The rain was getting heavier, and Harry was rising higher and higher. He turned, turned, turned sharply, circled up, and circled east and west in the sky...
He walked back and forth in a "Z"-shaped route like a flower rope, trying to avoid the attack of the Bludger.
The dense rain curtain formed by the heavy rain was thick, blocking the sight of the little wizards, and the audience outside the field could hardly see the abnormality of the Bludger. But they could see Harry making funny and weird movements in the air.
When Harry hung headfirst on his broom to avoid another fierce attack from the Bludger, the rain even poured into his nostrils.
Harry heard augh from the crowd on the Slytherin side. He knew he must look very embarrassed, but he didn''t have time to care about it. He just hoped to avoid the attack of the Bludger.
Fortunately, I don''t know if the person controlling the Bludger was too far away to control it urately, or if the evil spell cast on the Bludger was not strong -
The wild Bludger seemed very clumsy and could not change direction as quickly as Harry, so the Bludger and Harry were in a stalemate of chasing each other for a while.
Harry felt a little dizzy in the continuous circling action, but he still wanted to win and kept his eyes wide open.
His sight passed through the raindrops that crackled on his sses, through the silver-white rain curtain, carefully observing any golden reflection of the Golden Snitch within the entire Quidditch field...
A whistling sound rang in his ears, and Harry knew that the Bludger almost hit him again. He turned his head and flew rapidly in the opposite direction.
At the same time, Drac quietly appeared in the thick rain curtain.
He spread his wings and floated in the sky, with light flowing in his wine-red eyes.
The dense rain curtain had no effect on him at all, and only served as the best visual cover for the wings behind him.
Drac watched Harry''s various funny and effective flying movements with interest for a while, and finally remembered his business after a long time, and then turned his attention to the Bludger that was flying around Harry like crazy.
Looking at the magic trajectory connected to it, a look of surprise slowly appeared on his face.
This kind of magic does not look like a wizard''s at all, but more like... a house elf?
"Things are getting interesting."
Drac raised his lips with interest, and disappeared into the thick rain curtain with a sh.
...
Harry dodged the attack of the Bludger again.
With his superb Quidditch talent and long-term adaptation to bad weather training, Harry has now be very familiar with the situation. He began to fly around the edge of the Quidditch field like a pendulum.
After circling the field for half a circle, Harry suddenly found that the sound of breaking wind that often sounded in his ears disappeared.
He turned around with joy and found that the crazy Bludger had returned to normal and flew in another direction, finally no longer chasing him.
Harry knew that Professor Drac must have caught the bad guy. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped spinning.
This period of dodging the Bludger exhausted him!
"Were you practicing ballet just now, Potter?" Just when Harry had just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take a short break for two minutes, Malfoy suddenly flew over on his Nimbus 2001 andughed loudly.
Harry turned around and red at Malfoy with hatred.
But since he really didn''t have the energy to argue with him now, Harry was ready to ignore him and fly directly to the other side of the Quidditch field.
At this moment, he suddenly found that a ray of golden light quietly emerged in the thick rain curtain.
Harry opened his eyes wide and looked through his sses to where the golden light appeared.
He saw the Golden Snitch!
The Golden Snitch was hovering a few inches above Malfoy''s left ear-Malfoy was busyughing at Harry and didn''t see it!
At that moment, Harry retracted all his movements, his body suspended in the air, and didn''t dare to speed up and rush towards Malfoy.
He was afraid that Malfoy would notice his movements and find the trace of the Golden Snitch.
ording to the distance between the two and the Snitch, if Malfoy also saw it, then Harry would have no chance of catching the Snitch.
Harry''s brain was spinning rapidly, 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 familiar Bludger out of the corner of his eye.
Harry''s eyes lit up, and he immediately 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 long-term rotation, and urged the broom again to rotate up and down around the Bludger.
"Hahaha..." Malfoy couldn''t helpughing out loud as he watched Harry''s funny movements, "I say... Pott - the so-called ''scoring star'' of the Gryffindor team is actually obsessed with dancing ballet on the Quidditch field... Hahaha..."
Malfoy covered his stomach andughed on the broom, his whole body shaking, looking like he wouldugh himself off the broom at any time.
He didn''t notice the Golden Snitch that was so close to him.
In the hazy rain curtain, Harry performed an angry expression, suddenly stopped spinning, and rushed towards the face below that was sneering.
He saw the eyes on the face widened in fear - Malfoy thought Harry was going to hit him!
"What are you doing -" he shouted in fear, while hurriedly dodging Harry''s flying path.
Harry didn''t hit Malfoy, one of his hands let go of the broom, and reached out fiercely to grab it -
He felt his fingers holding a cold, winged metal ball!
Harry felt relieved, but at the same time he lost the strength to continue flying, and fell straight to the ground. There was a cry of surprise from the crowd below.
With a "bang", water sshed everywhere.
Harrynded heavily on the muddywn, but managed to hold on to the ground and climbed down from the broom.
A weak smile appeared on his pale face, and he raised his hand high -
The golden snitch that represented victory was firmly in his hand!
"Dudududu--"
Madam Hooch''s whistle for the end of the game sounded on the field, followed by the cheers of the audience and the extremely excited shout ofmentator Lee Jordan:
"Our genius seeker Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, and caught it next to the ear of the Slytherin team''s seeker! Let us congratte Gryffindor for their victory!"
Fred and George flew over from a distance, threw their brooms aside, lifted Harry high and threw him into the air.
"Good job, Harry!" Fred shouted.
"We really made a lot of money on this bet!" George''s eyes seemed to have turned into the shape of gold galleons.
Harry also showed a rxed smile and looked at the professors in the audience, hoping to see Professor Drac and thank him for his help.
However, the seat originally reserved for Drac on the high tform was empty.
...
At this time, Drac had returned to his office.
With him came a very short house-elf with bat-like ears, a long nose, protrudingrge green eyes, and wearing only an old pillowcase.
The house-elf, who was caught doing something bad, was trembling in front of Drac''s desk.
He tried to sneak away several times using the house-elf''s unique Apparition, but was trapped in ce by Drac''s casual eyes and could not escape at all.
The elf finally realized that this professor was not an ordinary wizard at all, and he was afraid that he would be in danger today...
"It''s strange, why do I feel like I''ve seen you somewhere before." Drac sat behind the desk and looked at the house-elf with a puzzled look.
He always felt that this elf looked familiar, but he was not sure if it was an illusion caused by face blindness of this species.
So Drac said, "Why don''t you introduce yourself first and tell me who your master is?"
"Dobby... Dobby was not sent by the master!" The elf looked unyielding, "Dobby will not surrender, Dobby cannot betray my master."
"So your name is Dobby." Drac smiled casually, "But this is quite fake, how can a house elf act on its own?"
"Well, I also know that house elves will not betray their masters, so let''s change the question - why do you want to assassinate Potter?"
Hearing Drac''s new question, the face of the house elf Dobby suddenly changed. He seemed to be stimted by something, and tears kept rolling down his pointed nose.
"Dobby... Dobby never wanted to assassinate the great Harry Potter..." Dobby sobbed.
"''Great''... Harry Potter?"
Drac frowned.