After confirming that he could not keep up with Malfoy this time, Ryan made a decisive decision to return. He stopped Hermione's plan to search layer by layer to possibly alert the snake, and instead returned to the Gryffindor common room with her.
"We can ask for portraits, and so can Malfoy. If he finds out that someone is following him, we will be in big trouble." Ryan explained on the way back to the common room. He was a little worried that if he alerted the snake, Malfoy was very worried.
The plan may change. Then all the preparations I made before will be invalid.
"Yes, Malfoy is that kind of conspirator." After listening to Ryan's briefing about the stalking situation, Ron, who was leaning on the sofa, slapped his thigh and said excitedly. He sat on the sofa far away to leave room for them to talk.
Lavender in the space was alarmed by Ron's big move. She raised her head and looked over. Ron quickly waved to indicate that he was fine, then lowered his head and whispered to Ryan and the others: "What he did now just shows that his
There is a ghost inside, and we really should figure out what he wants to do."
However, after discussing for more than ten minutes, they found that unless they could keep tabs on Malfoy for a long time, it would be impossible to accurately capture the evidence of Malfoy's conspiracy. However, it would be too difficult to monitor Malfoy continuously.
, at least as Gryffindor students, it is difficult for them to do this.
Just when a few people were thinking hard about a more feasible solution, the door to the common room opened, and the Gryffindor students walked in dejectedly as if they had lost a battle.
Of course, defeated is not an adjective here. Neville told Ryan that Gryffindor lost miserably in this game. "Did you pick up Ron from the hospital, so you didn't go to the stadium to watch the game? I want to say that you were right not to watch.
Yes, this time our team was a mess and the game was also a mess."
"How many points did we lose?" Ryan asked.
"The final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty. The main reason was that McLaggen hit a Bludger towards Harry. Harry didn't notice and was hit in the head directly." Neville said simply.
Explained why we lost so ugly today.
"Well, although I'm not very interested in Quidditch. But if I remember correctly, McLaggen is the goalkeeper, right? Why does he have a stick and can still hurt Harry?" Hermione's tone revealed this.
Incredible.
"You're on to the point. This is the root cause of our failure today." Neville, who had always been good-tempered, suddenly looked very annoyed at this moment. "McLaggen liked to criticize other players during training before and also pointed fingers.
He put forward a detailed training plan. It was as if he was the captain. But we never expected that he would be like that at the game. First he accused Ginny of throwing the Quaffle, then he quarreled with Harry, and finally returned it to Perks.
He took the stick and demonstrated how to hit the Bludger at the flying Cadwallader. But his skill was obviously not as good as he thought, and after hitting the Bludger, he knocked Harry down.
, and then we collapsed thousands of miles away.”
"If I did, I would definitely give him a few curses to give him a taste." Ron said loudly.
"Don't worry, someone has already taken care of him for you." Neville shrugged. "When I came back, I heard Ginny say that the male members of the Quidditch team left McLaggen in the locker room, saying it was
You need to have a good talk with him."
"How's Harry doing?" Ryan asked. "It must hurt to be hit in the head by a Bludger."
"Broken skull." As soon as the word came out of Neville's mouth, Hermione next to her took a sharp breath.
"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey is at the scene. She put Harry's skull back in an instant." Seeing Hermione's horrified expression, Neville quickly explained. Only then did Hermione realize that this was the world of wizards.
Broken bones are not that dangerous.
In the afternoon, Ryan and Ron went to visit Harry. Harry was awake at this time, but still lying on the bed. There was a large circle of hard bandages wrapped around his head, like an Arab turban. The bedside
There were also two cups of tea that had just been drunk.
"Ginny just brought me lunch, and then she sat there until seven or eight minutes before you guys came in." Harry explained after finding Ryan looking at the pair of confiscated tea cups.
Perhaps because Ginny told him about the tragedy of the game before, Harry seemed to be very emotionally stable now. However, when he heard Ron telling him that he was discharged from the hospital, he saw that Malfoy seemed to be trying to get in the castle while everyone was away.
After doing something sneaky in there, he suddenly became excited.
"I just said where he went to plot." Harry whispered after looking at Madam Pomfrey's office. "When I used the Marauder's Map to monitor it, I found that he disappeared from the map. Think about him again.
If you say it when school starts, you must be hiding somewhere to do something shameful."
"The problem now is that we can't keep an eye on him." Ryan spread his hands. "Hermione and I lost track of him this morning, so I guess they must have an invisibility cloak, and there may be more than one."
"This is really troublesome." Harry said to himself. "Everyone we know has very full classes, and it is impossible to monitor Malfoy in real time. Not to mention that as a Slytherin student, as long as he goes
Once they go to the Slytherin dormitory in the basement, it's impossible for us to keep up with them."
"I really wish I were the Minister of Magic, so that I could have a bunch of Aurors to keep an eye on Malfoy 24 hours a day. Or I could be the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Everything in the school is under my control. I can order the armor.
The portrait, and the house elf constantly staring at that guy."
"Wait a minute, say what you just said again." Harry seemed to have gotten some inspiration from Ron.
"I said I wish I were the Minister of Magic -" Ron was interrupted by Harry at the beginning, "What was the last thing you just said?"
"I said that if I were the headmaster, I could order armor, portraits, and house elves to keep an eye on that guy." After Ron finished speaking, he looked at Harry, not knowing what he was thinking.
"That's it." Harry nodded. "Although I'm not the headmaster, I have a house elf friend who I can ask for help."
"You mean Dobby?" Ron responded immediately.
"Yes, I think he is the only one of my friends who is free to monitor Malfoy around the clock, and can freely enter Slytherin House." After saying this, Harry called out in a low voice, "Dobby?"
There was a snapping sound, and a house elf wearing a shrunken maroon jumper, a woolen hat, and socks of different colors appeared in front of everyone. "Oh, Harry Potter, Dobby just heard that.
When you called me, I rushed over as soon as possible."
"Um, Dobby, have you been busy at work lately?" Harry asked a little embarrassed, because after calling out Dobby, he remembered that the elf was usually very busy, and he was a little worried that Dobby would disturb him by helping him.
his own work.
"Compared to the previous master, the work at Hogwarts is really easy." Dobby shook his head happily, his two big ears even touching his face. "So if the great Harry Potter has anything to do,
If Dobby needs help, Dobby will be happy to serve him. It is an honor for Dobby to serve Harry Potter."
"Well, if that's the case, then... I want you to follow Draco Malfoy." Harry thought for a moment and said. He ignored the surprised looks in Ryan and Ron's eyes, "I want to know where he goes.
Who are you meeting and why? I want you to keep an eye on him all day long."
"Yes, Harry Potter!" Dobby said immediately, his big round eyes shining with excitement, "If Dobby does something wrong, Dobby will jump off the top floor, Harry Potter!"
"That's not necessary." Harry said hurriedly. "By the way, I want you to report to me every three days, but you must make sure you come back when there is no one around me. It doesn't matter if Ryan, Ron, Ginny and Hermione are around.
Don't tell anyone else what you're doing. Just stick it to Malfoy like a plaster."
"Please wait a moment." Watching Dobby accept the mission and prepare to leave, Ryan stopped him, then took out a small wallet from the space bag, and took out a black hexagon like a coin from it.
The metal piece is inlaid with a golden eye pattern. "There are thirty such metal pieces in this bag. You only need to input a little magic power and it can work all day long. When using it, aim your eyes at the one you want."
Just press the metal piece where you want to shoot. That way you don't have to wait around when Malfoy stops somewhere."
"Thank you so much." Dobby bowed after taking the small leather bag. "Dobby can now better complete the great Harry Potter's mission."