Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

Bang!

A Bludger slammed into the bottom of the stands, and the loud sound interrupted Travis' thinking.

"Why hasn't anything changed?"

"Oh, no, it has changed."

Travis' face darkened, and he left his seat in an instant.

Bang!

The Bludger suddenly rushed out from under the place where Travis was sitting, causing Travis to tense up.

"Dobby, you are going to die!"

Travis gritted his teeth and was about to do something, but found that the Bludger turned and rushed towards Harry in the field.

However, Harry's speed was much faster than the Bludger, and he easily dodged the Bludger.

The Bludger changed direction again and rushed towards Harry, who dodged again.

Then the Bludger came flying towards Travis again.

MMP!

Travis cursed in his mind and took out his wand.

On the other side, Dumbledore saw the Bludger rushing straight towards the stands and stood up quickly. However, when he saw Travis standing in the stands, he sat down again.

There was no need to save this man—no need in every sense of the word.

"Thunder Cannon!"

boom!

A beam of lightning with a diameter of one meter long emerged from the top of Travis' wand, instantly smashing the Bludger into powder and shooting it into the air with undiminished power.

At this moment, all the teachers and students in the school were shocked, especially the professors at the professorship. Professor Flitwick jumped up with excitement, almost as tall as Professor McGonagall.

Calmly taking back his wand and patting his clothes, Travis turned and left gracefully.

At the professor's chair, Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands gently.

The sound spread throughout the arena and woke everyone up.

"There must be something wrong with the Bludger just now, Mrs. Hooch, how about a rematch in three days?" Dumbledore asked.

Before Mrs. Hooch could say anything, the captain of the Slytherin team suddenly shouted in agreement.

"agree!"

"Rematch!"

"Rematch!"

……

However, only the Slytherin students were shouting, and only some of them.

Mrs. Hoqi frowned and flew to Wood's side as if to ask for Wood's opinion.

The score is now 130 to zero, and a rematch would be too unfair to the Gryffindor team - now even if the Slytherin team catches the Golden Snitch, they cannot turn defeat into victory.

Wood frowned and called all the Gryffindor players to his side. After some discussion, they all nodded to Mrs. Hooch.

They agreed to a rematch, confident in their ability.

Seeing that all the players on the Gryffindor team agreed to rematch, Mrs. Hooch breathed a sigh of relief and flew into the air with a smile on her face to announce the rematch in three days.

On the other side, Travis did not return to the castle after leaving, but went all the way to a lounge below the auditorium.

Bang!

Travis slammed into a house elf, and at the same time, he clasped the opponent's fingers with his ten fingers and twisted them with an anti-joint. He knelt down on the opponent's back and controlled the opponent in an instant.

"It's your uncle! You are knitting! Do you want to kill me?!"

Travis questioned.

"Ah! Mr. Clyde!"

"Dobby...Dobby didn't mean to kill Mr. Clyde."

"Dobby...Dobby just wanted Mr. Clyde to get hurt."

"Is there a difference?!"

Travis pushed his knees slightly, and Dobby immediately let out a painful groan, but his hands were controlled by Travis and he couldn't do anything at all.

Against fragile mages like house elves, physical skills are much more effective than magic!

"I'm telling you, don't mess around. I've already solved your worries."

"Solved?" Dobby was shocked and even forgot about the pain.

"Ah."

After letting go of Dobby, Travis felt annoyed and slapped the back of his head again.

Good intentions lead to bad things, this is Dobby.

"Your master is Malfoy, right? Don't worry about how I know it. His conspiracy can no longer succeed."

"And you, I know you are cursed, so shut up and listen quietly."

Dobby, who was about to say something, nodded quickly.

"I can help you break the curse on you, including the contract you signed with the Malfoy family. I can also help you break it."

"but……"

"But what, Mr. Clyde? You said Dobby would do anything!"

Travis nodded: "I do need you to do me a little favor, but not now."

"I've been a little busy recently. Let's do this. You can come back to me in two months - if you want."

"Yes! Dobby is willing!" Dobby said quickly.

I would like a P!I haven't even said what help I need from you!

Travis rolled his eyes and patted Dobby on the shoulder.

"We'll talk about the rest later. Now, when you go back, just pretend that nothing happened today - and don't make trouble again!"

"Ah... yes!"

Dobby stirred with two fingers.

"Um...Mr. Clyde, Dobby is not causing trouble, Dobby is really..."

"I know, now, disappear!"

"Yes, Dobby will disappear now."

pop~

With a snap of his fingers, Dobby disappeared.

"Oooh... I'm so envious!"

Travis, who had been sullen just now, collapsed instantly.

"When will I be able to apparate at Hogwarts? I'm so envious!!!"

In the dark, Travis seemed to hear Dumbledore's voice: Once he becomes the principal, he can use Apparition.

The voice and appearance are present.

No, Principal Dumbledore is still alive and well!

Shaking his head and throwing away all the miscellaneous things, Travis took a step to leave the stadium before the audience left.

Leaving the court and returning to the castle, Travis dived into the alchemy room.

"What are you going to do?"

Dumbledore asked suddenly, startling Travis.

"You scared me...can't you knock on the door first and then come in?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Unfortunately, I didn't come in through the door... How about I go out and knock on the door now?"

"Okay."

Bang!

Travis was hit on the head, and looking at Dumbledore's unfinished look, he seemed to want to give Travis another hit... or many hits.

Travis quickly hid far away.

"What are you doing? It's wrong to punish students corporally! Be careful, I'll sue you in court!"

"Don't change the subject. What do you want to do?" Dumbledore asked angrily.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Travis pointed to the breeding farm: "I'm going to let them out - they are just pets, they are safe."

"Then what? Selling Poke Balls?" Dumbledore asked.

"Who do you think I am?"

Travis' eyes widened for a moment.

Selling Poke Balls?How much money can you make then?

"I plan to let students exchange credits...not transfer the credits to me, but when the credits reach a certain point, they can come to me with a certificate to receive the Poké Balls."

Travis' words immediately stunned Dumbledore.

"Really?" Dumbledore looked at Travis suspiciously and asked.

"It's more real than real gold!"

Dumbledore circled around Travis, marveling, and even looked at the sun outside the window.

Did the sun come out from under the ground today?