Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and at the whistle for the resumption of the game, Harry rushed into the sky again.

The rain blurred his vision, making it almost impossible for him to see the situation in the field. There was only a faint, golden figure running around in the haze.

Dudley was not having a good time either. Training the muscles naturally does not extend to the eyes, so the influence of the heavy rain made him feel restrained and uncomfortable, especially when he was riding on a broomstick with his feet off the ground. The familiar feeling of standing was gone, and he even felt that he had less strength to swing the bat.

Fortunately, the Nimbus 2000 is a flagship wizard sports car with excellent balance and comfort, so Dudley can still maintain a normal speed and protect Harry from impact.

"Ballet practice, Potter?"

Malfoy's sarcastic voice came, he shouted deliberately, trying to disrupt Harry's rhythm.

"Blurred Ball! It's heading towards you again!"

Fred's voice was faintly heard over there. Dudley gritted his teeth, rushed over against the dense rain curtain, swung up the deformed stick, and lashed out with all his might. In front of him, a vacuum was even formed, which was opened up by the air wave.

Of course, this Bludger has not been tampered with.

With a "bang", the Bludger escaped in disgrace and went to look for its next unlucky target.

Seeing that Dudley was following closely, Malfoy finally panicked and didn't even notice that the Golden Snitch was right next to his ear.

The sound of rain covered up the subtle fluttering of the Golden Snitch's wings.

Harry thrust his hand out and rushed towards Malfoy's panicked face.

"What are you doing! Potter!"

"My father wouldn't..."

Draco dodged hastily, his eyes widened. He couldn't imagine that Harry really dared to attack him.

But Harry did not change direction. He just reached out, grabbed the Golden Snitch tightly, and held it high in the rain.

"We won! We won!"

"Gryffindor wins! What a great victory!"

In the stands, Lee Jordan's voice sounded almost at the same time as Madam Hooch's whistle. All the students supporting the Gryffindor team stood up excitedly and gave warm applause and cheers.

The rain is cold, but my heart is warm.

Malfoy's eyes widened, and it wasn't until Flint rushed to his side, shouting angrily, that he finally realized what was happening.

He gave the victory that was within his grasp to "Scarhead"!

Lucius in the stands spat without grace, then moved his robe and quickly left the wet stands.

"See, I told you that the guy who went through the back door is definitely not a qualified seeker!"

Wood somersaulted happily even though his body was covered in mud.

Victory was joyful, but the price was that most people caught colds to varying degrees, and Harry, who was the key to the score, was particularly ill and had a fever.

Harry had already taken the medicine, but because of what Madam Pomfrey said, he had no choice but to stay in the school hospital overnight.

But Harry tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He was just wondering who had done this. Looking at Malfoy's stunned look, he had a rough idea in his mind.

There is absolutely no way that the Slytherin team had done this - although they would have loved to have done so, the balls used in the match had always been with Madam Hooch, and others wouldn't even have seen them, let alone tamper with them.

Although he is a bit arrogant, it seems that he hasn't told any lies yet.

So, who could it be?

A wet sponge was gently placed on Harry's forehead. When he opened his eyes, it was Dobby, who had disappeared for more than three months, who appeared in the empty infirmary with an embarrassed and ashamed look on his face.

"Harry Potter is back at school... Dobby has reminded Harry Potter time and again, but why didn't Mr. Harry Potter listen to Dobby's warnings?"

"Harry Potter missed his train. Why didn't he go home?"

Hearing this, Harry's eyes widened and a rage burned in his heart.

"It's...it's you who sealed the wall and prevented us from passing through!"

"And the Bludger! It's you too. You want to force me to leave school, right?"

It should be said that the savior's intuition was very sharp. Dobby's big ears fluttered and he nodded.

"Great! You...it turned out you did all this!"

"You almost got us fired!"

Harry was furious, but the fever made his body weak and he couldn't stand up.

"You'd better get out of here before I recover from my illness, or I'll strangle you to death."

When Dobby heard this, he smiled calmly.

"Dobby is used to death threats. Dobby hears them at least five times a day at home."

Harry was stunned instead.

He never thought that the little guy in front of him would suffer such terrible torture. Looking closely, what Dobby was wearing was not clothes at all, but a dirty pillowcase. This made his anger subside immediately.

"Why are you wearing that?"

"This? Oh, this symbolizes the slavery of house-elfs, sir. Dobby can only be free if his master takes the initiative to give him clothes to wear - the people in the house are very careful and will not even give Dobby a pair of socks."

After a pause, Dobby suddenly reacted and raised his voice: "Harry Potter must go home!"

"Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself and the Chamber of Secrets will be opened again--"

It should be said that Dobby's confidentiality is similar to Hagrid's confidentiality - both are as tight-mouthed as a jar, and both inadvertently reveal the most crucial information.

With Harry's intuition, he immediately thought of Mrs. Norris, the petrified cat.

Dobby obviously realized this as well.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

He picked up the water jug ​​on the bedside table and smashed it on his head with all his strength.

"So, there really is a secret room? And it has been opened like this before? Tell me!"

Harry didn't even have time to feel sorry for the water jug ​​or to comfort the hysterical house-elf. He hurriedly asked for the most crucial information.

Information that could clear the innocence of these three people!

But there was a rustling sound at the door, and Dobby suddenly froze. There was a slight crack in the air, and Harry's fist loosened, and Dobby disappeared without a trace.

And at the door was Albus Dumbledore.

It was as if he was lifting a sculpture and placing it on the bed opposite.

Soon after, Professor McGonagall appeared. After a while, Madam Pomfrey, wearing a dress, also hurried in.

"Another attack. Mag found him on the stairs."

"He had a bunch of grapes next to him. We guessed he wanted to sneak in here to visit Potter."

Listening to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall talking one by one, Harry opened his eyes wide on the hospital bed. Who is it?

Harry quietly raised his body and saw the stunned face clearly in the moonlight:

Colin Creevey.