Who is your master? Tell me! Harry said loudly as he grabbed Dobby's wrist.

"Dobby can't say, sir! Don't ask, don't ask poor Dobby..."Dobby blinked his brass bell-sized eyes, looked at Harry pitifully, and muttered.

"Dobby can only tell him that the school is going to be dangerous, because Dobby saw the little wizard open the dangerous thing...

Right next to Mr.! Dobby had wanted to snatch that dangerous thing from him, but Dobby was just a poor, weak house-elf, no match for him. Dobby couldn't help but scream.

So, if you can't beat him, you'll hit me? Kick me out?

Harry rolled his eyes, having to endure Dobby's ugly screams, and asked loudly. "Then tell me who the little wizard really is?"

Dobby hesitated whether to say it, after all, in his opinion, it was the master's plan and should not be revealed.

The concern for Harry Potter finally prevailed, and Dobby opened his mouth and was ready to speak.

But the next moment, as if sensing something, Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared in front of Harry.

Harry reached out to grab him, but he was empty, and there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Harry hurriedly lay down and pretended to sleep.

Click..

The doors of the school hospital opened, and Harry's eyelids opened a slit, and he saw Madam Pomfrey entering, and he guessed that the other party might have been attracted by the noise.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey walked over to Harry's bedside, took a strange look at the pillows and jars that had fallen on the floor, sorted them out, and left again.

Harry opened his eyes and whispered Dobby's name, but no one answered...

......

The next day, early in the morning.

When Ivan walked into the large exhibition hall, he saw a large crowd of people gathered around the scoring pool, and after a glance, he realized that the Gryffindor scoring pool was empty.

But this is also normal, not long after the start of school, Professor McGonagall deducted two hundred points at one time, naturally all of them were deducted, and a lot of points were lost.

This may be the first time since the founding of Hogwarts that there has been a negative score, right?

Ivan thought like this, and to his surprise, the Slytherin scoring pool next door was also empty, and it was obviously deducted.

"Professor Snape is so willing to deduct points from Slytherin?" Ivan said curiously, he remembered that Snape was still very protective.

Ron, who was eating hot porridge on the side, looked up and said gloatingly.

"Of course, I've heard that Snape was mad when he knew that those Slytherins were beaten up by us on the Quidditch pitch..."

So that's how it was... Ivan immediately understood that Sleip was probably angry that Slytherin lost to Gryffindor in the melee before deducting points.

George and Fred also came over at this time and said with a grin. "Anyway, you were so handsome yesterday! We've all seen you rush up and fly a dozen Slytherins at once, and if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have won..."

"Okay, that's it." Ivan said casually.

In his opinion, it was just a group of imps who were brought down, and there was nothing to be happy about...

Hermione couldn't help but interject at this point.

"You should have been able to calm down yesterday instead of getting into a fight with Slytherin on the Quidditch pitch without figuring out what's going on.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have been deducted a full two hundred points by Professor McGonagall! Now we won't be able to get the Academy Cup this semester! ”

Hermione looked very angry, originally when she and Ivan worked hard to answer the questions and add points, Gryffindor's house score was already Yaoyao ahead.

If nothing else, this semester will be able to win the Academy Cup safely, and now that this is happening, most of the time it will be out of play.

The biggest profit from this matter is probably Ravenclaw House, they suddenly surpassed Gryffindor, which was originally ranked first and second, and Slytherin, to the top!

George and Fred suddenly didn't dare to speak, and suddenly deducted the house points of Hogwarts, even if they were usually naughty, they were a little weak when they mentioned this matter.

Ivan didn't care,

After all, he was in Gryffindor House,

Lots are more! Whatever you want!

Anyway, Dumbledore will add it back by the end of the semester...

Ivan thinks so, but soon realizes that this year's big boss, Tom Riddle, has been controlled by himself.

Harry lost a thrilling adventure, and Dumbledore couldn't seem to find a reason to give him extra points...

Could it be that you are really going to lose the Academy Cup this year?

Ivan scratched his hair, and for a while there was no solution.

After breakfast, Ivan packed his things and went to today's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Halfway through, Ivan noticed that Harry seemed to be a little distracted, but he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that maybe Dumbledore had come to him for a conversation.

After the lesson, Lockhart stood on the stage as usual, acting out the story from the book with Neville.

Today's content is how he subdued a vampire hiding in a crowd on Halloween.

However, the young wizards below cast distrustful glances at him, and some even talked loudly about Lockhart's fainting on the Quidditch pitch, which immediately drew bursts of cheerful laughter.

The classroom was filled with joy for a while...

Lockhart tried to explain that he was just in poor shape yesterday, but unfortunately it drew more ridicule from the crowd, and this time even Hermione was reluctant to defend him.

Lockhart is calm on the surface, but behind the scenes he is restless.

He couldn't stand this kind of life, so after the course, he found a reason to take Ivan to his office.

Boom~

Lockhart locked the office door with his backhand, then turned his head to Ivan and said anxiously.

"Hals, when will the things you said be ready..."

"It will take a month at the earliest, and my materials haven't been shipped yet." Ivan spread his hands helplessly and said.

"But I can't wait a month!" Lockhart paced around the office in a hurry, almost knocking Ivan unconscious.

"Then add another five hundred Galleons, I want to find a way to try to finish it in two weeks!" Ivan hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"Okay, five hundred Galleons, two weeks!" Lockhart nodded without hesitation.

Seeing that Lockhart agreed so happily, the corners of Ivan's mouth twitched, it seems that he still underestimated Lockhart's financial resources too much, and he should have added more...