Chapter 194
Draco: Club?
Chapter 194 Draco: Club?
Draco Malfoy had been having a hard time lately.
In fact, this sign has been there since last semester.
Ever since he led his men to ambush Weed Grey of Ravenclaw, but was almost scared to tears by a swarm of insects, some people have been reluctant to agree with him.
By this semester, Malfoy felt that he had not done anything, but his friends left him one after another, and even the two idiots Crabbe and Goyle began to openly oppose him.
The Quidditch team was doing OK because his dad donated a batch of brooms, so everyone else was trying to please him.
But as a Seeker, he lost the match against Gryffindor. Especially... the Golden Snitch was right next to him, but he did nothing, and Harry Potter took the opportunity to catch it.
Malfoy felt aggrieved.
It was because Potter cunningly pretended to knock him off his broom that distracted him and made him not pay attention to the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.
But his teammates did not accept his explanation, and Flint even said sarcastically: "The Golden Snitch is almost shoving itself under your nose. What else does it need to do to get your attention?"
Montague, Blackie and others all laughed out loud.
Derek said, "A good Seeker has to have a good eye as well as a good broom, doesn't he, Draco?"
Malfoy used to think that Harry Potter was probably the most annoying person in the world because he actually ignored his initiative to show goodwill and even mocked him.
But when he actually faced the malice of others, he found that those conflicts were nothing at all.
Malfoy slammed the book shut, and the pages made a sound similar to a scream. The words "The Most Toxic Magic" on the cover slowly turned red and even bled.
He wiped the blood off his fingertips as usual, and did not scream in disgust like he did the first time.
"So, you got the wrong person."
He said to the person next to him: "I used to hate Potter. But now, compared with Potter, I want Crabbe and Goyle to learn a lesson more."
Behind him was Dobby the house-elf.
The elf was wearing a tattered and dirty pillowcase, its big ears looked like they had just been burned, and there were scars on its forehead and thin arms.
Dobby leaned down and said in a shrill voice, "Dobby doesn't know that Master Malfoy is unhappy that Dobby attacked Harry Potter. The Master asked Dobby to help Master Malfoy."
"Humph." Malfoy said unhappily, "If Dad really wants to help me, he should take back the broom that sponsored the team!"
Dobby blinked his tennis ball-sized eyes and said pitifully, "The master thinks that this cannot be done. The master thinks that this will damage the image of the Malfoy family."
"Forget it, now I have my revenge anyway!"
Malfoy patted the "Most Toxic Spell" with some pride and said loudly: "See? I only learned two spells and I made those guys run around in circles! They still don't understand what's going on!"
He pushed the photos of several other people in the dormitory off the table, stepped on them a few times, adjusted his collar, and glanced disdainfully at the house-elf who had his head bowed.
"I should go visit my injured roommate! Clean up this place, don't run out and get discovered by others, and don't let me see you!"
Malfoy put away his wand, hid his magic book, slammed the door and left.
Walking into the common room, Malfoy's expression darkened as he saw the others.
Without saying a word, he walked through the doorway and headed towards the school infirmary.
Today, all of his roommates were sent in. Crabbe and Goyle attacked the others, but they didn't know the armor spell, and they were also beaten and bloodied by the counter-spells.
Thinking of the miserable plight of several people, Malfoy's mood of being ostracized during this period finally improved a little.
……
In the dormitory, Dobby watched Malfoy leave, and almost impatiently walked to the door and reached for the handle.
Then his palms began to tremble.
【Don't run out! 】
Malfoy's casual words were an order that he could not disobey.
Dobby pulled his hand back abruptly, and then banged his head hard against the wall!
"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Trying to disobey the master's orders! Bad Dobby!"
After being hit a few times, it seemed to feel better. With its buzzing head, it turned around and started to clean up.
A few photos were restored to their original positions, followed by the damaged curtains, bed sheets, pillows, wardrobe...
There was no one else in the dormitory today, and Malfoy vented his pent-up anger, destroying the dormitory beyond recognition.
Fortunately, he didn't use dark magic in such a place, so it wasn't too difficult for Dobby to clean up.
It didn't take Dobby long to finish his work. He held his rumbling stomach and glanced at the snacks on the table, but he didn't dare to eat them secretly.
Malfoy hadn't meant to let him go hungry.
However, this young master never thought about preparing food for his slaves. When he was at home, he never had to worry about these tedious issues.
Previously, Dobby stole Chat from the Malfoy family's warehouse and failed to cover his tracks, exposing the fact that he was the one who attacked Harry Potter in the maze.
Of course, no matter who looked at that incident, no one would think that Dobby did this to protect the victim who almost died.
The Malfoys naturally thought that Dobby must have heard Draco complain to his parents about Potter and his group many times during the summer vacation, so he took the initiative to avenge his master.
Lucius Malfoy punished him for his unauthorized actions, but both Malfoys thought that Dobby was very loyal and very capable.
Therefore, when little Malfoy complained to his father that his classmates bullied him, Lucius Malfoy sent Dobby to school to protect his son.
He is a governor of Hogwarts, so his house-elves can bypass the school's protective magic and enter this impregnable castle.
But since arriving at Hogwarts, Dobby's movements have been greatly restricted.
Because his master ordered him not to go out casually, and to come back immediately after going out to do something, and not to be seen by anyone or the house-elf.
On the other hand, Malfoy ordered the house-elves in the castle not to enter his dormitory or touch any of his personal belongings.
Dobby is naturally also a "personal property".
Dobby was responsible for cleaning the dormitory, and no one else noticed.
The elves in the castle would certainly notice the difference, but Lucius told him that the house-elves would never report a change of this magnitude to the school's management.
They were the tools of the castle, and all they had to do was clean, prepare food, and follow orders.
They do not have the power to "gather information, monitor students, and maintain school order."
Although Draco was hiding Dobby, he wasn't too worried.
He looked at the people who knew nothing about this, including the professors in the school, and even felt a vague sense of superiority.
"What's the point of so many school rules?" Draco thought smugly: "As long as I want, the school is simply vulnerable... and those professors are all idiots!"
He had no idea that among the silly, eager-to-please house-elves in the castle, there was more than one house-elf who wanted to take the initiative to "do something".
……
"The students didn't let McGee clean the dorm, but McGee heard it."
McGee showed off his big ears and said, "McGee has the best hearing and can hear from very far away." "Thank you, McGee." Wade said, "I will find a way to meet that house-elf."
"Ved Grey, be careful." McGee said seriously, "That elf has strong magical power... stronger than McGee."
"I'll be careful." Wade thought for a moment and asked, "McGee, among the house-elves in the castle, who has the strongest magic power?"
"Ralph, of course," McGee said.
"Ralph?"
"He is over 160 years old. He is the oldest and the strongest."
“He told us what to do,” McGee explained.
Vader understood.
That Ralph should be the manager of all house-elves?
Assign tasks to the elves, and maybe even take on the responsibility of teaching them.
Over a hundred and sixty years old... Older than Dumbledore...
Although the lifespan of house-elves can reach up to two hundred years, in reality, not many elves can live that long.
When some elves get old, their owners may think that they can no longer provide quality services, so they will order them to end their lives early.
For example, the former Black family.
Most elves have not been treated well since birth, which has affected their lifespan and magic power.
Wade was quite interested in talking to Ralph, who was over 160 years old.
That house-elf must have witnessed many stories worthy of history.
……
The next day, the news of the fight in Slytherin House spread throughout the school.
Everyone was surprised because Snake House has always been known for its unity, perhaps second only to Hufflepuff. However, Lion House and Eagle House often have conflicts within their houses.
Of course, this is not because the little snakes are united and friendly, but because they are very good at "keeping a secret" - even if they are fighting fiercely in the lounge, they will not show it outside the college.
This gives people the feeling that the Snake House is always advancing and retreating together.
Upon hearing this strange thing, the students from the other three colleges could no longer suppress their curiosity.
Everyone ran to the school infirmary in groups. Some said they had headaches, some said they had coughs, some said they couldn't sleep last night, and some said they were a little anxious recently. Their real purpose was to take a look at the Slytherins lying on the hospital beds.
Most of the second-year Slytherin boys were inside, and there were also two first-years.
Outside the ward, the Gryffindors were complaining about feeling dizzy and laughing loudly.
The Slytherins looked unhappy as the chaotic crowd came and went.
They all pulled up the curtains around the bed, but Lion House seemed to enjoy even looking at the curtains.
After class, Malfoy came to visit his roommates again, intending to amuse himself with their miserable plight.
But before he reached the ward door, he met a few Gryffindors who were arm in arm and walking through the corridor laughing. Malfoy's face darkened.
Then, he stood not far away, watching the students who found excuses to run into the infirmary for a visit, until they were all driven away by Madam Pomfrey, who had reached the limit of her patience.
Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"See that, Draco?"
The sixth-year student, Furley, whispered, "Why do you think we Slytherins should unite? Because if we are divided, our enemies will only laugh at us loudly from above. No one will sympathize with us, let alone lend a helping hand."
"What do you mean?" Malfoy frowned.
Yaxley said coldly, "When you hurt your companions, you thought you got a short-term pleasure of revenge."
Foley continued: "But when you look back, you will find that you are also one of those who are laughed at and despised."
"Because you're a Slytherin."
"Because we're Slytherins."
"Admit it, Draco. We are from Slytherin, which is a sin in the eyes of many people!"
"It was the Sorting Hat that made the choice for us, but during the seven years at school and in our future lives, no one spoke out about the injustice we suffered."
"Haven't you heard that Slytherins are born bad guys?"
"If we want to restore the honor of Slytherin and the glory of pure-blood wizards, we must not fight each other or kill each other, but unite and fight for the rights we deserve!"
Fry and the students around him exchanged glances and words. Malfoy had forgotten what he wanted to say. His mind was shaken by what the other party said, and he couldn't help asking:
"What to do?"
The others exchanged glances, and some smiled and nodded.
"Come with me, Draco."
Foley put his arm around Malfoy's shoulder and said as they walked: "In order to deal with the cruel current situation, we like-minded people have formed a club. I thought maybe you would like to join..."
The two talked in low voices, then walked away surrounded by Slytherin students.
The corridor suddenly became empty.
Then, a figure gradually emerged, as if a magic eraser was rubbing against the wall, revealing him.
Vader frowned slightly as he watched the Slytherins disappear around the corner.
"All right……"
he said to himself.
"You have only read a novel. It is impossible for you to understand all the situations in the world."
The good news is that since Malfoy was taken to join some club, he probably won't be back in the dormitory for a while, which is a good time for him to meet Dobby.
Wade thought about this and walked along the corridor for a while, then suddenly asked, "McGee?"
Suddenly, a short figure appeared behind the pillar beside him. McGee leaned over to look at him and said softly, "I'm here, Wade Grey."
"Can you please help me listen to what they said?" Wade said, "This is not an order... If it makes you feel embarrassed, forget it."
McGee asked quietly, "Is Vid Grey worried that they might do something bad?"
Vader said: "How did Voldemort recruit the first Death Eaters?"
The mention of that name made McGee shudder, and then he bowed.
"McGee gets it, Weed Grey."
(End of this chapter)