Harry Potter Blood Hunter

The timing wasn't right, so Harry had been holding back.

It wasn't until the afternoon classes were over that Harry dragged Draco and ran away.

Neither Ron nor Hermione knew what was going on, so they could only quickly pack up their things and follow.

The other students were naturally confused, and only Professor Snape, the teacher of the Potions class, vaguely felt that Harry Potter had discovered something.

But he turned his head and whispered to the other students, "Don't hurry up and pack your things? Do you want to stay and wipe the crucible?"

The Gryffindor and Slytherin second years shook their heads momentarily.

Everyone was thinking about the same thing in their minds... Did Harry Potter foresee that Professor Snape would lose his temper in advance, so he ran away first.

Does he still have the lineage of a prophet?

Hiss... so terrifying!

...

Harry dragged Draco into an empty classroom in the cellar.

"Harry, what's wrong with you? Take me to this empty room, what are you going to do?" Draco asked with a hot face.

Harry looked at Draco, but didn't answer directly.

Draco frowned, and his expression immediately became serious, "What's going on? Harry, do you know anything?"

Harry shook his head, and said to Draco solemnly, "I just had a little guess, but I haven't confirmed it yet! Before I make sure...Draco, I want to confirm with you, can I trust you? ?”

"Trust me?" Draco raised his lips, "Of course! Harry, of course you can trust me! You can even regard me as the most trustworthy person."

Looking at Draco's determined eyes, Harry nodded, "If that's the case...then..."

Harry was about to speak when Ron and Hermione ran in.

Ron started to complain directly, "Harry, what are you doing so fast? I almost lost track!"

Hermione glanced at Ron. Hermione discovered that the Weasley children seemed to have a talent for tracking.

Last time Ginny,

This time Ron, it was obvious that no one was there, and they could still chase the person they were looking for.

Really great.

Harry saw Ron and Hermione, and heard the complaints again, of course he felt embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry ~ I just thought of a possibility, so I want Draco to try it out!"

Draco's brows were almost wrinkled, "What experiment do you need my help for?"

Harry said slowly, "Because I guess, that house-elf who's been causing me trouble this term... Draco, is yours!"

"What?" Draco slapped the table, "That's impossible?"

What did the house-elf do? He first cast magic in Harry's house, causing Harry to be warned by the Ministry of Magic; then he closed nine and three-quarters of the station doors, allowing Harry to come to Hogwarts in a flying car, and was almost expelled; Harry poisoned Harry, making Harry unconscious for several days, and was almost sent to St. Mungo's; then he controlled the Bludger to break Harry's arm... Until now, even Voldemort's injury to Harry Not even the house-elf.

And the reason the house elf did this was because he saw that someone was going to hurt Harry in Hogwarts, maybe even kill him, so he kept Harry away from Hogwarts.

But if that house-elf belonged to his family... Draco's face turned very bad.

He had just said that Harry could trust him.

Seeing Draco's complexion, Harry still looked at him, "I didn't realize until noon that the house elf was dressed in shabby clothes, but admired Broud..."

Harry didn't say anything more.

Everything goes without saying.

Draco was not stupid, so he understood what Harry meant.

So who are the nobles who are still on good terms with Browder, who can make the house elves in the other party's family admire him?

It can't be the Blakes, can it?

Draco turned sullenly, and turned to face Harry, "Harry, I'm going to call my house-elf over here for you to see!"

Draco sincerely wished the house-elf wasn't among his house-elves, "Dobby!"

After waiting for two seconds, a vortex moved in full view, and a house elf in shabby clothes appeared in the classroom.

"Dear little master Draco! Dobby reports to you!" The voice of the house elf was very humble.

Draco has no good temper now, "Turn around!"

Dobby didn't think much about it, "Yes master, Dobby... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As soon as Dobby turned around, he saw Harry looking directly at him, so Dobby couldn't help screaming immediately, and disappeared all of a sudden!

Seeing Dobby's performance, Draco's expression became even worse.

This kind of escape, Draco didn't need Harry to understand: he was very lucky, and the first one he called was the house-elf he was looking for.

It really belongs to my family!

Draco's lip was bitten by himself, and the smell of blood filled his mouth, nose and brain.

"Dobby!" Draco yelled angrily, "Come here!"

Because of the contract, Dobby had to appear here.

With a mournful face, he said, "Dear little master Draco, Dobby is reporting to you."

Draco yelled, "Turn me around and look at Harry! Don't…"

But before Draco finished speaking, Dobby, who turned around and saw Harry again, screamed and disappeared.

"..." Draco's anger could not be increased, "Dobby!!! Come here, don't run away!"

Finally, he was ordered not to run, and Dobby, who was summoned for the third time, had no way to escape!

But although Draco was so angry that his veins were bulging, he didn't teach Dobby a lesson, and let Harry question Dobby!

Dobby was trembling in front of Harry, even more frightened!

Ron and Hermione, who had seen the whole process, looked at each other... Unexpectedly, the house-elf of Draco's house they saw last year was the one that tormented Harry for several months.

But...why do you suddenly feel a little funny?

"I finally know your name! Dobby!" Harry squatted down to the same height as Dobby, "You can't run this time, can you?"

Hermione also raised her eyebrows when she saw Harry's behavior... Sure enough, Harry was deeply influenced by Broder, and now even his movements resembled each other.

When he wants to communicate with someone who is weaker than him, Browder will squat down and let himself be at the same level as the other party.

Now Dobby can't escape, and can't attack, so of course he is weak!

So Harry squatted down to communicate with him as if he was used to it.

Even Dobby himself felt this way... like the last time he was touched on the head by the respected Brod Lestrange at home!

A feeling of being treated equally!