After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

On the way back to the Slytherin common room from the Quidditch pitch, Draco became more and more angry as he thought about it belatedly.

"This was my first time participating in a match as Slytherin's Seeker, and I was almost ruined by a crazy Bludger!"

"Your reaction time is quite long." Yang Mei complained about him.

Draco regained some of his rationality: "No, you can't blame the Bludger entirely. The ball wasn't meant for me. It was clearly that Potter who was circling around me on purpose. As for me, he got me involved and I was also affected by the crazy ball!"

"What can we do? The Bludger is a dead object, you can still tear it into pieces. Potter is a living person, and he is interfering with your actions within the scope allowed by the rules of the game. Can you still cause trouble for him afterwards? That's a bit uncultured!" Yang Mei was afraid that Draco would get hot-headed and cause trouble for Harry.

"I know," Draco scratched his messy hair, "Phil, don't worry, I won't cause trouble for him."

As he was talking, Harry ran over from the side.

"Well, I'm sorry, Malfoy. Although what I did just now did not violate the rules of the game, it was indeed not very authentic, so I wanted to come and apologize to you."

Draco looked at the savior in front of him who was apologizing to him embarrassedly with a strange expression, and thought that this guy was quite a human being now.

"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to bother with you about such a small matter. Instead, you should think carefully about whether you have offended anyone. I don't believe that the Bludger has gone crazy for no reason." Draco waved his hand.

"Are you saying that someone deliberately cast a spell on the Bludger to harm me?!" Harry was shocked.

"It's just a guess. It's up to you whether you believe it or not." Yang Mei said, "It's just that the Bludger, this isn't the first time you've come into contact with it. You usually use this set of balls when you practice. Why did it go wrong during the official competition today?"

"Then when I couldn't get through the wall of the station on the first day of school, was it because someone wanted to harm me?" Harry suddenly remembered what happened a few months ago.

Yang Mei blinked: "You mean, on the first day of school, you didn't get on the train because you didn't pass through the wall of the station?"

"Yeah, what else could it be?" Harry asked stupidly.

"We were delayed on the way, so we missed the departure time. Anyway, no one thought that there was something wrong with the wall." Yang Mei shrugged, "So have you told Headmaster Dumbledore about this?"

"Yes." Harry's specialty is to answer every question.

"So did he investigate the matter for you and give you feedback on the results?" Yang Mei asked casually.

"No……"

Yang Mei and Draco: "..." Why call him Albus Dumbledore? It would be better if he was just called Unreliable Dumbledore.

"Draco, Phoenix, what are you two doing there?" Zabini, who was walking in front, turned back and urged, "The celebration party in the lounge is ready."

Yang Mei and Draco left, leaving Harry standing there alone, thinking.

"Brother, what are you thinking about here?" Ron ran over breathlessly.

"I think I should go to the library." Harry said seriously.

Ron rolled his eyes and slapped Harry on the back of the head: "Wrong, you should go to the hospital wing now! Don't you notice that your arm is bleeding?!"

Before he said it, Harry hadn't realized that he was injured, and he didn't feel any pain. But now that he pointed it out, Harry looked down at his arm and felt the burning pain. This should be the scratch from the crazy Bludger in the sky just now.

……

In the Slytherin common room, the celebration party lasted until very late, but everyone was in good spirits.

The others were excited because they won the game, but Yang Mei was just excited because the effect of the stimulating potion had not yet worn off.

After the show, everyone returned to their dormitories.

Draco pulled a letter from his sleeve.

"Uncle Lucius gave it to you, right?" Yang Mei had seen this before. The father and son were acting mysteriously like underground party members.

Draco nodded. "My dad said that since he was here, he gave it to me directly. Otherwise, he would have to ask the golden eagle at home to deliver it. Maybe there was something that was inconvenient to say outside, otherwise he could just tell me verbally."

"With Dumbledore always around, it's right to be cautious."

Draco opened the envelope, read it quickly, and then handed it to Yang Mei.

"Is it a serious matter?"

"You'll know when you see it." Draco suppressed his anger and pinched his brows.

"..." Yang Mei was speechless for a long time after reading it. "I remember that the house-elf named Dobby was imprisoned in your dungeon. How could he escape and even run to King's Cross Station to seal the wall?"

"Who am I asking you to ask me?"

"Uncle Lucius must have let down his guard. He probably thought that a house-elf would realize his mistakes after being locked up in the dungeon, but he forgot that Dobby can't be viewed with common sense." Yang Mei handed the letter in her hand back to Draco. "If you say he is a fool, he knew how to escape from the dungeon and seal the wall to prevent Harry Potter from going to Hogwarts. But if you say he is smart, he can keep everything he did to himself, for fear that others don't know."

"Oh, this idiot even told my dad that he banged his head against the wall a thousand times to punish himself!" Draco sneered and took out the parchment and prepared to write a letter: "I have to write a letter to my dad. What's the point of keeping such an elf? It's better to send him to see Merlin as soon as possible."

……

Just as Slytherin was celebrating in the common room after winning the Quidditch game, another attack occurred in the castle.

Colin Creevey, a first-year wizard in Gryffindor and Harry's fanatical fan, was petrified. He maintained the pose for taking pictures at the moment of being petrified, but Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall checked his camera and found that the film inside exploded the moment the camera casing was opened, and turned into slag in an instant.

Hogwarts is no longer safe and everyone is in danger.

This was already a consensus among all faculty and staff, but Dumbledore strictly forbade the students to be told this news.

Because once the little wizards are enveloped in a terrifying atmosphere, they are likely to do some irrational things out of fear.

However, we cannot just do nothing... After comprehensive consideration, the duel club proposed by Lockhart was officially established.

Of course Dumbledore knew that Lockhart was a fool, but wouldn't Snape also be involved as an assistant? He would always let the young wizards learn something... right?

The principal knows nothing, the principal is not sure of anything, and the principal just wants to stay in the principal's office like an old bee.

When the young wizards in Slytherin heard that their head of the house was going to be an assistant to that idiot Lockhart, they were immediately furious.

Ahhhh, what right did that idiot have? ! Just because of his greasy face? !

In response, Snape was very calm: "It's just a title. If your heads weren't filled with sphinxes, you should know that he can't boss me around."