The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Harry's Christmas

Chapter 124 Harry's Christmas

Tomorrow is the first day back to school. The Christmas holiday ended so quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and Harry feels like he's going back to Hogwarts again.

But this is fine too—he turned over slightly and glanced at Ron, who was already asleep on the bed next to him.

Christmas at the Weasleys' house was a lot of fun. It was probably the most fulfilling Christmas Harry had ever had. He and Ron chased away the goblin Red Hat and then visited the ghouls living in the attic.

He also went to Muggle town with George and Fred and did a lot of things—things that Harry found incredibly fun even when he was lying in bed thinking about them.

This made all the unpleasantness he had felt over the past few months disappear. Although it sounds strange, Harry had been running into trouble ever since the start of his second year.

First, he couldn't get into the train station when school started—then he was attacked by a wandering ball on the Quidditch pitch, and during the Halloween Ball he was caught by Snape and missed the dinner. The next day, during Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he was tortured by that Snape from his memories. Harry actually quite liked looking at his old classes with the headband on—like Dumbledore's class.

But Harry hadn't watched a single Snape lesson, which was incredibly frustrating—he was worried he'd broken the headband like Ron.

Professor Hamilton was quick to fix it, but it was obviously inappropriate to cause trouble for the professor like this. Hmm—thinking about what had happened before, Harry felt his little bit of happiness starting to disappear again—this year, unlike last year, there was Quirrell causing trouble behind the scenes.

But the chaos Lockhart created wouldn't be much better. Harry thought about it and started to feel sleepy. He decided to go to sleep—he needed to get up early tomorrow—

"Clatter".

Suddenly, Harry heard a noise, and he instinctively thought it was the ghoul in the attic banging on the pipes.

But then the sound so close to his ear made him realize that something seemed to be getting closer!

He quickly opened his eyes, hurriedly grabbed his glasses and put them on. In the darkness, he vaguely saw a figure.

"Dobby?"

Harry recognized who it was—the house-elf who had intercepted Ron and Hermione's letter!

"What are you doing?" Harry said in a low voice, not wanting to wake the sleeping Weasleys.

"Oh—Harry, Dobby is very happy to meet you." Dobby bowed slightly and then wiped his hands with his dirty clothes.

"I'm not so happy to see you," Harry said, frowning. "Get out of here—Ron's still sleeping!"

"Oh! Harry—please don't rush, please don't rush!" Dobby quickly shook his head and then jumped onto the bed.

"Hey!" Harry slapped his dirty feet. "This isn't my bed."

"Harry, Harry, listen to Dobby!" Dobby said as if he hadn't heard Harry at all, "Harry absolutely must not go back to school!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Why?" Harry asked, frowning. "Are you still saying it's dangerous—"

"Wait!" He suddenly realized something and grabbed Dobby's arm. "Did you do this to prevent Ron and me from going to school?"

"And it was you who manipulated the ball to attack me, wasn't it?!"

"I'm sorry, Harry—Dobby had no choice." Dobby didn't break free after Harry grabbed his arm; he knelt on the bed, crying, "Dobby did it to save Harry Potter!"

"Shh!" Harry had to gesture for him to keep his voice down again.

Fortunately, Ron seemed to be sleeping soundly; he just rolled over while snoring.

Seeing that Ron was still unconscious, Harry continued, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"what!"

"Dobby is bad Dobby! Dobby hurt Harry Potter!" Dobby said, and started banging on the walls of the room, making a "bang bang bang bang" sound.

Harry quickly pulled him away, saying, "Don't do that, Dobby!"

"Don't do that!"

"Didn't you have something to say?" Harry said quickly. "Just tell me what it is!"

"Ah—right!" Dobby stopped banging on the wall as if he had realized what was happening, and turned to look at Harry C with teary eyes.

"Harry Potter must never go to school; it's extremely dangerous there!"

"Someone wants to harm Harry Potter!"

"You've already said that," Harry tried his best to make his voice sound gentle. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes—yes!" She nodded repeatedly. "And I want more, Sister Hamilton!"

"She's dangerous!"

"What?!" Harry felt his voice change. Professor Hamilton was dangerous? He shook his head and said, "You mean a professor who doesn't even speak is dangerous?"

"She probably doesn't even remember my name."

"No, no, no!" Dobby reached out and covered Harry's mouth; the stench almost made Harry vomit.

"Hamilton is carrying something very dangerous!" Dobby said, his body trembling. "No—Dobby can't betray his master!"

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Seeing that he was about to run into the wall again, Harry quickly grabbed his shoulders with both hands: "I know—I'll be careful—"

I'll be careful—"

"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly came from outside the door. "Aren't you asleep yet?"

"Stop chatting with Ronnie—you guys need to get up early tomorrow!"

"I understand, Mrs. Weasley!" Harry replied, giving Dobby a glare.

"Anyway, Harry Potter is a must! A must!" Dobby said, taking a few steps back. "Hamilton is in danger!"

"She'll kill you!"

What does this mean? What is Professor Hamilton carrying? Harry wanted to ask more, but Ron was turning over and seemed to be waking up.

Dobby gave Harry a serious look, then snapped his fingers and disappeared.

"Huh—Harry?" Ron mumbled sleepily, looking at Harry sitting on the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Ah—I'm here—I'm fine." Harry pursed his lips and pulled the blanket up.

"Why does it smell so bad?" Ron muttered as he rolled over and turned his head to the other side.

"Maybe it's the smell of ghouls—" Harry explained quietly.

"I see—huff—huff—"

Hearing Ron snoring softly again, Harry raised an eyebrow and slowly took off his glasses.

What nonsense is Dobby spouting—Professor Hamilton looks so professional and powerful—if she really wanted to kill me, wouldn't she have done it already?

On the contrary, it was Dobby—who had almost killed him several times—

Harry Potter gently shook his head, no longer wanting to think about these strange things.

I wonder if my memories of Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be different after the start of the semester?