Chapter 227: Dobby (Edited)

Harry's screams had confused Fish, who hadn't even realized the situation Harry was in.

The little cat was still wondering....

I knocked down the strange house elf, why did Harry scream like that?

"My arm! My arm! Fish! Get off! My arm is breaking!"

After drinking the Skele-Gro potion, Harry's entire right arm has been in constant pain from bone growth, and now that Fish and Dobby are pressing on his arm, the pain increased, causing him tears, snot, and saliva.

With Harry's reminder, Fish finally realized his mistake, quickly jumped away from Dobby and slapped Harry with the [Rejuvenation] spell.

The green glow remained on Harry's right arm and he felt the pain in his right arm subside, but at the same time the potion was still acting, so it was only a short time before the pain of from bone growth returned.

Harry's arm was then in a cycle of less pain, more pain, less pain....

To be honest, it was worse than the constant pain Harry had just been in, at least the pain had lasted long enough for Harry to get used to it, but the constant repetition was more torturous for Harry.

But before Harry could ask Fish to withdraw his kindness, hurried footsteps were heard at the door.

Madame Pomfrey, who had awakened, and Dumbledore, who had followed Fish, heard Harry's cries, and it was impossible for them to remain indifferent.

"What happened?!"

Dumbledore, who had been waiting outside the infirmary, had heard Harry's screams and thought that the Heir of the House had come to attack Harry and Fish.

Madam Pomfrey followed, her hair tousled, dressed in an old-fashioned nightgown and entering barefoot.

"Grandfather Albus, Grandmother Poppy, good night nya."

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Fish changed back into a feline persona and greeted the two as they entered, sitting on Harry's bed.

"Fish?"

Madam Pomfrey walked past Dumbledore and went first to the head of the bed to check on Harry's condition.

One look at Harry, who was grimacing, his arm still green, and Madam Pomfrey already understood his condition and had seen Fish's [Rejuvenation] spell before.

"Stop casting [Rejuvenation], you're making Harry feel even more pain" Madam Pomfrey said.

"Nya?" ?ω?

Fish blinked and replied confidently, "Fish doesn't know how to stop the spell nya."

"This..."

Madam Pomfrey twisted the corners of her mouth, looked at Harry sideways and comforted him, dumbfounded, "Then hang in there a little longer, with Fish's magic, your bones will grow much faster."

Harry could only nod with a bitter smile.

When Madam Pomfrey was finished with Harry, Dumbledore came over and asked once more, "Did something happen here?"

"Yes nya!"

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Reacting, Fish looked around, only to find that the strange house elf had already slipped away.

"The bad guy got away!"

Fish hit the bed and said with a grimace, "Fish just caught a house elf, the one that hurt Harry, and now he's gone somewhere, he's probably petrified Norris too!"

"A house elf?" asked Dumbledore, with a serious look, "Is he a school elf?".

"No nya, Fish has never seen him before..." Fish cocked his head, suddenly remembering something and looked at Harry, "Harry did a house elf ever block your mail nya?"

"Yes," nodded Harry, "that's him."

"What's going on?" asked Dumbledore suspiciously, he knew nothing about Dobby.

So Harry had no choice but to narrate what happened to him during the summer vacations, as well as the conversation with Dobby just now.

"So you're saying that the elf was trying to stop you from coming to Hogwarts? He was the one who kept you and Ron out of the train station at the beginning of term?" confirmed Dumbledore with a serious look on his face as he listened.

"That's what he said," Harry replied with a sour look. "He kept saying that he would be in danger when he got back to Hogwarts, but the moment I asked him about it, he started torturing himself."

As for the danger Dobby was talking about, Harry had speculated that it was related to the Chamber of Secrets, except that, according to Chamber of Secrets lore, he shouldn't be in any danger as a half-blood wizard....

It was a pity that before Harry began to ask, Dobby was shooed away by Fish.

"It's like this... I see."

At that moment, Dumbledore also thought about the writing on the wall on the second floor and the Chamber of Secrets, and with the knowledge that Voldemort was the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, he was more certain than Harry that the danger Dobby mentioned referred to Chamber of Secrets.

Dumbledore had thought the text was just someone using the Chamber of Secrets name to cause trouble, but now it seemed he might have been a bit simplistic.

Although it is not yet known if the Chamber of Secrets has actually been reopened, it is probably related to Death Eaters, perhaps Quirrell, who escaped at first, went back into hiding under Voldemort's orders...

Dumbledore did not yet know that Quirrell had been abandoned by Voldemort and had died in the fire.

As for the house elf named Dobby....

Dumbledore could not understand what was going on.

If Dobby was a house elf of a Death Eater, how could he have warned Harry without his master knowing? But what he was saying, he would fit into the Chamber of Secrets, but what he was doing, he was doing for Harry's benefit...and it seemed a bit forced.

This contradictory situation made Dumbledore feel confused as well.

The thing was, even Dumbledore had never seen a house elf betray his master, so he couldn't be sure if what Dobby said was true or not.

But Dumbledore was in no hurry to find out right away, there was plenty of time to investigate later.

So with a smile back on his face, he reassured Harry, "I'll take care of Dobby's business, but for now, you should rest and get your arm back."

He then gestured to Fish, "We'll let Harry rest and it's time for you to go back to bed."

"Okay nya."

Fish jumped out of bed and greeted Harry, "We're leaving, goodnight nya."

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward to arrange Harry's quilt and said, "If you need anything, just holler, I'm right next door."

When everyone left, the room was quiet again, Harry stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Besides worrying about Dobby, the recurring pain in his arm was keeping him from sleeping, so he lay in bed, thinking.

He didn't know how long it had been since he felt the pain in his arm subside, and he didn't know if it was getting better or if he was getting used to the recurring pain, but he had finally fallen asleep.