Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day of the Quidditch match.

"Do you have confidence?" Flint was holding a broom to cheer the Slytherin team members.

"Yes."

"I can't hear you! You want to win the championship with such a low voice?"

"Yes!"

"Very good! Very energetic!"

On the other side, Thorne was on the Gryffindor stand. After all, as a member of Slytherin, although he was not a member of the team, he was also coerced by Flint with the righteousness of the Slytherin College trophy, although in fact, Draco was annoying him.

Let him take advantage of his relationship with Hermione to take a stroll in Gryffindor, and by the way! Listen to their battle plan.

"So... aren't you here to eavesdrop? Is it really okay to tell me like this?" In the Gryffindor stand, Hermione propped up her chin and looked at Thorne who was sitting next to her and complained.

"You don't understand, what do you think is the biggest characteristic of me?" Thorne shook his head and said.

"...........handsome, high magic talent, good character, kind." Hermione replied.

"None of these, my biggest characteristic is honesty. Although sometimes I am not very serious and what I say can't be trusted, I never beat around the bush. One is one, two is two. I am a Quidditch spy in an open and aboveboard way, so for my honesty, tell me, Harry must have told you."

As soon as Thorne finished speaking, all the Gryffindor wizards in the stands focused their attention on Thorne.

"Did he poison Granger? Or has Granger been drugged by him? How can such a bullshit reason be useful? He might as well pay with his body directly." One of the senior Gryffindor witches whispered to her friends around her.

"Will it work?" her friend asked curiously.

"Granger doesn't know, if it's me, it will definitely work............."

Thorne's eyes began to shift...........

"But I don't know."

Thorne's eyes returned to Hermione's face.

"You said it so openly...why don't you go back? Just say I pestered you and wouldn't let you go back, and when you go out the game has already started?" Hermione rolled her eyes and gave Thorne a bad idea.

".............Good idea, I'll hide here for a while." Thorne was silent for a moment and agreed decisively.

After a while, the Slytherin team waited until the game started but didn't get any information from Thorne, so they had to bite the bullet and walk onto the field to start the game.

"It's started, I'm going back, see you another day." Thorne watched the game start and had no interest in staying here any longer, so he stood up and planned to leave.

"Hey!" Hermione quickly grabbed his sleeve.

"So..........what are you doing?"

"There's still halftime, you can't explain when you go back, wait until the game is over, just say...just say I didn't let you go back." Hermione said, holding Thorne's sleeve tightly.

"Your excuse........."

"Is it okay?"

"Forget it, it's okay to stay there." Thorne shrugged and sat down.

Just as he was thinking whether it would be impolite to take out the book in his pocket to read, Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Ahem........This, although I really don't want to disturb you, but......there is an intruder in the school, find him out."

Thorne looked at Dumbledore sitting on the teacher's stand, who smiled politely at him.................

"This kind of magic belongs to house elves, I believe you can tell it apart."

"I can...I can tell nothing!" Thorne complained and stood up.

"What are you going to do now?" Hermione asked.

"Dumbledore has caused me trouble." Thorne said and walked down the stand, spreading the magic power in his body and his mental power without any cost, and finally found a kind of magic that was completely different from that of wizards in a clock tower of Hogwarts.

He looked up at the wizards in the Quidditch stands. Both professors and young wizards were staring at the Quidditch game flying in the sky. Thorne simply turned into a piece of silk and flew towards the clock tower.

Dobby, the house elf of the Malfoy family, accidentally heard his master's plan when he was on vacation in the first grade.

Throwing the Dark Lord's notebook into Hogwarts can not only cause some trouble for Dumbledore, but also clean upThis extremely sensitive dark magic prop can kill two birds with one stone.

The brain of the house elf, which is not much bigger than a walnut, began to work. Dark magic prop = danger.

Danger plus Hogwarts = Hogwarts is dangerous

The great hero he admired, Harry, was in Hogwarts.

Harry plus Hogwarts danger = Harry is in danger.

In order to prevent Harry from encountering danger, he decided to do something.

First of all, to prevent Harry from coming to Hogwarts, he originally planned to cast a spell to block the wall of Platform Nine and Three Quarters directly, but it was a pity that old Malfoy did not go to the station to send Draco off that day, and the house elves were still needed at home, so he failed.

And now, it is the second chance. He only needs to cast a spell to control the Bludger in the sky and knock Harry into the hospital wing, and he can directly kidnap him to a safe place in the hospital wing.

The plan works!

Just as Dobby stretched out his hand to cast a spell to control the wandering ball in the sky, the house elf's keen perception of magic power discovered that something was wrong.

Somehow, the magic power in the nearby space seemed to suddenly boil.

And a more terrifying and violent source of magic power seemed to be flying towards him from a distance.

"Forget it, how could such a powerful wizard care about a house elf like Dobby?" Dobby murmured while continuing to cast a spell.

Buzz!

A roar sounded, as if it was a vibration of magic power, and Thorne suddenly appeared in front of Dobby, and the wizard's hand composed of magic power instantly strangled Dobby's neck.

"How could it be... is..."

Thorne looked at Dobby who was still trying to struggle and shrugged helplessly. The wizard's hand in the void instantly turned purple, and a trace of thestral toxin was squeezed into Dobby's body along with the magic power.

Plop.

Thorne nodded as he looked at the unconscious house elf lying on the ground, then squatted down to take a look and murmured.

"See you later, elf."

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