The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 545 Countermeasures
After making sure that he could not catch up with Malfoy this time, Ryan made a prompt decision to go back. He stopped Hermione's plan of searching floor by floor which might alert the enemy, and instead returned to the Gryffindor common room with her.

"We can ask the portrait, and so can Malfoy. If he finds out someone is following him, we'll be in big trouble." Ryan explained on the way back to the common room. He was a little worried that if he alerted the enemy, Malfoy might change his plan, and then all his previous preparations would be ineffective.

"Yes, Malfoy is that kind of conspirator." After listening to Ryan's brief introduction of the tracking situation just now, Ron, who was leaning on the sofa, slapped his thigh and said excitedly. Lavender, who was sitting on the sofa far away to give them space to talk, was startled by Ron's big move. She raised her head and looked over. Ron quickly waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then lowered his head and whispered to Ryan and the others: "Now that he is doing this, it just shows that he has something wrong in his heart. We really should find out what he wants to do."

However, after discussing for more than ten minutes, they found that unless they could keep an eye on him for a long time, it would be impossible to accurately obtain evidence of Malfoy's conspiracy. However, it was too difficult to monitor Malfoy continuously, at least as Gryffindor students, it was difficult for them to do this.

Just as a few people were racking their brains for a more feasible approach, the door to the common room opened and the Gryffindor students walked in dejectedly, as if they had lost a battle.

Of course, defeated is not an adjective here. Neville told Ryan that Gryffindor lost badly in this match. "Did you not go to the stadium to watch the game because you picked up Ron from the hospital? I would say you were right not to watch it. Our team was a mess this time, and the game was a mess."

"How many points did we lose?" Ryan asked.

"The final score was 320 to 60. The main reason was that McLaggen hit a Bludger at Harry with his stick. Harry didn't notice it and was hit directly on the head." Neville briefly explained why they lost so badly today.

"Well, I'm not very interested in Quidditch games. But if I remember correctly, McLaggen was the goalkeeper? How could he have a stick and hurt Harry?" Hermione's tone revealed disbelief.

"You hit the nail on the head. This is the root cause of our failure today." Neville, who usually has a good temper, suddenly looked very annoyed at this moment. "During the previous training, McLaggen liked to criticize other players and put forward detailed training plans. It was as if he was the captain. But we never expected that he would be like that during the game. First, he accused Ginny of losing the Quaffle, then quarreled with Harry, and finally took the bat from Perks to show him how to hit the flying Cadwallader. But his level was obviously not as good as he thought, and after hitting the Bludger, he knocked Harry down in one fell swoop, and then we were defeated."

"I'd definitely throw a few curses at him if I were him," said Ron loudly.

"Don't worry, someone has already taken care of him for you." Neville shrugged. "When I came back, I heard from Ginny that the male members of the Quidditch team left McLaggen in the locker room, saying they wanted to have a good talk with him."

"So how's Harry?" Ryan asked. "Being hit in the head by a Bludger must have hurt."

"Broken skull." As soon as the word came out of Neville's mouth, Hermione beside him took a sharp breath.

"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey is here, she reconnected Harry's skull in an instant." Seeing Hermione's horrified expression, Neville quickly explained. Only then did Hermione remember that this was the wizarding world, and a fractured skull was not that dangerous.

In the afternoon, Ryan and Ron went to visit Harry. Harry had woken up but was still lying in bed. There was a large circle of hard bandages wrapped around his head, like an Arab's turban. There were two cups of freshly finished tea on the bedside.

"Ginny brought me lunch just now, and then she sat there until seven or eight minutes before you came in," Harry explained after noticing Ryan looking at the pair of teacups that had not been put away.

Maybe because Ginny had told him about the terrible situation in the game, Harry seemed to be very stable now. But when Ron told him that he was discharged from the hospital and saw Malfoy trying to do something sneaky in the castle while no one was there, he suddenly became agitated.

"I thought he was going somewhere to plot something." Harry looked at Madam Pomfrey's office and whispered, "When I used the Marauder's Map to monitor him, I found that he disappeared from the map. Thinking about what he said at the beginning of the term, he must be hiding somewhere to do something shameful."

"The problem now is that we can't keep an eye on him." Ryan spread his hands. "Hermione and I lost them this morning, so I guess they must have invisibility cloaks, and maybe more than one." "This is really troublesome." Harry said to himself. "Everyone we know has a full schedule and it's impossible to monitor Malfoy in real time. Not to mention that as a Slytherin student, as long as he walks towards the Slytherin dormitory in the basement, we can't keep up with them."

"I really wish I were the Minister of Magic, so I could have a bunch of Aurors watching Malfoy 24 hours a day. Otherwise, I could be the headmaster of Hogwarts, because I would be in charge of everything in the school. I could have armor, portraits, and even house elves keep an eye on that guy all the time."

"Wait, say that again." Harry seemed to have gotten some inspiration from Ron.

"I said I wished I was Minister of Magic—" Ron began, but Harry interrupted him, "What was the last thing you said?"

"If I were the headmaster, I would order the armor, portraits, and house-elves to keep an eye on that guy." Ron looked at Harry after he finished speaking, wondering what he was thinking.

"That's it." Harry nodded. "Although I'm not the headmaster, I have a house-elf friend who can help me."

"You mean Dobby?" Ron reacted immediately.

"Yes, I think he is the only one among my friends who has time to monitor Malfoy around the clock, and can also freely enter Slytherin House." After saying that, Harry called out softly, "Dobby?"

With a snap, a house elf wearing a shrunken maroon pullover, a woolen hat, and socks of different colors appeared in front of everyone. "Oh, Harry Potter, Dobby just heard your call and rushed over as soon as possible."

"Um, Dobby, have you been busy with work recently?" Harry asked a little embarrassedly, because after calling Dobby, he remembered that the elves were usually busy all the time, and he was a little worried that Dobby would disturb his own work by helping him.

"Compared to my previous master's house, the work at Hogwarts is really easy." Dobby shook his head happily, his two big ears even slapping his face. "So if the great Harry Potter needs Dobby's help, Dobby will be happy to serve him. It is Dobby's honor to serve Harry Potter."

"Well, if that's the case, then... I want you to follow Draco Malfoy." Harry thought for a moment and said. He ignored Ryan and Ron's surprised looks, "I want to know where he goes, who he meets, and what he does. I want you to keep an eye on him all day."

"Yes, Harry Potter!" Dobby said immediately, his big round eyes shining with excitement. "If Dobby does something wrong, Dobby will jump from the top floor, Harry Potter!"

"That's not necessary." Harry said hurriedly. "By the way, I want you to report to me every three days, but only when no one is around me. It doesn't matter if Ryan, Ron, Ginny, or Hermione are around. Don't tell anyone else what you are doing. Just stick to Malfoy like a plaster."

"Please wait a moment." Seeing Dobby accepting the task and preparing to leave, Ryan stopped him, then took out a small wallet from the space bag and took out a black hexagonal metal piece that looked like a coin, with a golden eye pattern inlaid on it. "There are thirty such metal pieces in this bag. You just need to input a little magic power and it will work for a whole day. When you use it, just point your eyes at the place you want to shoot and press the metal piece. This way you don't have to wait there stupidly when Malfoy stops somewhere."

"Thank you very much." Dobby took the small leather bag and bowed. "Dobby can now better complete the great Harry Potter's mission."

(End of this chapter)