aircannonsinc Chapter 44 Seeing the Struggle, Recalling the Leopard Head
Chapter 44 Seeing the Struggle, Recalling the Leopard Head
Now, Harry saw that the "Eight Hundred Miles" armored horse barely grazed the corner of this fellow's clothes and flesh, so he switched to the "Five Thousand Miles" horse, determined to capture and kill him.
Dobby, puzzled by Harry's actions, pleaded, "Sir, please, just say yes to Dobby."
Before he could finish speaking, Harry had already thrown down his luggage and urged the "Five Thousand Miles" armored horse to come running.
Before the person arrived, the sound preceded them. Dobby was startled by the sound of the dagger being drawn and hurriedly raised his hand to snap his fingers.
Know that this "five thousand miles" is incredibly fast, like lightning. Before Dobby's two fingers could even touch it, Harry had already kicked it.
This kick, coming with momentum and carrying a strong wind, was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, churning up thousands of snowy waves; or like a thunderbolt striking from mid-air, its devastation tearing apart more than a finger's bone and flesh.
But then a strange "crack" was heard, and Dobby's left hand was kicked so hard that the flesh and bones were severed and the tendons burst open.
Although Dobby was used to self-harm, he only suffered physical pain; he had never experienced such excruciating pain.
He let out a miserable howl and tried to snap his fingers with his right hand again. But Harry was prepared. He dodged and swiftly chopped down with his palm, breaking his wrist and rendering him unable to move a single finger.
Now that Dobby's hands were completely useless, he could no longer snap his fingers or move his body even an inch, which finally allowed Scarface to vent his anger a little.
Seeing that he was unable to move, Harry hurriedly removed the "Five Thousand Miles" draped between his legs.
It should be understood that the secret of this hidden code lies entirely in the user's physical and mental capacity. Even Dean Dai dares not use this five-thousand-mile code frequently, and even Senior Brother Zhishen suffered misfortune if he did.
Harry was only twelve years old, a young and inexperienced child. After only a few breaths, he felt that his legs were not his own flesh and blood, as if they were filled with a hundred pounds of molten iron and bound with a thousand steel chains, and he could not move even half a step.
Having retrieved the armor, Harry drew his sword again, pressed it against Dobby's neck, and sneered, "You strange fellow, let's see if you can use your magic again!"
Ignoring the knife cutting through his skin, Dobby cried out in agony, "Sir, you must never return to Hogwarts!"
"Mr. Harry Potter, it's very dangerous there!"
As the saying goes, even ants cling to the last breath, and snakes and rats strive for a moment of life. Now, Dobby's life hangs in the balance with Harry's. The blade of the ring knife has bitten half an inch into his flesh, yet the scoundrel doesn't beg for mercy but instead tries to dissuade him, which makes Harry look at him with some respect.
Harry yelled, "You bastard! You've interrupted my good time time and time again, talking about protecting my life, but you don't explain yourself clearly. How can I believe you!"
"No, sir, Dobby really didn't lie to you..."
"If that's the case, then tell me about this disaster."
You should know that the elves raised in this household are all obedient and devoted servants, with obedience flowing in their blood and filial piety etched into their bones. Even for a rebellious creature like Dobby, whose head is bent with treachery, the master-servant hierarchy is like a malignant tumor clinging to his bones.
He was about to speak to Harry, but his body trembled as he moved. Even with his hands broken, he would punish himself by banging his head on the ground.
"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! You wicked house-elf who betrayed your master!"
Dobby wailed in agony for a while, and Harry, having learned from Hermione that house-elves were all loyal servants, could tell from Dobby's state that he wanted to report but couldn't escape his nature.
Harry thought to himself: This ingrained servility is even more poisonous than the Killing Curse. It makes one wish for death but also unable to live.
Think of Lin Chong, the Leopard Head, how powerful he was in the past! He was the instructor of spears and cudgels for 800,000 Imperial Guards, a hero who overshadowed the extravagance of Bianliang City.
Unfortunately, he stumbled upon that lecherous scoundrel, Gao Yanei. His towering body bent like a bow, his broad back and strong waist snapped, and the once upright hero became a cowardly lackey.
On the contrary, it was the two indelible gold marks branded on the dough, coupled with the wind and frost of Cangzhou for thousands of miles, and his wife's suicide with a three-foot-long white silk ribbon, that finally awakened the leopard-headed man's vicious and bloodthirsty nature.
Although Dobby was a lowly servant, he was devoted to his master and wore only a rag. Yet, out of respect for Harry, he came to inform him of the situation. Though not as capable as the scorching leopard, he was better than the 800,000-strong Imperial Guard's spear and club instructor.
Harry recognized him as someone he knew and was inclined to let him go, saying, "You lucky bastard, I'm going to be indulging in self-cultivation today, so I'll keep your head for now."
Dobby burst into tears, "Sir, how can Dobby ever repay your kindness..."
"Oh, bad Dobby! Dobby is unworthy of your kindness, sir!"
Harry shouted, "If you're so kind, go to Hogwarts and protect me! If you dare bother me again, I'll tear you to pieces!"
Having said that, he changed his alias and secret code, packed his luggage, and went to find Hermione.
The two set off when the sun was high in the sky, then parted ways midway. Harry arrived at St. Catchpoll village at midnight.
The village of St. Catchbolt was under a Muggle-repelling spell, visible only to wizards. Harry followed the magical signs he saw, and soon he saw the true form of this wizarding village.
He searched for a humble dwelling on his own, when suddenly a car flashed its lights. Harry was blinded by the light and was about to draw his knife to argue when he heard several shouts.
"Harry! I've been waiting for you!"
"Welcome, Lion King! The loyal Weasley family is at your service."
"Please hand over your luggage to me, Your Majesty the Lion King."
The group of men, chatting and laughing, were none other than Ron, Fred, and George, the two brothers.
Harry, upon seeing them, quickly bowed and greeted them, saying, "Greetings, brothers. What brings you to wait here?"
"Hermione told us, of course."
"She was supposed to wait with us, but Ginny wanted someone to keep her company—you know, she's an only child."
The group chatted and laughed as they got into the car. Fred tapped the steering wheel a few times, and the car suddenly rose into the air.
It turns out that Arthur Weasley was a Muggle enthusiast, and since he was working for the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, he often took advantage of his position to bring Muggle creations home.
This flying car is one of them.
The group drove towards the humble dwelling, and Ron also asked Dobby about it.
When Hermione arrived earlier, she had already explained what Dobby had done and what other such things were, leaving the Weasleys completely baffled.
Harry sighed, "This fellow may be a bit filthy and despicable, but he's quite skilled with magic. To be willing to be a slave for such methods is unworthy of being a son."
As they were talking, the group arrived at the humble abode.
Fred had intended to slip away quietly, but as soon as he parked the car, Mrs. Weasley came out and yelled angrily, "What are you all doing driving off like that again?"
"Arthur is already enough of a headache for me, and you all insist on learning from him!"
Ron, fearing he'd be put in solitary confinement, hurriedly called out, "Mom, we've gone to pick Harry up."
Upon seeing Harry, Mrs. Weasley's face lit up with a smile. "Oh, Harry, I've been waiting for you!"
"I heard from Hermione that you're being bothered by a house-elf?"
Harry alighted from the carriage, bowed respectfully, and said, "Madam, I am unharmed. I apologize for the lateness of your visit."
Seeing his respectful manners and words, Mrs. Weasley was delighted. "Oh, don't be so polite, Harry. Make yourself at home here."
After saying that, she went to get the luggage with Harry.
Just by lifting it, it felt like it weighed over a hundred pounds, more than even Hermione's luggage could bear.
Mrs. Weasley quickly drew her wand and cast a levitation spell. The luggage floated for a few moments, then suddenly the buttons broke, and several heads rolled out.
Youfenjiao:
The lady kindly offered to carry the luggage, but the clasp on the box broke off.
It wasn't a cotton-padded shirt or any old stuff; instead, several heads rolled along the roadside.