Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It was Dobby, the Malfoy house-elf, who had been trying to get Harry into trouble at Hogwarts before the term started.

Including smashing Uncle Harry's guests with cake pudding, and sealing the pillar leading to Hogwarts train station with magic.

Now, Dobby was at Quidditch again - he wanted to knock Harry off.

Here, only Maca vaguely remembered that Dobby the house-elf was just out of good intentions and didn't want Harry to be in danger. If there were no accidents, Harry's arm would be broken next, but he didn't want to interfere in this matter at all.

But he couldn't have expected that not only was Ron, who glanced at him from time to time, the way he was holding up his wand to zoom in, but even Hermione had noticed it.

And at this moment, it was the moment when the bludgering Bludger hit Harry and knocked him from the sky to the ground.

The game was over, Harry caught the Snitch at the last second, but right now everyone was focusing on his landing injury.

The Quidditch pitch soon filled with people.

Don't worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm, Lockhart said loudly to the anxious Gryffindors who had gathered around him.

No! said Harry, just let it be, thank you...

He tried to sit up, but his arm hurt so badly. He heard a familiar clicking sound next to him.

I don't want to take pictures like this, Colin, he said aloud.

Lie down, Harry, Lockhart reassured him. It's a simple charm. I've used it countless times.

Why can't I go straight to the hospital? Harry said through clenched teeth.

He looked around, but couldn't find Ron, and even Hermione wasn't there. In fact, they didn't run far, they just stood outside the crowd!

Ron watched Maca's leaving back from a distance, with a very tangled expression on his face.

He has always had a low self-esteem, and he has always had complicated feelings towards his friend Maca.

To be honest, he was actually a little jealous of this good friend. But as time passed, the gap got bigger and bigger, so that he didn't even have time to think about whether he should be jealous of Maca.

At the beginning of school, when he learned of Maca's achievements in potions, deep down in his heart, he was only happy for his best friend.

Although he himself didn't notice this series of psychological changes, it was undoubtedly a qualitative change in friendship.

So even though he had seen Maca's back before, he didn't think his good friend would do that. That kind of bad thing can only be done by that bastard Malfoy.

But just now, when he saw Maca holding his wand, when he saw Harry drop his broomstick, he smelled a sense of betrayal.

Maca's behavior this semester is undoubtedly abnormal, and this abnormal atmosphere has spread among his acquaintances.

Not far behind Ron, Hermione was also quietly watching Maca's figure.

But unlike Ron's thoughts, Hermione, who had a deeper understanding of magic, was more worried.

Is Maca... controlled by black magic?

To be honest, it wasn't the first time she thought so.

When Maca behaved abnormally, she immediately thought of the Philosopher's Stone incident last semester—she was the only one who saw Maca's last expression.

Although she was still confused at the time, considering the situation of this semester, she believed that the possibility of Maca being controlled by black magic was really high.

It has to be said that Hermione's guess is very close to the truth. But no matter how close it was, it was still a wrong guess.

...

Harry's hand was broken, and then Lockhart put a spell on it, which made it even worse-the whole forearm bone was gone!

protruding from his sleeve,

It looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers, but there was no response.

Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital was visibly upset.

The bones that could have been reattached in a few seconds now have to be regenerated with the bone-generating spirit. The taste of long bones is not pleasant.

...At least you caught the Snitch. Ron said in a muffled voice, but at least he was comforting Harry.

Hermione, who was also standing by the hospital bed, nodded, but she obviously didn't seem to be in a good mood.

After we've had Polyjuice Potion, we can ask Malfoy why he did that, Harry said, throwing his head down on his head, I hope Polyjuice Potion tastes better than this stuff... ...

...No need to ask. Are you really going to ask?

Ron and Hermione thought in their hearts almost at the same time, but the meaning contained in it was very different.

But the same thing is that neither of them has the intention to speak out what is in their hearts for the time being.

At this moment, the door of the ward opened suddenly, and the Gryffindor team members came to see Harry. They were all covered in mud and looked like drowned chickens.

Harry, you fly so well, said George. I just saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy. He couldn't see the Snitch right over his head. Malfoy looked Not too happy.

The team brought cakes, candies and bottles of pumpkin juice.

They gathered around Harry's bed, about to have a very happy party, when Madam Pomfrey rushed in roaring, The boy needs to rest, he has thirty-three bones to grow! Get out! Get out!

So, Harry was left alone in the ward, with nothing to distract him. I only felt the limp arm hurt like a knife.

After a long time, he fell asleep in a daze.

But in the middle of the night, Harry was awakened by the house elf Dobby—the little guy was wiping Harry's forehead with a sponge.

When Harry found out that Dobby had sealed the partition, he felt a surge of anger. But when Dobby shook his head, showing that he was used to this kind of threat, Harry's anger subsided involuntarily with that pitiful look.

Dobby blew his nose on the corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing, but smiled faintly.

Why are you wearing that, Dobby? Harry asked curiously.

This, sir? said Dobby, tugging at the pillowcase. It's a symbol of house-elf slavery.

Sir, Dobby will only be free if his master gives him clothes to wear. The family is careful not to give Dobby even a pair of socks. For then, sir, Dobby will be free, leave their home forever.

Dobby wiped his big bulging eyes, and said suddenly, Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would surely make—

Your Bludger? Harry asked, his anger rising again. What do you mean, your Bludger? You let that Bludger kill me?

Didn't kill you, sir, definitely didn't kill you! said Dobby in horror. Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home badly injured than to stay here, sir. .Dobby just wants Harry Potter to get hurt a little and be sent home!

Oh, that's it? Harry asked angrily. I guess you're not going to tell me why you want me to be sent home with a broken body, are you?

Ah, if only Harry Potter knew! groaned Dobby, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase, if only he knew that he's so ignorant of us humble, suffering people in the wizarding world. What does it mean to enslave little people!

Dobby hasn't forgotten when the Shame Not to Be Named was at its strongest, sir! We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir! Of course they still treat Dobby like that, sir. .”

He continued, wiping his face on the pillowcase.

But on the whole, life for us little characters has improved a lot since you vanquished the one who can't even be named. Harry Potter survived, and the evil lord's magic was broken , this is a new beginning, sir. For those of us who thought the dark days would never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope, sir...

Now, at Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, maybe it has already happened, and Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets is opened again—

Suddenly, Dobby froze, then picked up the pitcher on the bedside table and smashed his head hard...

But not long after, there seemed to be some movement outside, and Dobby left in a panic with magic.

If Maca was here, he would definitely keep this scene firmly in his mind. This is Hogwarts, and there are creatures that can use magic to leave out of thin air. This is a very worthwhile research topic.

Maka is obviously not here, not long ago, he was observing the occurrence of the second petrification event.

After a while, the door of the ward was opened, and Dumbledore stepped back and walked in.

He was wearing a long wool dressing gown and a nightcap. He holds one end of a sculptural object with both hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall also appeared, carrying the thing's feet. Together they put it to bed.

It was Colin Creevey, the freshman who was always taking pictures with a camera, Harry's admirer. His eyes are wide open, and his hands are stretched out across his chest, holding his camera.

Petrified? Madam Pomfrey asked in a low voice.

Yes, said Professor McGonagall, I shudder to think about it...if Albus hadn't happened to come downstairs to serve hot chocolate, who knows what would have happened...

The three looked at Colin intently.

The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again. Dumbledore said slowly.

Madam Pomfrey put her hand over her mouth. Professor McGonagall stared blankly at Dumbledore.

But Albus... you must know... who it is?

The question is not who, Dumbledore said, keeping his eyes on Colin, the question is how it was opened.