Chapter 61

It was dobby, Malfoy's house elf, who tried to make trouble for Harry before the beginning of the semester so that he could not come to Hogwarts.

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

Now dobby is at Quidditch again - he wants to knock Harry down.

Here, only Maka vaguely remembers that Dobby, the domestic elf, was just out of kindness and didn't want Harry to take risks. If nothing had happened, Harry's arm would break next, but he didn't want to intervene at all.

But he could not expect that the way he held his wand to enlarge the perspective was not only seen by Ron who glanced at him from time to time, but also noticed by Hermione.

At this moment, it was the moment that the violent swimming ball hit Harry and hit him from the air to the ground.

At the end of the game, Harry caught the snitch at the last second, but now everyone is concerned about his landing injury.

The Quidditch court was soon crowded with people.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm going to fix your arm," LOHA said loudly to the Gryffindor students who gathered around anxiously.

"No!" said Harry. "Just let it be. Thank you..."

He tried to sit up, but his arm hurt too much. He heard a familiar click nearby.

"I don't want to take such a picture, Colin," he shouted.

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart comforted him. "It's a simple spell. I've used it countless times."

"Why can't I go straight to the hospital?" said Harry, gritting his teeth.

He looked left and right, but he didn't find Ron. Even Hermione wasn't here. In fact, they didn't run far. They were standing outside the crowd!

Ron looked at Marca's back from a distance, and the expression on his face was very tangled.

He has always had a little low self-esteem. He has always had a very complex mood towards Maka, a friend.

To tell the truth, he is actually a little jealous of his good friend. But the longer the time, the greater the gap, so that he didn't even have time to consider whether he should be jealous of Maka.

At the beginning of school, when he learned about Maka's achievements in potions, he was only happy for his best friend.

Although he himself did not find this series of psychological changes, it was undoubtedly a qualitative change of friendship.

So even though he had seen Maka'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 Marca holding her wand, when he saw Harry drop his broomstick, he smelled a smell of betrayal.

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

Not far behind Ron, Hermione was quietly looking at Maka's figure.

However, different from Ron's idea, Hermione, who has a deeper understanding of magic, is more worried.

"Is Maka... Controlled by the dark magic?"

To be honest, it's not the first time she thinks so.

When Maka's behavior was abnormal, she immediately thought of the Sorcerer's stone event last semester - she was the only one who saw Maka's last expression.

Although she was still confused at that time, according to the situation of this semester, she thought that Maka was really likely to be controlled by the dark magic.

It has to be said that Hermione's guess is very close to the facts. But no matter how close, I guess wrong after all.

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Harry's hand was broken, and then he was cursed by Lockhart. It was even worse - the bones of the whole forearm were gone!

From his sleeve, it looked like a thick, flesh colored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers, but he didn't respond.

Mrs. Pomfrey of the school hospital was obviously unhappy.

The bone that used to take only a few seconds to connect, now we have to use "shengguling" to make it grow. It's hard to have bones.

"... at least you caught the snitch," said Ron in a muffled voice, but at least comforting Harry.

Hermione, who was also standing by the hospital bed, nodded, but obviously she looked in a bad mood.

"After we drink the compound soup, we can ask Malfoy why he did it," said Harry, falling on his head. "I hope the compound soup tastes better than this..."

"... don't ask." "do you really want to ask?"

Ron and Hermione thought 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 meaning to say what they have in mind for the time being.

Just then the door of the ward suddenly opened and the Gryffindors came to see Harry. One by one, they were covered in mud and looked like drowned chickens.

"Harry, you're flying great," said George. "I saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy just now. He couldn't see what he said. The snitch was right above his head. Malfoy didn't look very happy."

The team members brought cakes, candy and several bottles of pumpkin juice.

They gathered around Harry's bed and were about to have a happy party when Mrs. Pomfrey roared and rushed in. "The child needs rest. He has 33 bones to grow! Get out! Get out!"

So Harry was left alone in the ward, with nothing to distract him. I just felt the pain of my soft arm like a knife.

It was a long time before he fell asleep.

But late at night, Harry was awakened by dobby, the house elf, who was sponging Harry's forehead.

When Harry knew that Dobby had sealed the partition wall, he felt a burst of anger. But when dobby shook his head to show that he was used to the threat, his poor appearance made Harry's anger subside involuntarily.

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

"Why are you wearing that, dobby?" asked Harry curiously.

"This, sir?" dobby said, pulling at the pillowcase. "It symbolizes the slavery of the house elf."

"Sir, dobby can be free only when his master gives him clothes. The family are very careful and don't even give dobby a pair of socks. Sir, because then dobby will be free and leave their house forever."

Dobby wiped his big raised eyes and suddenly said, "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his swimming ball would make --"

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

"Not you, sir, definitely not you!" dobby said in horror. "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home seriously than to stay here, sir. Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and sent home!"

"Oh, that's all?" asked Harry angrily. "I guess you won't tell me why you want me to be sent home in pieces, will you?"

"Oh, I wish Harry Potter knew!" dobby groaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase. "I wish he knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little people in the magical world!"

"Dobby hasn't forgotten the situation when the devil's power was the strongest, sir! People treated us house elves like pests, sir! Of course, they still treat dobby like that, sir."

He continued as he wiped his face on the pillowcase.

"But on the whole, the lives of our little characters have greatly improved since you defeated the devil who can't even mention his name. Harry Potter survived and the magic of the evil devil was broken. This is a new beginning, sir. For those of us who think that the dark days will never end, Harry Potter is like a lamp of hope Shining like a tower, sir... "

"Now, in Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen. Maybe it has happened. 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 took the water tank on the head cabinet and hit his head

But before long, there seemed to be something moving outside. Dobby left with magic in panic.

If Marca were here, he would keep the scene firmly in mind. This is Hogwarts. There are creatures that can leave out of thin air by magic, which is a subject worthy of study.

But Maka is obviously not here. Not long ago, he was observing the second Petrochemical incident.

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

He was wearing a long wool dressing gown and a nightcap. He carried one end of a sculpture in his hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall also appeared, carrying the thing's feet. They put it on the bed together.

It's Colin krivi, the freshman who always takes pictures everywhere with a camera, an admirer of Harry. His eyes were wide open, his hands stretched out in front of his chest, holding his camera.

"Petrified?" Mrs. Pomfrey whispered.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, "I shudder when I think of it... Who knows what would happen if albus didn't happen to come downstairs to bring hot chocolate..."

The three men looked intently at Colin.

"The chamber of secrets has indeed been opened again," Dumbledore said slowly.

Mrs Pomfrey put her hand over her mouth. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore blankly.

"But albus... You must know... Who is it?"

"The problem is not who," said Dumbledore, with his eyes fixed on Colin. "The problem is how to open it."