Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It was Dobby, the house elf of the Malfoys, who tried to cause trouble for Harry before school started this semester, preventing him from coming to Hogwarts.

Including smashing the guests invited by Uncle Harry with cake pudding, and also using magic to seal the pillar to the Hogwarts train station.

Now, Dobby was playing Quidditch again—he wanted to smash Harry down.

Here, only Maca still vaguely remembered that the house elf Dobby was just out of good intentions and didn't want Harry to take risks.If nothing happens, Harry's arm would break next, but he didn't want to interfere with it at all.

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

And at this moment, it was the moment the violent wandering ball hit Harry and knocked him off the ground.

The game was over, and Harry caught the Golden Snitch at the last second, but now everyone is concerned about his landing injury.

The Quidditch court was soon filled with people.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm about to heal your arm." Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindor students who were gathered around anxiously.

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

He wanted to sit up, but his arm hurt too much.He heard a familiar clicking sound nearby.

"I don't want to take photos like this, Colin," he said loudly.

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

"Why can't I just go to the hospital?" Harry gritted his teeth.

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

Ron looked at Maca's leaving back, the expression on his face was very tangled.

He has always been a little inferior, and he has always had a very complicated mood for his friend Maca.

To be honest, he is actually a little jealous of this good friend.But the longer the time, the greater the gap, and he didn't even have time to consider whether he should be jealous of Maca.

When the school started, when he learned of Maca's achievements in potions, deep down in his heart, only the emotion of being happy for his best friend was left.

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

So even if he had seen Maca's back before, he didn't think his good friend would do that kind of behavior.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 the flying broomstick, he smelled a betrayal.

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

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

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

"Is Maca... controlled by black magic?"

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

When Maca's behavior appeared abnormal, she immediately thought of the Philosopher's Stone incident last semester-she was the only person who saw Maca's last expression.

Although she was still very puzzled at the time, according to the situation of this semester, she thought that the possibility of Maca being controlled by dark magic was really great.

I have to say that Hermione's guess is very close to the facts.But no matter how close, he guessed wrong after all.

...

Harry's hand was broken, and Lockhart cast a spell again, which made it even more miserable-all the bones of his forearm were gone!

Sticking out of his sleeve,

Madam Pomfrey in the school hospital was obviously very upset.

The bones that could be connected in a few seconds can now be grown with "Bone Spirits".The taste of long bones is uncomfortable.

"...At least you caught the Golden Snitch." Ron spoke muffled, but at least he was comforting Harry.

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

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

"...No need to ask." "Do you really want 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 meaning to say what's in their hearts.

At this moment, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and the members of the Gryffindor team came to see Harry.One by one, they were muddy, and they looked like a chicken.

"Harry, you fly so well," George said. "I saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy just now. He couldn't see what the golden snitch was above his head. Malfoy looked like Not so happy."

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

They gathered around Harry’s bed and were about to have a very happy party when Mrs. Pomfrey snarled and rushed in, "This kid needs a rest. He has 33 bones to grow! Get out! Get out!"

So Harry was left alone in the ward, and there was nothing to distract him.I only felt a pain in my limp arm like a knife cut.

It was a long time before 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 rubbing Harry's forehead with a sponge.

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

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

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

"Is this, sir?" Dobby said, pulling at the pillowcase. "This symbolizes the status of a slave to the house elves."

"Sir, Dobby can be free only when Dobby's master dresses him. The family members are very careful not to give Dobby a pair of socks. Sir, because then Dobby is free. I will leave their home forever."

Dobby wiped his big raised eyes, and suddenly said, "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his roaming ball would definitely be able to—"

"Your roaming ball?" Harry asked, angrily jumping up again. "What do you mean, your roaming ball? Did you let the roaming ball hit me to death?"

"It's not killing you, sir, definitely not killing you!" Dobby said in horror. "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home after being seriously injured than to stay here, sir. Dobby only hopes that Harry Potter will be slightly injured and then sent home!"

"Oh, that's it?" Harry asked angrily. "I guess you probably wouldn't tell me why you want me to be sent home to pieces, do you?"

"Ah, I hope Harry Potter knows!" Dobby groaned, and more tears fell on his tattered pillowcase. "I wish he knew that he was very unhappy about us in the wizarding world. What does enslaved little people mean!"

"Dobby hasn't forgotten the situation when the power of the demon that can't even be named, sir! People treat us house elves like pests, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby like that, sir. ."

He wiped his face on the pillowcase and continued.

"But in general, since you defeated the demon who can’t even mention the name, the lives of our little characters have improved a lot. Harry Potter survived and the evil demon’s magic was broken. , This is a new beginning, sir. To those of us who think the dark days will never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope, sir..."

"Now, at Hogwarts, terrible things are about to happen, maybe they have already 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 picked up the jug on the bedside table and smashed his head...

But before long, there seemed to be some movement outside, and Dobby left in a panic with magic.

If Maca were here, he would definitely keep this scene in his heart.This is Hogwarts, and there are creatures that can leave out of thin air with magic. This is a topic worthy of research.

But Maca is obviously not here. Not long ago, he was observing the occurrence of the second petrochemical incident.

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

He was wearing a long woolen dressing gown and a nightcap.He held one end of a sculptural object with both hands.A second later, Professor McGonagall also appeared, lifting the thing's foot.They put it on the bed together.

It was Colin Crevy, the first-year freshman who always took pictures with his camera everywhere, and an admirer of Harry.His eyes were wide open, his hands stretched across his chest, holding his camera.

"Is it petrified?" Madam Pomfrey asked quietly.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, "I shudder when I think of it... If it wasn't for Albus who happened to come downstairs to serve hot chocolate, who knows what will happen..."

The three people looked at Colin intently.

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

Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hand.Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore blankly.

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

"The question is not who," Dumbledore said, keeping his eyes on Colin, "the question is how to open it."