Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It was the house elf Dobby of the Malfoy family, who tried to make trouble for Harry when he was not in school, so he could not come to Hogwarts.

Including the guests who brought in the cake pudding and Harry Coward, including the seal of the pillar to the Hogwarts station with magic.

Now, Dobby is working on the Quiddich game again - he wants to take Harry down.

Here, only Marx still vaguely remembers that this house elf Dobby is just for good intentions and does not want Harry to be in danger. If there were no accidents, then Harry's arm would break, but he didn't want to intervene at all.

But he couldn't expect it. At this time, he held the wand to enlarge his perspective. Not only was Ron looked at him from time to time, but even Hermione had noticed it.

At this moment, it was the moment when the violent bludger hit Harry and drove him off the ground.

At the end of the game, Harry grabbed the golden snitch at the last minute, but what everyone is paying attention to is the fact that he was injured.

The Quiddich stadium was quickly filled with people.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm going to give you an arm." Lockhart said loudly to the students who were anxiously gathered around Gryffindor.

“No!” Harry said. “Let it be so good, thank you...”

He wants to sit up, but his arm hurts too much. He heard the familiar ka-cha sound coming from the side.

"I don't want to take such a photo, Colin," he said loudly.

"Like, Harry," Lockhart said, comforting him. "It's a simple curse. I have used it countless times."

“Why can't I go to the hospital directly?” Harry gritted his teeth.

He looked around, but did not find Ron, even Hermione is not here. In fact, they did not run far and stood outside the crowd!

Ron looked at the back of Marx's departure, and the expression on his face was very tangled.

He has always been a little inferior, and he has always had a complicated mood for this friend of Marx.

To be honest, he is actually a bit of a good friend. The longer the time, the bigger the gap, so that he can't even think about whether or not Marx should be.

When I started school, when I learned about Marx's achievements in potion, there was only emotion in his heart that was happy for his best friend.

Although he did not even discover the psychological changes in this series, this is undoubtedly a qualitative change of friendship.

So even if he had seen the back of Marx before, he didn't think his good friend would do that. That kind of bad thing, only the Malfoy bastar can do it.

But just now, when he saw Marx holding the wand, when he saw Harry drop the broomstick, he smelled a betrayal.

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

Not far behind Ron, Hermione was quietly looking at Marx's silhouette.

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

"Marx is... controlled by dark magic?"

To be honest, she is not thinking about it for the first time.

When Marx's behavior was abnormal, she immediately thought of the Philosopher's Stone incident of the last semester - she was the only one after another who saw the last expression of Marx.

Although she was still confused at the time, with the semester's situation, she thought that the possibility of Marx being controlled by dark magic was really great.

It must be said that Hermione's guess is very close to the facts. But even if I get close, I still guess wrong.

……

Harry's hand was broken, and then Lockhart cast a spell, which was even worse! The bones of the entire arm were gone!

Extending from his sleeve, it looks like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers but didn't respond.

Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital is obviously not happy.

The bones that were only needed in a few seconds can now be used to make it grow out. The taste of long bones can be uncomfortable.

"...at least you caught the golden snitch." Ron snorted, but at least comforted Harry.

Hermione, who is also standing next to the bed, is also nodded, but it seems that the mood is not good.

"When we drink Polyjuice Potion, we can ask Malfoy why he wants to do this." Harry said, leaning down on the scrambling head. "I hope Polyjuice Potion tastes better than this stuff..."

"...no need to ask." "Is it really going to ask?"

Ron and Hermione thought about it almost at the same time, but the meaning contained in it is difference between Heaven and Earth.

However, the same thing is that the two have not yet said what they said in their hearts.

Just then, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and the team members of the Gryffindor team came to see Harry. They are covered in mud and look like a chicken.

"Harry, you are flying very well," said George. "I just saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy. He said that golden snitch is on his head and he can't see it. Malfoy looks too happy. ""

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

They were around Harry's bed and were about to have a very happy party. Unexpectedly, Madam Pomfrey snarled and rushed in. "This child needs a rest. He has thirty-three bones to grow! Go out! Go out!"

So there was Harry left in the ward and there was nothing to distract him. I only felt the soft arm hurt like a knife.

After a long time, he fell asleep.

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

When Harry knew that Dobby had blocked the wall, he felt an anger. But when Dobby slammed his head and showed that he was used to this threat, the pitiful appearance made Harry's anger involuntarily fade away.

Dobby licked Snot with a dirty pillowcase worn on his body, but his face was faintly smiled.

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

"Do you, sir?" Dobby said, pulling the pillowcase. "This symbolizes the house elf's slave identity."

"Sir, Dobby can only be free when Dobby's owner gives him clothes. The people at home are very careful, not even giving a pair of socks to Dobby. Sir, because that way, Dobby is free and will leave them forever. Home."

Dobby wiped his big, raised eyes and suddenly said, "Harry Potter has to go home! Dobby thought his bludger would definitely be-"

"Your bludger?" Harry asked, and his anger slammed again. "What do you mean, your bludger? Are you letting the bludger kill me?"

"It's not killing you, sir, it's definitely not killing you!" Dobby said in horror. "Dobby wants to save the life of Harry Potter! He was sent home after being seriously injured. It is better than staying here, sir. Dobby only hopes Harry Potter was slightly injured and was sent home!"

"Oh, that's all?" Harry asked angrily. "I guess you probably won't tell me, why do you want me to be sent home to Reducto, are you?"

"Ah, I hope Harry Potter knows!" Dobby groaned, and more tears rolled onto his ragged pillowcase. "I hope he knows that we are humble, enslaved little people in magic world." What it means!"

"Dobby didn't forget the situation when the devil's power was not as powerful as the name, sir! People treat us like the pests, house elf, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby like that, sir."

He continued to wipe his face on the pillowcase while continuing to say.

"But in general, the life of our little characters has improved a lot since you defeated the devil whose name can't be mentioned. Harry Potter survived, and the magic power of the evil devil was broken. This is a new beginning, sir. For those of us who believe that dark days will never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope, sir..."

"Now, at Hogwarts, terrifying things are about to happen, maybe it has already happened, Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat, Chamber of Secrets is once again opened-"

Suddenly, Dobby froze, then picked up the jug on the bedside table and slammed his head.

It didn't take long for the outside to seem to have any movements. Dobby lost one's head out of fear and left with magic.

If Marx is here, he will definitely keep this scene in his heart. Here is Hogwarts, and there are creatures that can leave with magic, which is a subject worth studying.

Marx is obviously not here, just a while ago, he was watching the second petrified incident.

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

He wore a long wool dressing gown and a nightcap. He carried one end of a sculpture-like thing in his hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall appeared, carrying the foot of the thing. They put it on the bed together.

It was Colin Creevey, the first year new student who always took pictures with his camera, and the admirer of Harry. His eyes widened, his hands on his chest and his camera.

“Be petified?” Madam Pomfrey whispered.

“Yes,” Professor McGonagall said. “I’m shuddering when I think about it... If it’s not Albus who happens to come downstairs to hot chocolate, who knows what...”

Three people looked at Colin intently.

“The Chamber of Secrets is really open again.” Dumbledore slowly said.

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

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

“The question is not who,” Dumbledore said, staying on Colin and saying, “The question is, how to open it.”