Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 167 Harry, Dobby, Lockhart

"You should just come to me!"

Madam Pomfrey was unhappy. She held up Harry's limp arm, which was now lifeless: "I can reattach the bones in a second - but to make them grow back -"

"You can do that too, right?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Of course I will, but it will be very painful." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to spend the night here."

The curtains around Harry's bed were closed, Ron helped him change into his pajamas, and Hermione waited outside. It took them a lot of work to stuff the rubbery, boneless arm into the sleeve.

"How can you still protect Lockhart now, eh, Hermione?" Ron said loudly through the curtain while pulling Harry's limp fingers out of the cuffs one by one, "If Harry wants to take the bone

If it goes away, he will bring it up himself."

However, there was no reply from Hermione for a long time outside the curtain. Harry and Ron exchanged surprised looks - had Hermione suddenly changed the object of her admiration?

"Professor Lockhart?" They suddenly heard Hermione say: "Why are you here?"

"Is Harry in here?"

Harry heard Lockhart's familiar voice. He subconsciously wanted to hide under the quilt, but it was too late. A familiar head emerged from the curtain, and Lockhart walked in with a smile.

"Aha-" He saw Harry's limp arms and exposed his shiny teeth: "This must be a novel experience for you. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to lose bones."

Ron stared at Lockhart angrily. This looked like a sarcastic comment, but the key point was that it was all caused by Lockhart himself.

But before Harry and Ron could say anything, Lockhart suddenly took out a gorgeous pocket watch from his arms, with the surface covered with gems.

This is also the pocket watch that Lockhart took out after Toby forced him to put on a pharaoh mask and appeared inexplicably in the corridor.

Lockhart waved his wand, causing the pajamas to fly automatically and successfully put them on Harry. Then he rolled up his sleeves, wrapped the chain of the pocket watch around Harry's boneless arm, and said at the same time: "Anyone can do this."

You made a mistake."

He seemed to be responding to Ron's previous question to Hermione: "But as long as you have this pocket watch, I can at least ensure that you won't feel too much pain when you grow bones next time -"

"Painful?!" Harry was a little frightened. He still didn't know that growing bones was a torturous thing.

"Yeah, painful."

Lockhart's tone suddenly changed and became much more serious. His beautiful blue eyes looked at Harry. Harry knew that he was talking to himself, but it seemed as if he was talking to himself.

"It's essential and helps people grow."

The sudden change stunned both Harry and Ron.

Hermione stepped outside the curtain curiously, and just when she couldn't help but want to open the curtain to see what was going on, Lockhart had already opened the curtain from the inside, and put on his face again the amazing mask.

A familiar smile.

"Okay, Harry, just take care of yourself and recover. I'm still waiting to see your next game -"

"Wait a minute, professor."

Hermione said suddenly. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and her tone became stammering: "I want to borrow this book from the library. I hope to learn some background knowledge from it." She raised it.

The note was written with a slightly trembling hand: "But this book is in the restricted area of ​​the library, so I need a teacher to sign on the note - I believe that this book will help me understand what you wrote in "With

The chronic onset of venom mentioned in "Ghouls"

"Ah, "Walking with Ghouls"!" Lockhart took the note from Hermione's hand and smiled warmly at her: "This is probably my most satisfying book -

-Um?"

He glanced down at the words on the note, and then looked up at Hermione's uneasy face, which had turned red at this time.

""Powerful Potion"."

The enthusiasm in Lockhart's eyes seemed to have faded a lot, but in the next second, he took out a huge peacock quill pen from his pocket, as if he had this pen with him at all times.

After signing his name confidently, he returned the note to Hermione.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He shook the peacock feathers on the brush and said, then left the ward with a smile.

After regaining his composure, Harry hurriedly asked in a low voice: ""Powerful Potion"? Is this the magic book you mentioned that contains the formula for polyjuice potion?"

"Yes." The blush on Hermione's face had not completely subsided, and she said in an awkward tone: "I almost thought Professor Lockhart saw it."

Ron also seemed to be relieved and said: "I thought he wouldn't go see what books we wanted to borrow. He just acted really differently than usual, didn't he?"

Even Hermione, who admires Lockhart the most, cannot help but admit the accuracy of this sentence.

After a short moment of silence, Harry said dryly: "But, do you think it is still necessary for us to pretend to be Cedric Diggory now?"

Neither Hermione nor Ron could answer.

In their original guess, Professor Heimer knew about the existence of the basilisk, but refused to tell the students. This made them wonder whether Professor Heimer directed and acted himself, allowing the basilisk to attack them.

So as to avoid suspicion of Slytherin's identity.

Hermione thought about it carefully and said, "I'll go and find out first to see if Professor Hemmer is in the coffin."

"I'll go too," Ron said immediately.

After they left, Madam Pomfrey also returned with the Bone Spirit.

"It's been a tough night," she said, pouring out a steaming mug and handing it to Harry. "Growing bones is hard."

However, just drinking the Bone Spirit was uncomfortable enough. It burned in Harry's mouth and burned down his throat, causing Harry to cough and spit.

But this seems to confirm that Professor Lockhart's words are correct. It's like he has drank the bone spirit himself and knows what the taste of long bones is.

Harry stared straight at the pocket watch on his arm, checking it over and over for a while, feeling a little unsure whether it could really relieve the pain of long bones.

After a while, Ron and Hermione came back together.

"It's really Professor Heimer!"

Ron was shocked when he came up and said: "The professor has told the students that we should be more careful recently and it is best to go together - but do you think it is necessary to direct and perform the same drama twice?"

Neither Harry nor Hermione thought so, and so did Ron.

"It seems that Professor Heimer is not only not the heir, but he is also being targeted by the other party." Hermione said worriedly: "It is said that he was seriously injured this time and almost didn't save his life. Why is that so? Could it be that Professor

Don’t you know about the basilisk?”

"Where's Angela?" Harry asked, "Do you know what happened to her?"

Hermione nodded and said, "I already know everything. It is said that she came to Hogwarts at the invitation of Professor Highmore, so she appeared in the office in time. She will continue to be in charge of our ancient magic class, you can hear

It seems that something went wrong, and the next course will probably not go smoothly."

The three of them became silent again. There were too many mysteries waiting for them, whether it was the roar in the castle or the true identity of the heir. When thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but doubt that he had ever

speculation - is he really the heir?

What is the murderer's purpose?

And Dumbledore, why did he neither reply to his letter nor come back?

They discussed the Quidditch match for a while, which made Harry feel a lot better. They beat Slytherin, and Malfoy suffered a disastrous defeat in his first game, proving that no matter how much money he spent,

It's useless even on a broom.

"But there's something really wrong with that Bludger!" Ron yelled at last: "It wants to kill you, and everyone can see it."

"But who could have done it?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head and said: "I don't know, but you can try to suspect all the Slytherin players. I won't be surprised even if Snape is the murderer."

After discussing for a while, Ron and Hermione had to leave. Harry was the only one left in the ward. There was nothing to distract him, and he only felt the pain in his limp arms like a knife.

Fortunately, the pocket watch really worked. When Harry just felt the pain, the watch chain and the pocket watch flashed several times, and all the pain disappeared almost instantly.

Harry waited patiently for a while, and after finding that there was no erratic situation, he fell asleep peacefully.

After a long time, Harry suddenly woke up. He felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, thinking that his pocket watch suddenly failed. Then, he realized with horror that someone was wiping his wrist with a sponge in the dark.

forehead.

"Go away!" he shouted, and then he recognized, "Dobby!"

It was Dobby, the peculiar house elf. He stared at Harry in the dark with his two big tennis-ball-like eyes, and a teardrop rolled down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly. "Dobby reminded Harry Potter several times. Ah, sir, why didn't you listen to Dobby's warning? Harry Potter didn't rush.

Get on the train, why don’t you go home?”

Harry pushed himself up from the pillow and pushed Dobby's sponge away.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "How do you know I didn't catch the train?"

Dobby's lips trembled, and Harry suddenly became suspicious.

"It was you who did it!" he said slowly. "It was you who sealed the wall and prevented us from passing through!"

"That's right, sir." Dobby said, nodding desperately and slapping his two big ears. "Dobby hid beside him, waiting for Harry Potter, and then sealed the passage. Dobby had to use an iron to iron it afterwards.

His own hand -' he showed Harry his ten long bandaged fingers - 'but Dobby doesn't care, sir. Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now, and Dobby never dreamed

Unexpectedly, Harry Potter actually took another route to school!"

He swayed back and forth, his big ugly head moving.

"Dobby was so shocked when he heard that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts that he burned the master's dinner! It was such a severe whipping that Dobby had never experienced before, sir."

Harry fell heavily back onto the pillow, his mood becoming extremely irritable.

But in the next second, he suddenly became calm.

Harry remembered that Dobby said that someone in Hogwarts wanted to kill him, and said that this matter had nothing to do with the "person who must not even be named". It was not until he left the Dursleys later that Harry came from the sea

Professor Mo learned that before having that code name, there was someone who could call the other party's name——

That is Voldemort.

"It's You-Know-Who, right?" Harry suddenly said: "The person who plans to kill me at Hogwarts is You-Know-Who?"

Dobby's eyes opened wider and wider, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing, and then he suddenly howled loudly and banged his head against the foot of the bed.

"Stop!" Harry said hurriedly: "Stop, what are you doing?"

"Dobby had to punish himself." Many red and swollen scars appeared on Dobby's forehead. He was crying, but his expression was smiling: "Harry Potter finally figured it out. Dobby was so happy, even though

Dobby's Bludger didn't stop you—"

"Your Bludger?" Harry felt angry again: "So, you want to kill me?"

"I didn't kill you, sir. I definitely didn't kill you!" Dobby said in horror. "Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home after being seriously injured than to stay here, sir."

.Dobby just wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and sent home!"

"Okay." Harry said angrily: "But everything is already clear, isn't it? The mysterious man wants to kill me, but why don't I feel it at all? Also, I don't understand why you have to come.

——Oh, I really don’t want to say that, help me? Yes, help me.”

"Oh, I wish Harry Potter knew!" Dobby groaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase, "I wish he knew how much he cares for those of us humble, suffering people in the wizarding world.

What servile little people mean! Dobby has not forgotten the days when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at his most powerful, sir! We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir! Of course, they still are.

Treat Dobby, sir."

He admitted, wiping his face on the pillowcase again. "But in general, since you defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, life for the rest of us has improved a lot. Harry Potter Lives

It's down, the Dark Lord's spell is broken, it's a new beginning, sir. For those of us who thought the dark days would never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope.

"Yes, sir. Now, in Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, or it may have already happened. Dobby cannot let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets is opened again-"

Dobby was stunned, horrified, then grabbed Harry's pitcher from the bedside table, smashed it on his own head, and staggered away. A second later, he slowly crawled back to the

On the bed, two eyes faced each other, muttering in a low voice: "Bad Dobby, very bad, very bad Dobby."

"So, there is indeed a Chamber of Secrets?" Harry whispered, "And - you say it has been opened before? Tell me, Dobby!"

He was eager to know things related to the Chamber of Secrets. Dobby the elf stretched his hand towards the jug again, and Harry grabbed his skinny wrist. "But I'm not a Muggle - how could the Chamber of Secrets be right?"

I'm in danger - I know it!"

Harry suddenly exclaimed: "I finally understand, it's Vol - oh, sorry, it's You-Know-Who! He wanted to kill me, and you mentioned the Chamber of Secrets again - You-Know-Who is the real murderer, right? But?

How could it be possible? He was obviously kicked out of Hogwarts. After the Philosopher's Stone was successfully saved, could he be the heir? Then who am I?"

"But this seems to make sense," Harry suddenly murmured: "The person who attacked Professor Hemmer was a mysterious man, and he attacked him twice. This is natural. There is a grudge between them.

I want to kill the other person. But does the professor know about this? Is he not clear that the murderer is actually the mysterious person?"

The thoughts in Harry's mind were tightly intertwined like wool. He felt that the crux was in these mysteries, but he could not solve them.

As for Dobby, he had been stunned for a long time, his eyes filled with admiration.

"As expected of Harry Potter," he said, "As expected of the Boy-Who-Lived, what a wit."

Harry suddenly became a little embarrassed: "It's not me. Professor Hemmer told me a lot of things, and he helped me figure it out. It's a pity that he was injured, otherwise I should have told him all these things."

Listen and see.”

"Yes, the terrible Professor Toby Highmore." Dobby nodded and continued: "I never dared to approach him. I felt it when I was at the train station. He was full of evil aura.

"

Harry endured the thought of retorting and continued to listen silently. He suddenly thought of Professor Hemmer's evil course on cars. After struggling for a long time, he finally tried to induce him: "Dobby, are you mistaken?

Professor Mo is the target that the mysterious man plans to target? He has been attacked twice."

"No, it won't, sir." Dobby shook his head vigorously and said, "I mean, of course, of course, there are people who want to get rid of him, but no one dares to do it, not even the master dares to risk it.

This kind of risk, he——"

Dobby was stunned again. He looked around blankly until he saw Harry holding hard objects such as pitchers in his arms so that Dobby could not punish him.

"I want to but don't dare." Harry looked directly into his eyes and said, "I know there is such a person, it's Lucius Malfoy, right?"

Dobby opened his mouth silently. He was so frightened that he didn't even have time to say goodbye. After a loud popping sound, he disappeared into the ward.

Harry lay weakly back on the hospital bed, feeling as if he had just run a marathon, and he didn't even have the strength to move his eyes.

The pocket watch under the pajamas flickered slightly, the light was dim, and it was completely blocked by the moonlight, so that no one could notice it.

At the same time, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Lockhart was sitting behind the desk, with a peacock quill in front of him that turned into the shape of a mouth, and the sound of Harry's slight breathing could be heard from inside.

"Perhaps, I should prepare a new book in advance."