harry potter book of crimes

That was Dobby, the house elf of the Malfoy family, who was trying to cause trouble for Harry before the term started so that he could not come to Hogwarts.

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

Now, Dobby takes action again in the Quidditch match - he wants to knock Harry off.

Here, only Maka still vaguely remembered that Dobby, the house elf, only had good intentions and did not want Harry to be in danger. If nothing unexpected happened, Harry's arm would be broken, but he did not want to intervene at all.

this matter.

But he could not have expected that the way he was holding up his wand to enlarge his perspective would be noticed not only by Ron, who glanced at him from time to time, but also by Hermione.

And this moment was exactly the moment when the rampaging Bludger hit Harry and knocked him from the air to the ground.

The game is over, Harry caught the Golden Snitch at the last second, but right now everyone is paying attention to the fact that he was injured when he landed.

The Quidditch pitch was quickly filled with people.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just going to fix your arm." Lockhart said loudly to the anxious Gryffindor students who gathered around him.

"No!" Harry said, "Just leave it like this, thank you..."

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

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

"Lie back, Harry," Lockhart comforted him. "It's a simple charm that I've used countless times."

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

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

Ron looked at Maka's leaving figure from afar, with a very troubled expression on his face.

He has always had a bit of low self-esteem and has always had very complicated feelings towards his friend Maka.

To be honest, he was actually a little jealous of this good friend. But as time passed, the gap became wider and wider, and he didn't even have time to consider whether he should be jealous of Maka or not.

When school started and he learned about Maka's achievements in potions, deep down in his heart he was only happy for his best friend.

Although even he himself did not notice this series of psychological changes, this was undoubtedly a qualitative change in friendship.

So even though he had seen Maka's back before, he didn't think that his good friend would do that kind of behavior. Only that bastard Malfoy could do that kind of bad thing.

But just now, when he saw Maka holding up the wand, and when he saw Harry dropping the broomstick, he smelled a sense 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 also quietly looking at Maka's figure.

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

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

To be honest, this is not the first time she has thought this way.

When Maka behaved abnormally, she immediately thought of the Sorcerer's Stone incident last semester - she was the only person who saw Maka's last expression.

Although she was still confused at the time, judging from the situation this semester, she believed that the possibility of Maka 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 is, it is still wrong after all.

…

Harry's hand was broken, and then Lockhart cast a spell on it, which made it even worse - all the bones in his forearm were gone!

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

Madam Pomfrey in the school hospital was obviously unhappy.

Bones that originally only took a few seconds to be reattached can now be made to grow using the "Bone Creation Spirit". The feeling of growing bones is not pleasant.

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

Hermione, who was also standing beside the hospital bed, nodded, but obviously she didn't look in a good mood.

"After we drink the Polyjuice Potion, we can ask Malfoy why he did what he did." Harry said, pouring it on Trouble's head, "I hope the Polyjuice Potion tastes better than this...

…”

"...No need to ask." "Do you really want to ask?"

Ron and Hermione thought in their minds almost at the same time, but the meanings contained in them were completely different.

But the same thing is that neither of them has the intention to express what is in their hearts yet.

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

"Harry, you're flying great," George said. "I just saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy. The Golden Snitch was right above his head and he couldn't even see it. Malfoy looked like

Not very happy."

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

They gathered around Harry's bed and were about to have a happy party when Madam Pomfrey rushed in with a roar, "This kid needs to rest, he has thirty-three bones to grow! Get out! Get out!"

As a result, Harry was left alone in the ward, with nothing to distract him. He could only feel the pain in his limp arm like a knife.

After a long time, he finally fell asleep.

But late at night, Harry was awakened by the house elf Dobby - the little guy was wiping Harry's forehead with a sponge.

When Harry knew that it was Dobby who sealed the partition wall, he felt angry. But when Dobby shook his head to show that he was used to this kind of threat, the pitiful look on his face made Harry involuntarily angry.

's faded away.

Dobby blew his nose with the corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing, but had a faint smile on his face.

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

"This, sir?" Dobby said, tugging at the pillowcase. "This symbolizes the house-elf's slave status."

"Sir, Dobby can only be freed if his master gives him clothes to wear. The people at home are very careful not to give Dobby even a pair of socks. Sir, because in that case, Dobby will be free.

I left their home forever."

Dobby wiped his big bulging eyes and suddenly said: "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would definitely make -"

"Your Bludger?" Harry asked, his anger rising again. "What do you mean, your Bludger? Did you let that Bludger 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!"

"Oh, that's it?" Harry asked 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 how much he cares for those of us humble, suffering people in the wizarding world.

What does it mean to enslave little people!”

"Dobby has not forgotten what it was like at the height of the power of the Devil Who Must Not Be Named, sir! People treated us house elves like vermin, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby that way, sir.

.”

He wiped his face on the pillowcase and continued.

"But overall, since you defeated the devil who must not even be named, the lives of us little characters have improved a lot. Harry Potter survived, and the evil devil's spell was 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, 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 will be opened again -"

Suddenly, Dobby froze, then picked up the water bottle on the bedside table and hit his head hard...

But not long after, there seemed to be some movement outside, and Dobby panicked and used magic to leave.

If Maka were here, he would definitely remember 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 subject worth studying.

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

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 was holding one end of a sculptural object in his hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall appeared, holding the object's foot. Together they

Put it on the bed.

It was Colin Creevey, the first-year student who always loved to take pictures everywhere with a camera, Harry's admirer. His eyes were wide open, and his hands were stretched out in front of his chest, holding up his camera.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey asked quietly.

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

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 hands. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore blankly.

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

"The question is not who," Dumbledore said, focusing on Colin. "The question is, how to open it."