Madam Pomfrey tapped Harry's arm with her wand, and a white film of light condensed from the air. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The film of light slowly covered Harry's wounds and blended in.

Harry's arm slowly recovered at a visible rate, no longer limp, and pain.

"Well, you're here just in time. Madam Pomfrey slowly lifted Harry's arm and tried, then said with satisfaction. "The recovery is okay. ”

But Harry was still asleep, and Madam Pomfrey said he needed to spend the night in the hospital to observe, "I'll find out what spell he's under as soon as I can, it's a terrible thing!"

"I've heard that Slytherin students, in order to win, will do anything to attack their classmates with black magic!"

Madam Pomfrey glared indignantly at Vio, Ron, Hermione, and Neville before leaving, as if they were chasing Harry to kill him.

"I don't understand why Professor Lockhart didn't give Harry a check-up?" Hermione looked at Harry worriedly and asked Vio, "He knows so much, and he's saved a lot of monsters"

Ron said scathingly, "That's all his own words, who saw him do it? Think about what he did every time he led us in class to tell stories, to act in plays, to make Harry pretend to be a werewolf and be beaten around by him."

Hermione's face turned red as if she had a fever, she glanced at Ron, and was about to speak, but Madam Pomfrey stuck her head in the door and said unhappily, "Don't quarrel in the hospital, you guys hurry up"

"No, I'm sorry, we didn't, we just didn't pay attention and made our voices a little louder"

Ron and Hermione hastened to apologize. After Madam Pomfrey was gone, Ron was unconvinced and ready to speak again.

Vio looked at the two of them and was inexplicably amused.

"Okay Ron, I remember Professor Binns left a paper to write up to thirteen inches, are you sure you want to go on? Hermione's time is precious. Vio whispered.

Ron opened his mouth, finally silent, Hermione had been checking his and Harry's homework since he was in first year, and sometimes guiding them.

Especially when it comes to dissertations, her ideas are always very much on the appetite of teachers.

Hermione glanced at Vio, "Next time, don't be allowed to disrespect Professor Lockhart, don't think I'll be angry if you pour me some ** soup." But her face was noticeably softer.

vio dare not nod.

They stayed a little longer, left at dinner time, and returned to the auditorium.

In the auditorium, everyone was talking about the man who was chasing Harry today, and they asked each other if they had seen that person.

But most of them said that the man was flying too high and so fast that he couldn't see it at all.

Nothing else is known except that the person is a Slytherin student.

Most of the second-year Slytherin students thought it was VIO, as the last broom he left behind had a cornflower engraved on it, and the Santrill family had cornflowers and dragons as their coat of arms.

But they wisely did not disclose this information to other colleges.

Back in the common room, everyone goes up to shake Vio's hand or hug her, except Pansy who looks at her with a strange look in her eyes.

"Is that you, young lady?" asked Xiao Luo. "I really can't see that you have so much courage and fly so well!"

"Unless Potter is dancing a ballet in the sky today" Draco looked at Vio with a rare smile, though his tone was still naturally condescending, "I thought you would stop Dobby from enchanting that Bludger, but you're so smart." ”

"What?" Vio asked, surprised, "you know Dobby is going to cast a spell on that Bludger, so why don't you order it yourself?"

Draco returned his wicked smile, "You don't think house-elves are really completely under their master's orders, do you? there was once a house-elf who killed his own master and then killed himself.

"These punishments do bind them, but will the punishment afterwards bring its owner back to life?

"Of course I wouldn't put my own safety in the hands of house-elves, but you can approach Gryffindor, who must have a different view of justice and fairness than Slytherin, and the best way for you to watch it is to keep it. ”

"Are you using me? Do you think Dobby will spell Bludger to help Harry attack you?" Vio asked in disbelief, finally realizing that she was wrong.

"It's not a noble word," Draco looked at her expression and frowned slightly, as if he felt her reaction was a little violent, he tried to round the field, "It's just that I didn't expect that Bludger to attack Potter after it got out of control, and you didn't stop Dobby Slytherin right away and you also have a credit for it"

Vio looked at Draco coldly, his eyebrows still delicate, but they felt more and more unfathomable.

She also thought that Draco wanted to fight Harry in a dignified manner and then try to win the match.

She was even hesitant to stand by and help Slytherin win while Bludger continued to attack Harry.

But at this point, Vio felt that he was really stupid to the point that the other party had always been a real Slytherin, and he could not care about the method in order to win.

"The Slytherin team is honorable. Vio smiled, his heart cold.

Back in his bedroom, Vio took out his diary, which was locked in the drawer of his desk.

Vio opened the diary, hurriedly dipped his quill in ink, and wrote a line on it: What a bad day.

She waited for a moment, but the diary didn't respond.

Vio didn't bother with it, but simply took out Professor Binns's homework and wrote it.

Despite Danae's presence, Vio didn't take the initiative to say anything to her, just as pleasant as ever when answering her questions.

Three days later, Harry had not woken up, and Madam Pomfrey had been working day and night to break the spell, but to little avail.

Dumbledore was also not in the school, and Gryffindor students were bound to collide with Slytherin students as soon as they met them, and in the end, the professors in the school had to cancel all the classes of the two houses together, and Slytherin and Ravenclaw together, and Gryffindor with Hufflepuff.

Every day, Vio would look at his diary and add a sentence like "If someone had helped me, it would have been different," which seemed easy to get used to.

From the time he saw Pansy at the Quidditch pitch, Vio had determined that Riddle in the journal was possessed by Pansy and controlled her body to do the following: chasing Harry all the time, and using a wand hidden in his pocket to shoot spells at Harry to make him unconscious.

With Riddle's magic, Dumbledore might be able to find a solution to the spell, but Madam Pomfrey couldn't, so Vio had to try to negotiate directly with the journal.

If you can trick you into cracking the spell, it's best.

On this day, the diary finally replied.

In the blank space of the vio words, the diary reads: The user of the diary, you seem to be very troubled.

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