It was Dobby, the Malfoys' house-elf, who had tried to make trouble for Harry before the semester had even started, so that he could not come to Hogwarts.

This includes smashing Uncle Harry's guests with cake pudding, and magically sealing the pillar to Hogwarts train station.

Now, Dobby is doing it again at Quidditch - he wants to smash Harry down.

Here, only Maca vaguely remembers that Dobby, the house-elf, was only well-intentioned and didn't want Harry to be in danger. Harry's arm would have broken if nothing had happened, but he didn't want to interfere in the slightest.

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

And this moment was the moment when the rampager hit Harry, slamming him into the air and hitting him to the ground.

The game was over, and Harry caught the Golden Snitch in the last second, but all that was focused on him was hurting him on the ground.

The Quidditch pitch was soon filled with people.

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

"No!" Harry said, "Just make it this way, thank you......"

He tried 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 down, Harry," Lockhart comforted him, "a simple spell that I've used countless times. ”

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

He looked left and right, but didn't notice Ron, not even Hermione. In fact, they didn't run far, they just stood outside the crowd!

Ron watched the back of Maca's departure from afar, the expression on his face was very tangled.

He has always had a little inferiority, and he has always had very complicated feelings about Maca's friend.

To be honest, he was actually a little jealous of this good friend. But the more time passed, the gap became bigger and bigger, and he didn't even have time to think about whether he should be jealous of Maca.

When he learned about Maca's achievements in potions, he was only happy for his best friend.

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

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

But just now, when he saw Maca holding her wand, when he saw Harry drop his broomstick, he smelled a betrayal.

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

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

But unlike Ron's thoughts, Hermione, who had a deeper understanding of magic, was more worried in her heart.

"Isn't Maca...... Controlled by black magic? ”

Truth be told, it's not the first time she's thought so.

When Maca's behavior became abnormal, she immediately remembered the Philosopher's Stone incident last semester - she was the only one who saw Maca's last expression.

Although she was still very confused at the time, judging from the situation of this semester, she thought that the possibility of Maca being controlled by the dark arts was really high.

It has to be said that Hermione's guess is very close to the truth. But no matter how close you are, you still guessed wrong.

……

Harry's hand was broken, and then he was cast a spell by Lockhart, and it was even worse - the bones of his entire forearm were gone!

Sticking out of his sleeve looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers, but nothing happened.

Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital was visibly upset.

Bones that used to take only a few seconds to attach can now be made to grow with "Bone Spirits". Long bones don't taste good.

“…… At least you caught the Golden Snitch. Ron spoke in a muffled voice, but at least he was comforting Harry.

Hermione, who was also standing at the bedside, nodded, but obviously didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"When we've drunk the Polyjuice Potion, we can ask Malfoy why he's doing it." Harry said, leaning headlong on his head, "I wish the Polyjuice Potion tasted better than this thing......

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

Ron and Hermione thought to themselves almost at the same time, but the meaning was very different.

But the same thing is that neither of them has the meaning of saying what they have in their hearts for the time being.

Just then, 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 chickens in soup.

"Harry, you're flying fantastic," said George, "I saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy. He couldn't even see the Golden Snitch above his head. Malfoy didn't look very happy. ”

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

They were gathered around Harry's bedside and were about to have a very happy party, when Madam Pomfrey roared and rushed in, "This boy 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. I only felt the pain of my limp arm like a knife.

It was a long time before he fell asleep in a daze.

But in the middle of the night, Harry was awakened by Dobby, a house-elf who was wiping Harry's forehead with a sponge.

When Harry found out that Dobby had sealed the wall, he felt a pang of anger. But when Dobby shook his head, showing that he was used to the threat, Harry's anger subsided involuntarily with that pitiful look.

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

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

"This, sir?" Dobby said, tugging at his pillowcase, "This symbolizes the slavery status of the house-elves. ”

"Sir, Dobby will only be free if his master gives him clothes to wear. The family was so careful that they didn't even give Dobby a pair of socks. Sir, because in that case, Dobby would be free and leave their house forever. ”

Dobby wiped his big bulging eyes and suddenly said, "Harry Potter must come home!" Dobby thought his Bludger would be able to—"

"Your Bludger?" Harry asked, anger rising again, "What do you mean by that, your Bludger?" You let that Bludger kill me? ”

"Not to kill you, sir, definitely not to kill you!" Dobby said in horror, "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life!" It's better to be sent home with a serious injury than to stay here, sir. Dobby only wanted Harry Potter to get a little hurt and be sent home! ”

"Oh, that's all?" Harry asked angrily, "I guess you won't tell me why you want me to be sent home in pieces, do you?" ”

"Ah, I wish Harry Potter knew!" Dobby groaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase, "I wish he knew what he meant to us lowly, enslaved little people in the wizarding world!" ”

"Dobby hasn't forgotten when the Adversary who can't even name it was at its strongest, sir! People treat us house-elves like pests, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby like that, sir. ”

He continued as he wiped his face from the pillowcase.

"But overall, since you defeated the demon whose name you can't even mention, our lives have improved a lot. Harry Potter has survived, the evil boss's magic has been broken, and it's a new beginning, sir. For those of us who think that the dark days will never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope, sir......"

"Now, at Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, maybe it has happened, and Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again-"

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

But not long after, there seemed to be movement outside, and Dobby left in a panic and magically.

If Maca had been here, he would have kept this scene in his mind. This is Hogwarts, and the fact that there are creatures that can use magic to get out of thin air is a subject worth studying.

But Marka was apparently not here, and not long ago, he was observing the occurrence of the second petrification event.

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

He wore a long woolen dressing gown and a nightcap. He carried one end of a sculptural object with both hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall appeared, carrying the thing's feet. Together, they put it on the bed.

It was Colin Creevey, the first-year student who always liked to take pictures with his camera, and Harry's admirer. His eyes were wide open, his hands were stretched out to his chest, and he held his camera.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey asked in a whisper.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall said, "shuddered at the thought of it...... Who knows what would have happened if Albus hadn't happened to come downstairs to serve hot chocolate......"

The three of them 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 stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"But Albus...... You must know...... Who is it? ”

"It's not a question of who," Dumbledore said, looking at Colin, "the question is, how to open it." ”