Madam Pomfrey was upset.

"You should have come straight to me!" She was furious, and grabbed the poor, lifeless plaything, and half an hour ago, the arm that had moved freely was now a perfect example of what it meant to be "boneless," "I can heal broken bones in a second, but now the problem is to make them grow back!" ”

"You can do it now, can you?" Harry asked with a hint of hope in despair.

"Of course I can, but you'll be in pain." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, tossing Harry a set of pajamas, "You're going to have to stay here for the night...... ”

Hermione was waiting behind the curtain drawn up next to Harry's bed while Ron was helping Harry change his pajamas. It took him a long time to tuck the rubbery, boneless arm into his sleeve.

On the other bed/next to him, a concussive Draco was saying goodbye to Harry with Sakura's support.

"I'll help you ask your uncle about Lockhart and your father, and by the way, the godfather who ended up ruining his brain by using potions."

Harry replied discouragedly, and then Hermione and Madam Pomfrey walked over to the curtain, the latter holding a large bottle labeled "Bone Spirit".

"You're going to be a little more uncomfortable tonight," she said, pouring him a glass of liquid, "and bone regeneration is a nuisance." ”

Harry drank the liquid, and when it came to his mouth, his mouth and throat were on fire, causing him to cough and choke.

"Thank you Merlin, Professor Lockhart didn't use that spell on me."

Then Harry fled with Sakura Ash in his murderous eyes.

At Madam Pomfrey's insistence, Ron and Hermione left with him, leaving Harry alone in the room, and he drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later, Harry woke up in the darkness, the pain he couldn't help but cry out, and his arms now seemed to be all shattered. The bone spirit worked, but the effect was a little better, the bones of the whole arm grew together, and the pain caused by so many broken bones was unimaginable. At that moment, he thought it was pain that woke him up. Then, with a chill of fear, he realized that someone was wiping the sponge against his forehead.

"Stop!" He said loudly, and then he cried out, "Dobby! The elf's tennis eyes stared at Harry from the darkness, and a tear slipped down his long, upturned nose.

"Harry Potter is back in school," it whispered sadly, "Dobby warned Harry Potter, but he went back to school anyway." ”

"Dobby has been trying to get Harry Potter out of here since he returned to school, and today he finally had the opportunity to replace the original one with his Bludger."

"Your Bludger?" Harry was a little stunned.

But Dobby was wrong! Harry Potter's injury wasn't enough to bring him home, Dobby has to keep up the good work! ”

"Seriously injured and going home? You almost killed me! ”

"Not to kill you, sir, never!" Dobby said in horror, "Dobby just wants to save Harry Potter's life!" It's better to go home, and it's better to be seriously injured than to stay here, sir! Dobby just wants Harry to get hurt and sent home! ”

"Damn, why didn't you tell me what it was that kept Hogwarts safe for me?"

"Ah, if Harry Potter knew!" Dobby cried out in pain, more tears falling onto his worn pillowcase.

"If only he knew what he meant to us low, enslaved little people in the wizarding world! Dobby remembers when [that man] was at the pinnacle of power, sir! We elves are seen as obnoxious vermin, sir. Of course Dobby is still seen that way, sir. ”

Dobby wiped away tears with his pillowcase, "But to a large extent, since you defeated [that man], our lives have improved, Harry exists, and the power of the dark wizard has been overthrown. It's a new dawn, sir, and for those of us poor creatures who thought there would be no end to darkness, Harry Potter shines like a beacon on us, filling everything with hope! "Now, sir, at Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen or has already happened, and Dobby can't let him stay here. History is going to repeat itself, and the secret room is about to open again......" Dobby froze, too frightened to move, then quickly grabbed the kettle beside Harry's bed, slammed it on his own head, and shakily disappeared. After a while, he slowly climbed onto the bed again, his eyes met, and he muttered in a low voice: "Bad Dobby, very bad Dobby......"

"So, there's a secret room?"

"No, sir, please don't ask! Dobby won't say anything, and Dobby promises Gollum...... Bad Dobby! ”

"Stop!" Harry snatched the kettle from Dobby's hand, which was not an easy task for a man with one hand, "Gollum? Who is Gollum? Is it that he wants to kill me? ”

"No, sir, Gollum is the same pathetic creature as Dobby, he is the only house-elf who can understand Dobby, and he supports Dobby's plan to prevent Harry Potter from returning to school, because Gollum wants to completely lift the curse that imprisons house-elves from Hogwarts!"

"The curse of the house-elves?"

"Yes, sir, you should know about the Goblin Rebellion, right? It was at that time that the house-elves were officially adopted as a symbol of the ancient family, as the first house-elves were transformed by the curse of the captured elves. ”

Dobby spoke in a sad tone.

"For many years, the wizards have enslaved/enslaved us poor creatures, and only by destroying the wizards can the house-elves be truly liberated!"

Dobby looked at the sky (ceiling) like a fanatical believer, as if there was some divine presence above it.

Gollum knew that there was a secret room in Hogwarts, so he decided to start with Hogwarts, starting with underage wizards, and eliminate wizards little by little...... Definitely not Harry Potter, of course! A good wizard like Harry Potter will not be purged! ”

Harry froze, and after a few seconds, Dobby's eyes filled with fear, freed from fanatic mode.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Dobby, who talks nonsense! ”

Harry tries to stop Dobby, who is crazy and bangs his head against the wall, but the difficulty of mobility leaves him at a loss. Then Dobby froze suddenly, his bat ears twitching, and Harry heard the sound of footsteps coming down the passage.

"Dobby must go!" The elf took a breath and disappeared. Harry's fists clenched suddenly, and he lay back on his pillow. As the footsteps drew closer, his eyes were fixed on the dark doorway of the ward.

After a while, Dumbledore arrived in the ward, he was wearing a long woollen robe and a nightcap, he was carrying the head of what looked like a statue, Professor McGonagall appeared behind, carrying the thing's feet, and they put it on the bed together.

Professor McGonagall was followed by Snape, who also had a head in his hand, followed by Professor Sprout, who was carrying his feet.

"Call Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore whispered, and Professor McGonagall hurried out, and Harry lay there as if asleep.

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey leaned over a statue on the bed and asked Dumbledore in a low voice.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore, "McGonagall found him on the stairs. ”

"He's got a bunch of grapes with him," Professor McGonagall said, "and we think he's trying to sneak in to see Harry." Harry's stomach was cramping horribly.

"This one is even more daring, with a sliced roast turkey and a plate of snacks, it seems that he doesn't think much of Mr. Potter in general." Professor Sprout said, and Harry saw Snape's frown, and his heart felt even more uncomfortable.

Harry slowly and carefully propped himself up in order to see the statue on the bed, the moonlight shining on a stunned face.

One of them was Colin Creevey, his eyes wide open, his hands clasped to his chest, and his camera still clutched.

As for the other, although he didn't see the face, Harry subconsciously remembered a certain Slytherin girl.

"Petrified?" Pomfrey whispered.

"Yes," said McGonagall, "but I dare not think about it...... Who knows what would have happened if Albus hadn't happened to fetch hot chocolate......" The three of them stared at Colin before Dumbledore tended to pull the camera out of his grip.

"You don't think he took a picture of the attacker, do you?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

Dumbledore didn't answer, and he pried open the back of the camera.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Pomfrey said.

A puff of gas hissed from the camera, and Harry could smell the pungent smell of burnt plastic at a distance of three beds.

"Melted," Madam Pomfrey said in astonishment, "it was completely ......"

"What does that mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked excitedly.

"That means ......," Dumbledore paused, "the Chamber of Secrets has indeed opened again." ”

Mrs. Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hand, and Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore.

But Albus ...... Are you sure...... You must know...... Who? ”

"It's not a question of who," Dumbledore said, his eyes fixed on Colin, "the question is, how......"

Harry blurted out in excitement when he saw Professor McGonagall's confused face in the shadows, and Colin's frightened expression.

"I know!" ――

It seems that yesterday (Sunday) is not suitable for pandas and I should not travel, and it is not good to go out...... Does anyone have some comfort?