"I think this compound stuff is a bit of a hanging," Ron said, frowning, "What if we become three Slytherins and never get back?"

"The effect will wear off after a while," Hermione said, waving her hand impatiently, "but it's hard to get the recipe." Snape said that in a book called Potions, it must have been in the forbidden section of the library. ”

There is only one way to borrow a book from a forbidden area: get a handwritten slip from a teacher. "There's no reason for us to borrow that book," Ron said, "because we're not going to make those potions." ”

"I think," said Hermione, "that might be a little hopeful if we pretend to be interested in this theory......"

"Oh yes, the teachers won't be fooled so easily," Ron said, "unless they're stupid to the core......"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Charon interrupted the three of them, and the three of them became more and more interested in this stupid plan, "You are not allowed to do such a dangerous thing, if you really doubt Malfoy, I will use the Ecstasy Trick on him as I did last time when the little dragon did it, and say whatever I ask him!" ”

Charon had just finished saying that something was wrong, and he remembered Hermione's angry eyes, "Wow, my God, I didn't tell Hermione about this!"

Harry and Ron gloated, meaning that no matter what they were doing, they would keep it a secret!

"You've been hiding it from me from beginning to end!" Hermione's eyes were full of anger, "How dare you cast a spell on your classmates!" Do you know what that means, you've violated the school rules at least ten times! ”

"Alright, Hermione," Charon tried to reassure Hermione, "we couldn't do anything at the time, and the matter worked out. ”

"Yes," Ron said, "Charon only violated the school rules ten times, and your plan was to violate the school rules fifty times!" ”

"You-" Hermione choked on Ron's words.

"Alright, don't be angry." Charon softly reassured Hermione, "I admit my mistake and promise that I will never hide anything from you in the future." Okay? ”

Hermione's face flushed slightly, and she accepted Charon's apology.

"That's it," Charon thought for a moment and came up with a feasible solution, "since you suspect Malfoy, this is also very easy to do, I get along with him day and night, and I have spells to listen to his heart, so I can monitor him." Hermione, don't make any polyjuice potion. All right? ”

It was a good idea, Hermione thought about it and agreed, and Harry and Ron naturally had no reason to object.

Truth be told, it wasn't a good job to spy on Malfoy, who slandered and insulted Harry with vicious sarcasm behind his back, and sometimes scolded Ron and Hermione in passing. Even Charon was cursed by him from time to time. When Charon showed the recordings to everyone, several of them were so angry that they rushed to the Slytherin common room, pulled Malfoy out and beat him up, tearing his foul mouth apart.

The eavesdropping continued for a week or so, and Hermione, Harry, and Ron had to announce that Malfoy was not behind it, and although he was also extremely hateful, he didn't know who had opened the Chamber of Secrets, and instead thought it was Harry who had done it. Things fell into a state of no trace for a while.

In the blink of an eye, the Quidditch tournament of the school year has begun again.

Eleven o'clock was approaching. It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the air. As the players walked out onto the field in their bright red Gryffindor uniforms, they were greeted by a cacophony of voices. Mostly cheering, as both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, but the Slytherin boos and cheers of the crowd could also be heard.

Lady Hodge, the Quidditch referee, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and they glared at each other menacingly, clenching each other's hands unnecessarily tightly.

"Listen to my whistle," said Mrs. Hooch, "three-two-one-"

The crowd was in a roar as they took off, and the fourteen members of the team jumped into the lead-gray sky together.

Harry flew taller than all the team members, squinting and looking around, looking for the Golden Snitch. Just then, a heavy black Bludger suddenly flew towards him; He narrowly dodged it, feeling the ball ruffle his hair as it flew by.

At first, everyone thought it was an accident, but Charon soon realized that something was wrong, and the Bludger seemed to be chasing Harry.

Charon saw George hit the Bludger hard at Derian Pusey, but the Bludger changed direction and flew straight towards Harry. Harry ducked down to dodge, and George slammed it down on Malfoy. However, like a spinning dart, Bludger spun around again and went straight to Harry's head.

Harry sped up and swooped to the other end of the field. Bludger whizzed after him. The Bludger seemed to be magnetically attracted around Harry, chasing him again and again, and Harry had to flee as fast as he could.

The situation on the field was very critical, but Harry was stubborn and insisted on continuing under the attack of Bludger, and had no intention of leaving the field at all. His teammates had to help him as best they could. However, time has passed in a flash, and Charon's side has not yet found the perpetrator, and Harry has already had an accident.

Harry ascended higher and higher to avoid the Bludger, turning and spinning, turning sharply, spiraling upwards, and then going around in a zigzag pattern. The wild Bludger was bulky and couldn't change direction as quickly as he did. He began to fly around the edge of the arena like a ring pulley, spinning rapidly in the air, Bludger chasing after him, just a few feet away. Just then, he saw the Golden Snitch, which made him forget about Bludger for a moment.

This time, he paused for a little too long. The Bludger finally hit him, slamming into his elbow, and Harry felt his arm snap all at once. A burning pain that made him feel a little dizzy, and he slid to one side on the rain-soaked broomstick, one leg still hooked to the broom, his right hand dangling unconsciously beside his body. Bludger launched a second attack at him, this time aiming at his face. Harry jerked away from his original direction, a single thought firmly in his already dull mind, and the uninjured hand let go of the broom and reached out to grab it fiercely; He felt his fingers grip the icy golden snitch, but since he was now holding the broomstick between his two legs, he fell straight to the ground.

There was a thud, and the water splashed, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off his broomstick. His arm was dangling there at a very strange angle. In a sharp pain, the Golden Snitch was firmly in his uninjured hand.

"Aha," he said vaguely, "we won." Then he fainted.

Charon jumped from his seat and ran towards Harry, Hermione and Ron following him.

As he was about to arrive, Lockhart was pulling out his wand, intending to heal Harry's arm. Charon hurriedly stopped and shouted, "Stop, Professor Lockhart, stop!" ”

"No problem," Lockhart said with a big smile, "it's a simple spell I've used countless times. ”

"Don't—don't—" Harry and Charon stopped him, but Lockhart was already spinning his wand. A second later, he aimed his wand at Harry's arm.

"Damn!" Charon still couldn't stop the stupid guy's self-righteousness. Harry's arm didn't hurt anymore, but it didn't look like an arm at all. Sticking out of his sleeve looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers, but nothing happened. Lockhart didn't pick up Harry's bones. He took all the bones off.

"Ha," Lockhart explained, still in a huff, "yes, yes, it happens sometimes. But the point is that the bones are already connected. This is something to remember. Alright, Harry, let's go to the hospital—ah, Mr. Hill, can you accompany him? Madam Pomfrey could—oh—give Harry another fix. ”

Charon was so angry that he was speechless, no matter how the other party was his professor, he couldn't start fighting. Charon cursed in his heart, and together with Ron, he carried poor Harry to the hospital to find Madam Pomfrey, who was also very unhappy to see Harry's condition.

"You should come to me directly!" She huffed, holding up the poor, lifeless plaything, which had been a moving arm just half an hour ago. "I can connect the bones in a second—but I'm going to have to make them grow back—"

"You will too, will you?" Harry asked urgently.

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

The curtains around Harry's hospital bed were closed, Ron helped him change into his pajamas, and Hermione waited outside. It took a lot of work for them to tuck that rubbery, boneless arm into their sleeves.

"How are you still protecting Lockhart, huh, Hermione?" Ron pulled Harry's limp fingers out of his cuffs one by one as he exclaimed through the curtain, "If Harry wants to take the bones off, he'll bring it up himself."

"Everybody makes mistakes," Hermione said, "and my arm doesn't hurt anymore." Isn't it, Harry?".

"It doesn't hurt," Harry said, "but it can't do anything. He swung his legs to the bed, his arms swinging limply.

"Alright," said Charon, angrily, "that Lockhart guy is an idiot, and you're going to be an idiot if you do it again!" ”