Madam Pomfrey holds a large bottle with the label "Bone Spirit" on it. "It's been a tough night," she said, pouring out a steaming glass and handing it to Harry, "It's hard to have long bones. ”

It's hard enough to drink raw bones. It burned in Harry's mouth and down his throat, causing Harry to cough and spit. Madam Pomfrey stepped back, still smacking her lips, complaining that the sport was too dangerous and that the teachers were too incompetent. Ron fed Harry a few mouthfuls of water.

"But we won," Ron said, a smile on his face, "thanks to you for catching the Golden Snitch." Malfoy's expression...... He looks like he wants to kill!"

"I really want to know who did something to that Bludger." Hermione said angrily. "Could it be Malfoy?"

Charon shook his head, "Absolutely not, it's so difficult to cast spells silently while riding a broomstick, I can't do it, let alone that self-righteous idiot." I just scanned the whole scene, but I didn't find the mastermind behind it! ”

Just then, the door to the ward suddenly opened, and the Gryffindor team members came to see Harry. One by one, they were covered in mud, 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.

After a long, long time, Harry suddenly woke up, and it was pitch black all around. He cried out in pain: now there seemed to be countless large splinters in his arm. At first, he thought it was his arm that woke him up, and then, to his horror, he realized to the horror that someone was wiping his forehead with a sponge in the dark.

"Go away!" He exclaimed, and then, he recognized, "Dobby!"

The house-elf stared at Harry in the darkness with two large, tennis ball-like eyes. A teardrop rolled down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly, "Dobby reminded Harry Potter several times. Ah, sir, why don't you heed Dobby's warning? Harry Potter didn't catch the train, so why don't you go home?"

Harry propped himself up from the pillow and pushed Dobby's sponge away.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, "How do you know I didn't catch the train?" Dobby's lips trembled, and Harry became suspicious.

"It's you!" He said slowly, "You sealed the wall and didn't let us pass!"

"Exactly, sir." Dobby said, nodding desperately, flapping his big ears, "Dobby hid next to him, waited for Harry Potter, and then sealed the passage, and afterwards Dobby had to use an iron to burn his own hands-"

He showed Harry his ten long, bandaged fingers, "—but Dobby doesn't care, sir, Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now, and Dobby never dreamed that Harry Potter would go the other way to school!"

He swayed back and forth, his ugly head swinging.

"When Dobby heard that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts, he was so shocked that he burned his master's dinner! What a whipping, I haven't experienced it before, sir......"

Harry slumped back onto his pillow.

"You almost got Ron and me fired," he said irritably, "You'd better get out of my way before my bones grow, Dobby, or I'll strangle you." ”

Dobby smiled faintly. "Dobby is used to the threat of death. Dobby hears it five times a day at home. ”

He blew his nose from the corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing, and it looked pitiful, and Harry felt his anger subside involuntarily.

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

"This, sir?" Dobby said, tugging at his pillowcase, "This symbolizes the slavery status of the house-elves, sir." Dobby can only be set free when Dobby's master gives him clothes to wear. The house was very careful to enter, and he didn't even give Dobby a pair of socks, sir, because then Dobby would be free and leave their house forever. ”

Dobby wiped his big bulging eyes and suddenly said, "Harry Potter must go 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 wants Harry Potter to get a little injured and be sent home!"

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

"Ah, I wish Harry Potter knew!" Dobby groaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase. "If only he knew what he meant to us lowly, enslaved little people in the wizarding world! Dobby hasn't forgotten when the Adversary was at his most powerful, sir! People treat us house-elves like pests, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby like that, sir. He admitted, wiping his face from his pillowcase.

"But overall, since you defeated the demon whose name you can't even mention, our lives have improved dramatically. 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 already 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-"

Dobby froze, frightened, grabbed Harry's jug from his bedside table, smashed it on his own head, and staggered away. A second later, he slowly climbed onto the bed again, his eyes met, and he muttered in a low voice, "Bad Dobby, very bad, very bad Dobby......"

"So, there's a secret room?" Harry whispered, "And- you said it had been opened before?" Tell me, Dobby!"

Dobby's hand reached for the jug again, and Harry grabbed his skinny wrist. "But I'm not Muggle-born—how could the Chamber of Secrets be a danger to me?"

"Ah, sir, don't ask any more, don't ask poor Dobby." The elf stammered, eyes as big as brass bells in the dark. "There's a conspiracy here, and while it's happening, Harry. Potter must not stay here. Come home, Harry Potter. Go home. Harry Potter must not meddle in this, sir, it's too dangerous—"

"Who the hell are you?" A figure flashed out of the darkness, it was Charon. He was hiding here, and today Harry was injured and completely helpless, and if the mastermind behind it was going to do it, this was the best time to choose.

"Who's that, Dobby?" Harry said, while holding Dobby's wrist firmly to prevent him from hitting himself in the head with a jug.

"Who is your master? Who opened the Chamber of Secrets? Who opened it last time?" Charon also asked.

"Dobby can't say, sir, Dobby can't say, Dobby definitely can't say!" The elf screamed. "Come home, Harry Potter, go home—"

Dobby froze suddenly, his bat-like ears trembling. Footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside.

"Dobby must go!" The elf gasped. There was only a loud popping sound, and Harry's fist suddenly loosened, leaving only air inside, and the elf disappeared into thin air.

Charon stood beside Harry's bedside and said thoughtfully, "Harry, my mind has been misguided. I thought it was all done by a man behind it, but I didn't expect this elf to mess around in it. Looks like someone else opened the secret room!"

Harry's mind was dizzy, and he hadn't quite figured it out yet.

At this moment, Dumbledore was wearing a long woolen dressing gown and nightcap, and he and Professor McGonagall carried a sculptural object and carefully placed it on the bed. Charon hurriedly hid.

"Call Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore whispered, and Professor McGonagall hurried past Harry's bedside and walked out. Harry lay motionless, pretending to be asleep. He heard someone speak eagerly, and Professor McGonagall hurried in again, followed by Madam Pomfrey, who had put a jacket over her pajamas. Harry heard a gasp.

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a whisper, leaning over to examine the statue. "Another attack," Dumbledore said, "McGonagall found him on the stairs. ”

"He's got a bunch of grapes with him," Professor McGonagall said, "and we guess he wanted to sneak out here to see Potter." ”。

Harry's stomach twitched hard. Slowly, carefully, he lifted his body a few inches so that he could see the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight fell on the stunned face.

It's Colin Creevey. His eyes were wide open, his hands were stretched out to his chest, and he held his camera.