Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

It was Dalby, a Malfoy's domestic elf, who tried to cause Harry trouble before he could start this semester so that he could not come to Hogwarts.

Including the guests invited by Uncle Harry with cake pudding, and the post which was magically sealed to Hogwarts train station.

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

Here, only Maca still vaguely remembers that this domestic elf was more than just a good intention and didn't want Harry to be involved. If nothing happened, Harry's arm would break, but he didn't want to interfere at all.

But he couldn't predict it. At this time, he held his wand to zoom in, not only was Ron glanced at him from time to time, even Hermione had noticed.

At this moment, it was the moment when the runaway ball hit Harry and hit him from the air.

The game was over. Harry caught the golden robber in the last second, but what everyone is paying attention to now is that he was injured on the ground.

The Quidditch stadium was quickly crowded.

不要 "Don't worry, Harry. I'm about to arm you," Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindor students anxiously gathered around him.

"No!" Harry said, "Let it be so good, thank you ..."

He wanted to sit up, but his arm hurt too much. He heard a familiar clicking sound beside him.

"I don't want to take such pictures, Colin." He exclaimed.

躺 "Lie down, Harry," Lockhart comforted him. "It's a simple spell, and I've used it countless times."

"Why can't I go directly to the hospital?" Harry said, gritting his teeth.

He looked around, but he didn't find Ron, not even Hermione. In fact, they didn't run far, they stood outside the crowd!

Ron looked at Maca's departing back from a distance, the expression on his face was very tangled.

He has always been a little inferior, and he has always had a very complicated mood for his friend Maca.

To be honest, he is actually a little jealous of this good friend. But the longer the gap grew, the more he didn't even have time to consider whether he should be jealous of Maca.

开 When he learned about Maca ’s achievements on potions at the beginning of school, deep down in his heart, there was only the emotion of being happy for his close friend.

Although he didn't even notice this series of psychological changes, it is undoubtedly a qualitative change of friendship.

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

But just now, when he saw Maca holding his wand, when he saw Harry falling from the broomstick, he smelled a betrayal.

Mi Ma's behavior this semester is undoubtedly abnormal, and this abnormal atmosphere has spread among his acquaintances.

Not far behind Ron, Hermione was still looking at Maca's figure.

But unlike Ron's idea, Hermione, who has a deeper understanding of magic, was more worried.

"Is Maca ... controlled by black magic?"

To be honest, this is not the first time she thought so.

玛 When Maca's behavior was abnormal, she immediately thought of the Sorcerer's Stone incident last semester-she was the only one who saw Maca's last expression.

Although she was still confused at the time, according to the situation of this semester, she thinks that Maca is very likely to be controlled by the black magic.

I had to say that Hermione's guess was very close to the facts. But no matter how close it was, it was still wrong.

Uh ...

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

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

Mrs. Pomfrey at the High School Hospital was clearly upset.

The bones that only took a few seconds to connect can now be grown with the "bone spirit". Long bones can be uncomfortable.

"... At least you caught the golden robber." Ron was muffled, but at least comforted Harry.

敏 Hermione, who was also standing next to the bed, nodded, but she obviously didn't feel well.

"After we drink the compound decoction, we can ask Malfoy why he did it." Harry said, pouring his head over his head, "I hope the compound decoction tastes better than this stuff ... ... "

"... no need to ask." "Do you really want to ask?"

Ron and Hermione thought in their hearts almost simultaneously, but the meaning contained in them was quite different.

But the same thing is that neither of them has the meaning to say what they have said for the time being.

在 At this moment, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and the members of the Gryffindor team came to see Harry. They were all muddy and looked like chickens.

"Harry, you're awesome," George said. "I just saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy. He said he couldn't see any golden flying thief above his head. Malfoy looked Not very happy. "

The puppets brought cakes, sweets and a few bottles of pumpkin juice.

They were around Harry's bed, about to have a very happy party. Madam Pomfrey snarled and rushed in. "This child needs rest. He has thirty-three bones! Go out! Go out!"

Alas, Harry was left alone in the ward and there was nothing to distract him. I just felt the soft arm hurt like a knife.

It took him a long time to fall asleep.

But late at night, Harry was awakened by the domestic elf Dobby--the little guy was rubbing Harry's forehead with a sponge.

哈 When Harry knew that Dobby had sealed the wall, he felt a rage. But when Dobby shook his head to show that he was accustomed to the threat, the poor look made Harry's anger involuntarily subside.

Dumbledore blew his nose off the corner of his dirty pillowcase, but smiled slightly on his face.

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

"Is this, sir?" Dobby said, pulling the pillowcase. "This symbolizes the slave status of a domestic elf."

"Sir, Dobby will be free only when the owner of Dobby wears his clothes. The people in the family are very careful not to give Dobby a pair of socks. Sir, because then, Dobby will be free, I'll leave their home forever. "

Dobby wiped his bulging eyes and suddenly said, "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought he could make his walking ball--"

"Your walking ball?" Harry asked, and his anger flew up again. "What do you mean, your walking ball? Did you let that walking ball hit me?"

"I didn't hit you, sir, definitely not you!" Dobby said in horror. "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! It is better than being sent home after being seriously injured, sir. .Dobby just hopes that Harry Potter is slightly injured and then sent home! "

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

"Ah, I hope Harry Potter knows!" Dobby groaned, more tears falling on his tattered pillowcase, "I wish he knew that he was so humble and indifferent to us in the magic world. What does it mean to be a slave! "

"Dobby did not forget the situation when the power of the devil who couldn't even mention his name was the most powerful, sir! People treat us as domestic pests, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby like that, sir. . "

As he wiped his face on the pillowcase, he continued.

"But in general, the lives of our little characters have improved a lot since you defeated that devil who couldn't even mention his name. Harry Potter survived and the magic of the evil devil was broken This is a new beginning, sir. For those of us who think the dark days will never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope, sir ... "

"Now in Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, maybe it has already happened ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself and the Chamber of Secrets is opened again— — "

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

It wasn't long before, there seemed to be something outside, and Dobby left in a panic with magic.

If Maca is here, he will remember this scene firmly in his heart. This is Hogwarts. There are actually creatures that can leave by magic, which is a very worthwhile subject.

Obviously, Komaka was not here. Not long ago, he was watching the second petrochemical event.

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

He was wearing a long wool dressing gown and a night cap. He held one end of a sculptural thing in his hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall also appeared, holding the thing's feet. They put it on the bed together.

I was Colin Creevey, the first-year freshman who always loves to take pictures with his camera, Harry's admirer. He opened his eyes wide, reached his hands over his chest, and held his camera.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey whispered.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall said, "I shudder when I think of it ... if Albus didn't happen to come downstairs to bring hot chocolate, who knows what would happen ..."

Three people looked at Colin intently.

"The secret room has indeed been opened again," Dumbledore said slowly.

夫人 Mrs. Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hands. Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore.

"But Albus ... you must know ... who?"

"Who isn't the problem," Dumbledore stared at Colin and said, "the problem is, how to open it."