My Hogwarts Day

Meanwhile in the infirmary at Hogwarts, Harry reveled in his Quidditch victory.

Accompanied by Harry's smirk and painful groans from time to time, there was a weird atmosphere in the whole ward. If someone came here suddenly, he would be scared to death.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Harry Potter went back to school. Sure enough, something happened, and he's become a fool now." The mysterious voice whispered.

"Dobby reminded Harry Potter several times. Why didn't you heed Dobby's warning? Harry Potter missed the train, why didn't he go home?"

"Dobby? Why are you here, and I'm not stupid."

Harry propped himself up from the pillow, trying to find that nasty little figure in the dark.

It didn't take long for Harry to spot Dobby, the house-elf staring at Harry from the darkness with its large tennis-ball eyes. A single tear rolled down his long, pointed nose.

Dobby muttered under his breath, great that Harry Potter wasn't stupid.

Harry continued, "What are you doing here? How do you know I missed the train?"

Seeing Dobby's trembling lips, Harry suddenly became suspicious.

"Could it be you who did it? You sealed the partition wall and didn't let us pass!" "Zero One Zero"

"That's right, sir." Dobby said, nodding desperately, flapping his big ears, "Dobby hid nearby, waited for Harry Potter, and then sealed off the passage, after which Dobby had to burn his hands with an iron ’ 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 flew to Hogwarts by car!"

He swayed back and forth, his big, ugly head twitching.

Harry slumped back onto the pillow, it turned out that Dobby did all of this, that he was responsible for Ronald, and Mr. Weasley, who was so nice was suspended because of him.

"You almost got Ronald and I fired, and Mr. Weasley..." Harry said grumpily.

"You'd better get out of here before my bones grow, Dobby, or I'll strangle you."

Dobby was not frightened, and smiled lightly, with a rather bearish feeling about life and death.

"Dobby is used to death threats. Dobby hears them at least five times a day in the master's house.

As he spoke, he blew his nose with a corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing, looking pitiful.

The inexperienced little Harry immediately forgot the anger just now, and asked Dobby full of sympathy.

"Why are you wearing that, Dobby?"

"This, sir?" said Dobby, tugging at the pillowcase.

"It's a symbol of house-elf slavery. Dobby can only be set free when his master gives him clothes to wear. But the master's family are careful not to give Dobby even a pair of socks, sir, Because then Dobby would be free and could leave their house forever."

Dobby wiped his big bulging eyes, and said suddenly: "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would definitely...

"Your Bludger?"

Hearing this, Harry's anger flared up again.

"What do you mean, your Bludger? You're controlling the Bludger, are you trying to kill me?"

"Not to kill you, sir, definitely not to kill you!" Dobby said in horror.

"Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! As long as Harry Potter is seriously injured and sent home, he doesn't have to stay here. In contrast, Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and sent home!"

"Then I can tell you now, no matter what happens, I will stay at Hogwarts, even death cannot stop me."

Harry said firmly.

Dobby was stunned at this moment, he didn't expect Harry Potter to be so determined to stay at Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter doesn't know what he means to our house elves. Dobby must protect Harry Potter." Then he grabbed Harry's pitcher from the bedside table, smashed it on his own head, and shook Disappeared.

A second later, he slowly climbed onto the bed again, his eyes were facing each other, and he muttered in a low voice: "By the way, Hogwarts and Richard, that little wizard who is afraid of even his master, if we can find That little wizard could keep Harry Potter safe.

Hearing Richard's name from Dobby's mouth suddenly, Harry hurriedly asked.

"How do you know about Richard, what are you going to do to him?"

Dobby stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"Harry Potter knew Richard?"

"Of course, he is my good friend. During the summer vacation, I went to his house twice." Harry said proudly.

"It's no wonder that Dobby went to find Harry Potter a few times but couldn't find it. It turned out that he went to Richard's house."

"You haven't said how you know Richard, I warn you, you are not allowed to provoke Richard, he is very powerful, if you provoke Richard, he will definitely beat you to death

"It cannot be said that the master is afraid of Richard, this is the master's secret."

"Master, your master also knows about Richard? Still afraid of him?"

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby, even told the master's secret. 11

With that said, Dobby's hand reached towards the jug again, and Harry grabbed his skinny wrist.

"By the way, do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?" Even Harry shook his head after speaking, how could a house-elf know about the Chamber of Secrets?

"The Chamber of Secrets? Yes, history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again."

Harry was also shocked when he heard Dobby's words, so he really knew, and the Chamber of Secrets had been opened before?

"And what else?" Harry asked hastily [simultaneously putting the pitcher away.

Seeing that the jug was taken away, Dobby went straight to the wall, and kept hitting his head against the wall.

Harry was about to go down to stop him, when he heard a series of footsteps outside, Dobby froze suddenly, his two bat-shaped ears trembling.

"Dobby must go!" gasped the elf, terrified. There was only a loud pop and Dobby disappeared.

Harry quickly lay down on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and then quietly opened a slit, looking at the dark door of the ward, the sound of footsteps getting closer.

Immediately afterwards, Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall came into the ward, and they were carrying a statue-like thing.

"Go get Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore whispered.

Professor McGonagall hurried past Harry's bedside and walked out.

After a while Madam Pomfrey came to the ward.

"Another attack?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a low voice, leaning over the statue.

"Yes..0" said Dumbledore.

" McGonagall just happened to find him on the stairs, with a few bunches of grapes beside him, it seemed that he wanted to visit Harry, but unfortunately he was attacked.

Hearing his own name, Harry carefully raised his body a few inches so that he could see the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight shining on that stunned face turned out to be Colin.

"Will he take a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly, looking at the camera in Colin's hand.

Dumbledore pried open the back cover of the camera without answering, and a gust of hot air hissed out of the camera.

Even Harry, who was separated by three beds, could smell a pungent smell of burning plastic.

"No, it's completely melted," Dumbledore said.

"It seems that the school is no longer safe, and now it seems that the attacker is inside Hogwarts, not outside."

Both Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey gasped at Dumbledore's words.

"How is it possible, what about the school's barrier? How could this kind of monster come into the school?" Professor McGonagall whispered to Dumbledore.

"It's also impossible. The monster has always been in the castle, and it has never been there."

"What about the last attack?" McGonagall asked, puzzled.

"Last time, that student should have meant the reflection of the window, not the outside of the window." Dumbledore analyzed.

Then the three of Dumbledore walked out of the ward, talking less and less until Harry could hear nothing.

Looking at Colin not far away, Harry shed tears silently. He knew that the attack this time was all because of him, and if it wasn't for Colin who wanted to visit him, he wouldn't have been attacked.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry fell asleep with tears in his eyes.

At this time, the principal's office, the deans of the four colleges and some professors gathered here.

"This time, I want to tell you that another attack happened. A young wizard of Gryffindor was attacked and turned into petrification. Now he has been sent to the infirmary."

Several professors were very surprised at 5.0 when they heard the news.

Especially Professor Lockhart, he came here to gain his qualifications so that he could write a book by himself, who knew that Hogwarts is so dangerous now.

But wouldn’t it be too much of a loss if I quit now, I still need to engage in a wave of activities to earn a wave of popularity.” Lockhart turned his eyes and thought of a way.

"Professor Dumbledore, anyway, the little wizards are fine at night. They are in the restless period of youth. It is easy to avoid the professor's secret night tour. Otherwise, we will start a dueling club. On the one hand, they will consume their energy, and on the other hand, they will also strengthen them." The ability to respond to danger, of course, as the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, let me host it."

Hearing Lockhart's suggestion, Dumbledore nodded insignificantly. Although this Lockhart has no strength at all, he has a good brain. This idea is indeed feasible, and it happens to be able to train Harry.

With Dumbledore's approval, Lockhart's idea was approved, and it was confirmed that Lockhart would host it, with Snape assisting.

Although Snape was not very happy to be Lockhart's assistant, becoming a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts had always been his wish, but Dumbledore had always disagreed, and now this club allowed him to get his wish to a certain extent. .