Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 60: It’s a mistake

　　 It was Dobby the house elf of the Malfoy family. Before school started this semester, he tried to cause trouble for Harry and prevent him from coming to Hogwarts.

　　 includes smashing the guests invited by Uncle Harry with cake pudding, and also using magic to seal the pillar to the Hogwarts train station.

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

　　Here, only Maca still vaguely remembered that Dobby the house elf was just out of good intentions and didn't want Harry to be in danger. If nothing happens, Harry's arm would break next, but he didn't want to interfere with it at all.

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

　　 And at this moment, it was the moment that the violent wandering ball hit Harry and smashed him from the air to the ground.

　　The game is over. Harry caught the Golden Snitch in the last second, but everyone is paying attention to his injury on the ground.

　　 Quidditch court soon filled with people.

　　 "Don't worry, Harry. I'm about to heal your arm." Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindor students who were gathered around anxiously.

　　 "No!" Harry said, "Just let it be like this, thank you..."

　　 He wants to sit up, but his arm hurts so much. He heard a familiar clicking sound nearby.

　　 "I don't want to take photos like this, Colin." He said loudly.

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

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

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

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

　　 has always been a little inferior, and he has always had a very mixed feeling about his friend Maca.

　　 To be honest, he is actually a little jealous of this good friend. But the longer the time, the bigger the gap, so that he didn't even have time to think about whether he should be jealous of Maca.

　　 When school started, when he learned of Maca's achievements in potions, deep down in his heart, only the emotion of being happy for his best friend was left.

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

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

　　 Just now, when he saw Maca holding his wand, when he saw Harry drop the flying broomstick, he smelled a betrayal.

　　Maca’s behavior this semester is undoubtedly abnormal, and this abnormal breath has spread among his acquaintances.

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

　　 But unlike Ron's idea, Hermione, who has a deeper understanding of magic, has more worries in her heart.

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

　　 To be honest, it's not the first time she thinks this way.

　　 When Maca’s behavior was abnormal, she immediately thought of the Philosopher’s Stone incident last semester—she was the only one who saw Maca’s last look.

　　 Although she was still very confused at the time, according to the situation of this semester, she thought that the possibility of Maca being controlled by black magic was really great.

　　 I have to say that Hermione’s guess is very close to the facts. But no matter how close, he guessed wrong after all.

　　……

　　 Harry's hand was broken, and Lockhart cast a spell again, which made it even more miserable—the entire forearm bones were gone!

　　 sticks out from his sleeve, like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers, but there was no response.

Ms. Pomfrey in the 　　 school hospital is obviously very upset.

　　 The bone that could be connected in a few seconds, now it can grow out with the "Bone Spirit". The taste of long bones is uncomfortable.

　　 "...At least you caught the Golden Snitch." Ron's voice was muffled, but at least he was comforting Harry.

　　 Hermione, who was also standing next to the bed, also nodded, but apparently didn't seem to be in a good mood.

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

　　 "...no need to ask." "Are you really going to ask?"

　　Ron and Hermione thought in their hearts almost at the same time, but the meaning contained in it was totally different.

　　 But the same thing is that neither of them has the meaning of saying what's in their hearts for the time being.

　　 Just then, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and the members of the Gryffindor team came to see Harry. One by one, they were muddy, and they looked like a chicken.

　　 "Harry, you fly so good," George said, "I saw Marcus yelling at Malfoy just now. The golden snitch is on top of his head, and he can't see it. Marl. Fu looks unhappy."

　　The team members brought cakes, candies and a few bottles of pumpkin juice.

　　 They were gathered around Harry’s bed and were about to have a very happy party, but Mrs. Pomfrey roared and rushed in, "This kid needs a rest. He has 33 bones to grow! Get out! Get out!"

　　 So Harry was left alone in the ward, and there was nothing to distract him. I only felt the pain in my limp arm like a knife cut.

　　 It took a long time before he fell asleep in a daze.

　　 But in the middle of the night, Harry was awakened by the house elf Dobby—the little guy was rubbing Harry's forehead with a sponge.

　　 When Harry knew that Dobby had sealed the wall, he felt a burst of anger. But when Dobby shook his head to show that he was used to the threat, the pitiful appearance made Harry's anger involuntarily subside.

　　 Dobby blows his nose with the corner of the dirty pillowcase he wears, but smiles faintly on his face.

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

　　 "Is this, sir?" Dobby said, pulling at the pillowcase, "This symbolizes the status of a slave to the house elves."

　　"Sir, Dobby can be free only when Dobby’s master dresses him. The family members are very careful not to give Dobby a pair of socks. Sir, because in that case, Dobby will If you are free, you will leave their home forever."

　　 Dobby wiped his big raised eyes, and suddenly said, "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought that his roaming ball would definitely be able to—"

　　 "Your roaming ball?" Harry asked, and his anger jumped again. "What do you mean, your roaming ball? Did you let that roaming ball hit me to death?" "

　　 "It's not killing you, sir, it's definitely not killing you!" Dobby said in horror, "Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! He was seriously injured and sent home, and he stayed here. Strong, sir. Dobby only hopes that Harry Potter will be slightly injured and then sent home!"

　　 "Oh, is this?" Harry asked angrily, "I guess you probably wouldn't tell me why you want me to be sent home to pieces, do you?"

　　 "Ah, I hope Harry Potter knows!" Dobby groaned, and more tears rolled onto his tattered pillowcase. "I wish he knew that he was humbled by us in the magical world. What does it mean to be a enslaved little person!"

　　"Dobby has not forgotten the situation when the power of the demon who can't even mention the name was the strongest, sir! People treat us house elves like pests, sir! Of course, they still treat so much. Than, sir."

　　 He wiped his face on the pillowcase and continued.

　　" In general, since you defeated the demon who can’t even mention the name, the lives of our little characters have improved a lot. Harry Potter survived, the magic of the evil demon It is 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, at Hogwarts, terrible things are about to happen, maybe they have already happened~IndoMTL.com~Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the secret room is opened again ——"

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

　　 Not long after, there seemed to be some movement outside, and Dobby left in a panic by magic.

　　If Maca was here, he would definitely keep this scene in his heart. This is Hogwarts, and there are creatures that can leave out of thin air with magic. This is a topic worthy of research.

　　Maca is obviously not here. Not long ago, he was observing the occurrence of the second petrochemical incident.

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

　　He is wearing a long woolen dressing gown and a nightcap. He held one end of a sculptural object with both hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall also appeared, lifting the thing's foot. They put it on the bed together.

　　 is Colin Crevy, the first-year freshman who always takes pictures with a camera everywhere, and an admirer of Harry. His eyes were wide open, hands stretched across his chest, holding his camera.

　　 "Is it petrified?" Madam Pomfrey asked in a low voice.

　　 "Yes," Professor McGonagall said, "I shudder when I think of it...If it wasn't for Albus who happened to come downstairs to serve hot chocolate, who would know what would happen..."

　　 The three people looked at Colin intently.

　　 "The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again." Dumbledore said slowly.

　　Mrs. Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hand. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore blankly.

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

　　 "Who is the problem," Dumbledore said, keeping his eyes on Colin, "The problem is, how did you open it."