A ruined Hogwarts

"I'm not the heir of Slytherin at all!"

Harry muttered angrily on the way back to the common room. Many of the little wizards he met along the way scurried away with pale faces, and no one dared to come within two or three meters of him.

"Judging from the blood relationship, you might actually be the heir of Slytherin." Owen, who was also being stared at with strange eyes, added fuel to the fire with an indifferent expression, causing Harry's face to turn red.

"Those people are just jealous, what do they do?" Draco said arrogantly, "But they dare to say that I am your follower?" He glanced at Harry, who had an angry face, with disgust. This guy is just his follower. Are those people blind?

"Harry, are you really not the heir?" Blaise Zabini crossed his shoulders and squinted at Harry, tutting.

"I told you I'm not!" Harry grabbed his hair, "How could I hurt Hermione?" He was glad that his friends in the study group didn't alienate him, but he really didn't want to explain it over and over again.

"I believe you can't do such a thing..." Daphne nodded seriously. Having been with Harry for so long, she thought she could see clearly what kind of person he was, unless he was really good at acting... She looked at Harry secretly and shook her head slightly.

"Actually, it's better that you are the heir of Slytherin, so we don't have to worry." Pansy Parkinson lifted the hair from her ears, looking slightly disappointed, "The current heir is simply a lunatic... ..." She glanced at Draco worriedly.

"Let me tell you, that's not a bad thing, Harry. You'll find out later." Blaise raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

The slippery stone wall cracked an entrance, and the group entered the warm and dry common room. The surroundings fell into silence for an instant, and the sound of the rippling lake water outside the window could be clearly heard.

"Oh, isn't this the heir of Slytherin? I think a bundle of fireworks needs to be set off for the heir." A burst of harmless cheers came, followed by more echoes. For most of the little wizards in Slytherin, becoming the heir is a cool thing, and even attracts the admiration of many people.

"Tell me, Harry, who are you going to attack next time? In fact, I don't mind giving you some advice..."

"I don't think we should be too hasty. We should avoid the limelight during this period. Dumbledore is not a vegetarian."

"Harry, nice to meet you. I'm in sixth grade... Ouch, don't squeeze me..."

"Do you need me to look out for you?"

"I'm not the heir..." Harry's explanation was drowned in the commotion. He held his forehead weakly. Although he was happy that the Slytherin classmates did not fear and dislike him because of this, and even now he seemed to be more popular, this situation was also very troublesome.

He finally got rid of the group of people surrounding him and returned to the dormitory, but for the first time he received a favor from his dormitory Theodore Nott. For more than a year, Theodore's attitude towards Harry has always been indifferent, neither getting close nor provoking, but today he gave Harry an alchemy book for the first time.

Harry refused to no avail, holding the heavy book in his hand in a daze, watching the pale and thin boy slowly walk out of the dormitory as if sleepwalking.

"Hahaha, I thought Theodore could be more reserved for a while." Draco laughed, holding his stomach.

"Well, after all, no one wants to be disliked by the heir and be attacked by some scale-covered servant he keeps in the secret room." Owen said with a smile.

"Damn heir..." Harry slapped the book in his hand on the table, grinding his teeth in anger. Damn Voldemort!

"By the way, Dobby may know some inside information!" He suddenly said, "Draco, can you call Dobby over?"

"Okay." Draco stamped his foot and called "Dobby."

With a loud popping sound, the house elf wearing a torn pillowcase appeared next to Draco. After bowing deeply to him, he raised his head and looked at the three of them.

After seeing Harry, Dobby's glass-ball-like eyes flashed with excitement, but after seeing Owen who was smiling but not smiling, his expression suddenly turned frightened, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?" Owen asked softly.

"No...no! Dobby is not afraid! Dobby will protect the young master and Harry Potter!" Dobby's bat-like ears stood up in fear, and he raised a slender finger to point at Owen , said in a sharp voice.

Melete jumped up on the table, tilted her head curiously and looked at him with her golden eyes, her tail swaying slightly behind her.

"Dobby, don't be nervous. Owen won't hurt us, nor will he hurt you." Seeing the increasingly sinister smile on Owen's face, Harry kicked him secretly under the table angrily, and quickly He reassured. He had nothing to say to Owen, who was so evil that he could scare even simple house elves.

Owen instantly put away his scary smile and looked at Dobby calmly with his hand on his chin.

"But...but Dobby saw him secretly meeting with the Weasley boy on the eighth floor a few days ago!" Dobby said sharply, "That Weasley boy who attacked you! Dobby, look That day he knocked the boy down and recited a magic spell on him!"

Harry and Draco were both stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Owen at the same time.

Owen stroked the edge of the table thoughtfully. It seemed that Dobby didn't know that Tom's diary was in his hand? This will make it much easier to pass the time.

He said calmly: "You only saw me meeting Ron Weasley, but didn't you see that I also met the Weasley twins alone?"

"In fact, I have been tracing the whereabouts of that crown. I am very curious about that magic item." Owen said slowly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "After all, it almost fell into my hands. So, I Time has been in contact with several people from the Weasley family, trying to find some clues, and knocking out Ron Weasley was also to check for any abnormalities on him..."

He blinked his left eye mischievously: "Anyway, it's easier and more crude to knock him out, right? Although I didn't notice anything strange."

"That's too dangerous, Owen." Harry said disapprovingly, "You didn't even tell me!" That crown was most likely related to Voldemort. Owen knew that, but he still took the risk to investigate... As expected, he felt Yes, Owen is not ordinary reckless. Why didn't the Sorting Hat sort him into Gryffindor in the first place?

"Don't you think about the possibility that you might be attacked or controlled like Weasley? Then not only you, but Draco, me and other members of the study group will be in danger because of this." Harry pushed. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and stared at Owen like Professor Snape, "You are like a brainless Gryffindor!"

Owen blinked silently. Even so, why was it so inconsistent to hear Harry say this?

"Next time you want to do this again, I hope you can take me with you. Even if you think I can't help, I can hide and guard you to prevent you from falling silently. "Harry didn't doubt that Owen had been controlled, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have noticed it yesterday. He didn't even believe that Owen in a sober state would be harmful to him. After all, Owen had saved him many times.

"You know, this matter...has a lot to do with me." Harry paused and said. Voldemort's business was his business, and he would kill Voldemort no matter what.

"Well, I will." Owen nodded seriously, as if he had made up his mind. But Harry had been with Owen for a long time, and instinctively felt that this guy was perfunctory.

It seems that I have to keep a closer eye on Owen in the future... Harry nodded with a deep expression. He was a little tired, having a reckless friend was really a headache.

"I want to know, what is a crown?" Draco looked at the two of them with a confused expression. They actually kept themselves in the dark? When Harry talked about this in the study group before, Draco and the others didn't listen.

"Then it's a long story." Harry didn't bother to say it for the time being, but looked at Dobby and said: "Dobby, Owen will not harm us. You must have misunderstood him..." He spent his time It took a long time to convince Dobby that Owen was not a bad person and would not hurt him.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Owen Shafik." Dobby bowed deeply to Owen, his long and thin nose almost touching the floor. His eyes as big as tennis balls were filled with tears, and he sobbed: "Dobby put the young master and Harry Potter's friends in danger because of his misunderstanding, bad Dobby..."

As he spoke, he hit his head on the table leg, then held the table leg with both hands and hit it hard, accompanied by screams.

"Stop, stop! Dobby!" Harry shouted several times, but the table still shook violently as if it was about to collapse.

"Dobby, I order you to stop!" Draco was hit on his foot by a thick book that slipped from the table. He jumped in pain and shouted angrily.

Only then did Dobby stop, crawling out from under the table with his face full of snot and tears, his ugly features wrinkled up.

"I don't blame you, Dobby." Owen said softly, then smiled slightly, "As long as you don't deliberately leave me behind when you save someone next time..."

"Oh! Thank you for your forgiveness!" said Dobby sharply, bending deeply, and then murmured in a very small voice: "The great and kind Harry Potter, his friends are also kind, Dobby is a very, very bad person..."

"Dobby, you seem to have known that Hogwarts was in danger?" Harry finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most. He looked at Dobby nervously.

Dobby's muttering stopped for a moment. He looked at Harry in horror, then at Draco, and suddenly began to tremble all over. He screamed, picked up Harry's thick book that fell on the floor and hit his head hard.

"Dobby! Stop!" Harry grabbed Dobby's skinny wrist, almost lifting the thin house elf up, and then took the thick book out of the other man's hand with difficulty. "Tell me, what do you know?"

The house elf shook his head vigorously, his ears snapping loudly. There was such deep fear and pleading in his eyes that Harry was stunned for a moment.

Owen squinted at this scene. He knew that what Dobby did privately was a completely idiotic act. Once the Malfoys find out, one can imagine the fate of a disloyal house elf.

Just when Harry was despondently planning to let Dobby go and no longer expect to get news from him, Draco suddenly spoke. He glared at Dobby and said slowly: "Dobby, I order you to tell everything you know!"

Dobby let out a long wail, but could not resist the young master's order. For him, Lucius, the head of the Malfoy family, is the big master, and Draco is the little master, both of whom he must obey. Only when the orders of the two conflict, he will only obey the orders of the big master. . But obviously, Lucius did not specifically ask Dobby not to reveal this matter to his young master.

Dobby said calmly: "Master, when Dobby was cleaning the house... he heard... the master... the master planned to put something... a dangerous thing into Hogwarts..." After finishing speaking, Finally, he sobbed and blew his nose on his old pillowcase.

"Dad?" Draco suddenly realized something, his body shook, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Stop!" he shouted suddenly, causing Dobby to whimper and shut up.

Harry looked at Draco in disbelief, then at Dobby, and opened his mouth hesitantly, his eyes shining brightly. Does this matter have anything to do with Draco's father?

"Dobby, you're lying!" Draco paced back and forth restlessly. He regretted letting Dobby say it here, in front of Harry and Owen...

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby..." Dobby grabbed his ears hard, tears falling down.

Owen shrugged slightly, took out an apple and gnawed on it, watching Draco pulling his hair in annoyance and helplessness. Harry hesitated for a while, then said lightly: "Draco..."

Draco gritted his teeth and said to Dobby bravely: "Keep talking!" At this point, it is better to let Dobby explain the matter clearly. I hope this is also a misunderstanding.

"The master said that something like that would open the secret room, release the monsters inside, and clean up the school..." Dobby said while sobbing.

"What is that thing?" Harry asked in confusion. He had known for a long time that the Malfoy family unfortunately respected the theory of pure blood. Fortunately, Draco was no longer so paranoid due to his efforts, but he did not expect that Mr. Malfoy would do such a thing. He was at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do. After all, he was Draco's father...

"A diary, sir!" Dobby's eyes widened with tears. "A diary left by the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! So Dobby knew that Harry Potter would meet him at Hogwarts. In terrible danger! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will never let Harry Potter go!"

"Wait, a diary?" Harry was suddenly confused, "Not a crown?"

"No, it's a diary, Harry Potter!" Dobby shook his head.

"Then who did Mr. Malfoy give that... diary?" Harry felt his mind was stuck and asked with dull eyes.

"The master said he was going to throw something like that to the Weasley children. Dobby doesn't know which one the master gave it to..." Dobby said softly.

It's Weasley again... Harry closed his eyes, feeling that his brain would explode if he thought about it any more. He temporarily changed the topic and said: "So, Dobby, my intercepted letters during the summer vacation, the anonymous warning letter that appeared in my room, and the blocked platform on the first day of school... are they related to you? "

Dobby shrank his shoulders and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Answer!" Draco said with a dark face.

"Yes, Harry Potter!" Dobby responded tremblingly, his voice shrill, "Dobby hopes Harry Potter will give up the idea of ​​returning to Hogwarts. Harry Potter So great, so kind, he should stay out of danger and in a safe place!"

Draco stared at Dobby in surprise and annoyance. How dare this house elf do such a thing without telling them?

Harry didn't notice Draco's annoyance and just continued to ask: "Have you done anything else to me?"

"Oh! Harry Potter..." Dobby wiped his face with the dirty and tattered old pillowcase on his body and said with a trembling voice, "Dobby was hit by Sir Jean when Harry Potter was practicing Quidditch. The wall..."

"Did you do something to my broomstick? Do you want to kill me?" Harry thought of his embarrassment that day and the passing of his broomstick, and stood up.

"Dobby only controlled the robes on Harry Potter. Dobby can't affect the broomstick, sir." Dobby said with tears in his eyes. "Dobby doesn't want to kill Harry Potter, but he just hopes that sir can be a little affected." He was wounded and sent home, so Dobby had to burn his hands with an iron afterwards..."

"Harry Potter will never know what he meant to us humble little people in the wizarding world! Harry Potter defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and our lives were changed because of you. There has been improvement, Harry Potter shines in our hearts like a beacon..." Dobby said his inner thoughts in self-deprecation, tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase uncontrollably.

There was a long silence in the dormitory. It wasn't until Draco asked Dobby to leave and Owen finished chewing the second apple that Harry suddenly came back to his senses and thought about the Chamber of Secrets again.

Is it the crown or the diary that opens the secret room again? Did Owen make a mistake, or did Dobby make a mistake? Or is it that I was wrong from the beginning, and maybe the function of the crown is not to open the secret room at all? Or is Dobby lying?

Harry couldn't help but groan, feeling a splitting headache.

"I'm writing to ask my father." Draco was also confused and took out the letter paper.

Harry opened his mouth, but finally just nodded. He suddenly felt very bored, so he stood up and walked out of the dormitory, walking aimlessly in the dim corridor.

"I think you'd better think about another thing." Owen said calmly as he also walked out the door.

"What?"

"Dobby." Owen glanced at him with a smile, "As a house elf, it is a very serious matter to hide the truth from the master and try to remind you again and again. An elf who has his own ideas and is not loyal enough will end up. It will be very miserable..."

Harry's face turned pale, and he hurried back to the dormitory and said to Draco, who was writing a letter: "Draco, what will you do to Dobby?"

Draco didn't even raise his head and said dullly: "He did a great job. My father will take care of it."

"He just saved our lives! He is our savior!" Harry sat next to him and said close to him, "If Dobby hadn't gone out of his way, we wouldn't be sitting here now!"

Draco was silent, scribbling on the parchment with the pen in his hand. After a long time, he said slowly: "It's really troublesome...I will tell my father. As long as I insist on something, my parents will eventually support me."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He sat in silence for a long time, sometimes clenching and sometimes unclenching his fists, and finally made up his mind: "Can I meet your father?"

"That depends on whether he is free." Draco glanced at him sideways and wrote a few more strokes at the end of the letter.