Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Late at night, Harry was lying in the school hospital, watching the house elf Dobby punishing himself by hitting the corner of the table.

He couldn't believe it was Dobby who blocked the access to the platform at the beginning of the term to prevent him from catching the train. This time he had the Bludger chasing him again, trying to get him to leave school due to his injury.

"Dobby, stop, stop bumping!" Harry said angrily, "Tell me why!"

Dobby stopped pitifully, shook his ugly head and said: "Something terrible is about to happen at Hogwarts. Dobby wants Harry Potter to leave here, because history is about to repeat itself. The Chamber of Secrets" It was opened again..."

He suddenly stopped in fear, grabbed the water jug ​​on the bedside and hit his head, muttering in a low voice: "Bad Dobby, very bad, very bad Dobby..."

"Has the Chamber of Secrets been opened before?" Harry grabbed Dobby's wrist and whispered, "Tell me, Dobby!"

"Sir, stop asking poor Dobby, Dobby can't say anything!" the elf stammered, his eyes as wide as bells, "There is someone plotting here, sir! Harry Potter can't stay here It's too dangerous here! Sir, you have to go home..."

"Who is it?" Harry demanded. "Tell me, Dobby!"

"Sir, Dobby can't say..." the elf sobbed and said sharply, "Dobby saw it being put there and then taken away... the same bad one..."

Dobby suddenly froze, his two bat-shaped ears trembling slightly. They heard footsteps outside.

"Dobby must leave!" With a loud crack, the elf disappeared out of thin air.

Harry fell back on the bed and listened to the noise outside.

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey asked quietly.

"Another attack." Dumbledore's calm voice came, "Minerva found her in the corridor."

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey said.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall said, "I guess she was hanging out in the middle of the night and was attacked."

"It seems that the Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again." Dumbledore sighed.

"Albus, you must know...who opened it?" Professor McGonagall said.

"The question is not who," Dumbledore said, "the question is, how did he do it..."

Professor McGonagall continued: "Is Colin Creevey also because of the Chamber of Secrets?"

"No, Creevey's situation is special." Dumbledore said, "I don't think he was affected by the Chamber of Secrets, although I have never found his soul."

"But obviously, the thing that trapped his soul is not evil, and is even protecting his body..."

The sound faded away, and Harry lay on the bed, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

…

"You mean, there was another attack last night?" Ron said with wide eyes.

"That's not the problem, it's that the secret room... has been opened before!" Harry said.

"Oh, yes, that makes sense. Malfoy or Foley, one of their fathers opened the Chamber of Secrets when they were in school, and then inherited the father's business..." Ron said.

"I'll try to ask him," Hermione gritted her teeth, "but we have to brew the polyjuice potion at a faster pace."

"One more thing," Harry watched Hermione fiddle with the cauldron in front of him, "Dumbledore said that Colin was not involved in the Chamber of Secrets incident...his soul was missing."

"What? This is impossible!" Hermione quickly turned to look at Harry, her eyes widened, "When a person loses his soul, it is no different than being dead!"

"But, Dumbledore said that his soul was trapped by something and he couldn't find it," Harry said.

"This is too terrible." Ron swallowed, "You know, there is a capital punishment in Azkaban, which is to take away the prisoner's soul. That almost means death."

…

"Professor Snape, I think it's time to add the African tree snake skin?" Brian said unsurely.

Snape's private guidance is still going on, and he is currently exposed to more advanced potions.

And Polyjuice Potion was one of the things he learned to prepare. It has been simmering here for almost a month.

Snape glanced at the cauldron hollowly, nodded slightly and said, "It's time."

Brian carefully added ingredients to the potion, and thick black smoke came out of the crucible. When the black smoke dissipated, only the dark potion like thick mud was left in the crucible, bubbling slowly.

"Phew, it worked." Brian observed the potion and put it into a bottle.

"Professor Snape, why is this potion placed in the Restricted Book Zone?" Brian wondered, "It takes longer to brew, but it doesn't seem that difficult."

"Because it is very dangerous." Snape said in a smooth and gloomy voice. "Once you make a mistake in any step, it may cause serious consequences."

"There have been countless wizards and witches who, due to small oversights, grew two heads or several extra arms when they drank the polyjuice potion they prepared..."

"They used bloody examples to warn us that this is a dangerous potion." Snape's deep voice echoed softly, "You successfully configured it, and you are now qualified to configure higher-level potions."

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Brian said humbly and politely.

"I think this bottle of potion should be left with you." Brian's voice was relaxed and pleasant, "I used your materials."

Snape nodded slightly and put the bottle on the shelf.

Brian walked out of the office and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his potions skills successfully improve from entry level to master level.

"Anyway, in the original book, Hermione actually successfully prepared the Polyjuice Potion, which is really amazing." He sighed.

…

Just as another attack was causing panic, Brian wrote back to Hermione.

"I've been paying attention to my surroundings recently, and I haven't noticed anyone acting suspiciously."

"...Now I continue to study potions, and the vastness and mystery are really fascinating. Yesterday, I successfully prepared a pot of polyjuice potion, which took a month. But because I used the professor's materials, This bottle of potion can only be kept in his office, otherwise I really want to try what it would be like to become another person..."

Soon, he received a letter from Hermione. There is only one sentence written on it:

"Brian, can we talk? Face to face, this afternoon at five o'clock in the empty classroom at the end of the left corridor on the second floor."

Brian agreed to the request to meet, and after finishing class in the afternoon, he came to the agreed place alone. The little witch was walking back and forth in front of the desk with a pile of books, looking a little anxious.

"Good afternoon, Hermione. I don't think you need to be so anxious. It's useless." Brian said calmly.

"Oh, Brian." Hermione stopped, "I still want to talk to you about the Chamber of Secrets."

"I think I told you, I didn't find any clues." Brian said softly.

"But you know it can't be Harry. We were with him that night." Hermione took a deep breath. "I hope you can tell me who might be the heir. Is it Malfoy?" ?”

"I think it won't be him," Brian said. "Although he sometimes says some bad things, he is not a bad person at heart."

"But it's not a matter of being kind. Malfoy hates us, you know." The little witch said in a clear voice, "Filch was the first victim, and this time it was May. Lisa, maybe the next victim will appear soon!”

"Okay, I'll pay more attention." Brian said helplessly.

"Brian, do you really have no suspicion?" The little witch suddenly stared straight into his eyes and said seriously, "I know that there is no little wizard in the school who is smarter, more careful and cautious than you."

"No." Brian whispered, looking at the little witch in front of him quietly.

"I don't believe you're not curious about this, Brian!" Hermione frowned at him, with tears in her eyes.

"I don't believe you can be indifferent! You must have some guesses, otherwise you wouldn't turn a blind eye to things that are beyond your control! I know you, just like you know me. You are hiding something, right?"

"You know what the consequences may be if things develop. The school may be closed down, or all the little wizards like me may be harmed by the heir, or be driven home... The conflict will become impossible. Defuse, you know!”

Brian was silent for a moment and said softly: "No, Dumbledore will solve all this. You should trust him more."

"But what did he do in the last school year?" Hermione said in a mocking tone, "You just told me last year not to trust him blindly, saying that he was already a dim-sighted old man."

"I don't expect you to tell me, but at least please tell the professors, Brian." Hermione said earnestly, with some kind of pleading in her voice.

"In other words, I don't want that person to be you, or you..."

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