Exchange student at Hogwarts

"Zhang Chen, come on, Harry has fainted." Hermione rushed into the Room of Requirement, woke up Zhang Chen who was intoxicated in practicing ice rays, pulled him and ran to the campus hospital.

When Zhang Chen came to his senses, he realized that Hermione was dragging him too slowly. As soon as he exerted his strength, a princess hugged Hermione and rushed to the hospital like lightning.

"Put me down, the students are all watching." Hermione was so frightened that her face turned red and she slapped Zhang Chen's arm hard, but her strength was like that of a mosquito, unable to produce any effect at all.

"Don't move. What's more important is Harry's injury or this little bit of face." Hermione, who was left speechless by this sentence, could only bury her head in Zhang Chen's arms like an ostrich, not letting others know who she was.

Soon the two of them arrived at the school hospital. Zhang Chen put down Hermione and asked anxiously, "What's going on? Didn't you go to play Quidditch? Why did something happen again?"

Hermione blushed with embarrassment. After standing on the ground, she ignored Zhang Chen at all. She snorted and threw up her hands and walked directly to the hospital.

"What's going on?" Standing in front of Harry's hospital bed, Zhang Chen looked speechless at Harry, whose left arm was like a puddle of rubber, and began to complain mercilessly, "Did you also eat the rubber fruit?"

"What's wrong with Rubber Fruit? The bones in his arm were taken away by Lockhart." Ron next to him was quite good at grasping the key points.

"You should come to me directly." Madam Pomfrey walked around the curtain unhappily, holding a large bottle with the label "Bone Spirit" on it.

"It's been a tough night," she said, pouring out a steaming mug and handing it to Harry. "Growing bones is hard."

Not to mention growing bones, just drinking the Bone Bone Spirit is uncomfortable enough. It burned in Harry's mouth and down his throat, causing Harry to cough and spit. Madam Pomfrey withdrew, still smacking her lips and complaining that the sport was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent.

"So it's the Quidditch game again, Harry. I advise you not to play Quidditch. This game will defeat you." Zhang Chen hesitated for a moment, then said, "Do you still remember my dice? Every time you participate in the competition, I made a bet before, but if the sum is less than 6, don’t go. It’s too dangerous. Can anyone tell me what’s going on?”

"I'll do it." Seeing the usually chirping Hermione with a straight face and no intention of speaking, Ron had no choice but to volunteer.

"The Quidditch match started at eleven o'clock in the morning. The first half hour was normal, but suddenly there was a Bludger chasing Harry like crazy, as if someone had done something to it. .”

"Apply for investigation, Harry, are you insisting on competing?" Zhang Chen didn't understand their young and enthusiastic spirit at all, holding his hand on his forehead with an incomprehensible expression.

"Originally Mrs. Huo Qi came and asked if she wanted to continue the game, but..."

"Either catch the Golden Snitch or die on the field." Harry said this with determination.

"Is that what that fool Wood told you?" Zhang Chen is about to collapse. You are a son of the plane and you can't be so willful.

"Harry thought it was Malfoy, so he kept trying to bump into Malfoy during the game. At the end of the game, Harry rushed towards Malfoy crazily, scaring Malfoy so much that he turned around and hid. In fact, it was Because the golden snitch was right next to his ear, after catching the snitch, Harry fell to the ground due to exhaustion of strength and broke his arm." Ron finally told the story of the cause and effect of the matter.

"Then we shouldn't let Lockhart treat him. He can be relied upon." After taking several Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, Zhang Chen had a new understanding of the level of this Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"He was the first teacher to arrive at that time," Harry said feebly. "I already refused, but he still refused to listen and insisted on casting that spell on me. You don't understand, the bones in the arm suddenly It feels too uncomfortable to be gone, I'll wipe it off." Harry's angry mantra in Chinese came out.

"Okay, okay, the patient needs to rest. After all, he still has thirty-three bones to raise. He needs to go out." Madam Pomfrey always appeared at inappropriate times to disturb everyone's interest.

Zhang Chen and the others poured water for Harry, washed some fruits and put them on the bedside. They said good night and slowly walked out of the hospital. Shortly after leaving the hospital, Zhang Chen stopped Ron and Hermione and said with a serious face, "I just felt someone in the hospital was looking at us. I'm not sure if it was a human being. In my perception, his figure was He is very thin, as big as a four- or five-year-old child, but he seems to be invisible. I can only vaguely feel his position and gaze, but I cannot accurately know his shape."

"What are these house elves? They can cast magic. They are very small. Oh my god, will Harry be in danger?" Hermione didn't care about fighting with Zhang Chen at this time, and wanted to run back in a panic.

"Don't move, I'll secretly go back and take a look." Zhang Chen stopped Hermione, "You will definitely alert the snake if you rush in now."

"What Zhang Chen said makes sense. If we go in, it will only cause chaos." Ron finally came to his senses and said that he and Hermione would wait outside and let Zhang Chen go in first to check out the enemy's situation.

Zhang Chen shook his head and shoulders, transformed into a little black mouse, climbed up the window along the drainage pipe of the school hospital, and slowly slipped into the ward through the crack in the window.

When Zhang Chen approached Harry's hospital bed, a thin house elf was gently wiping Harry's forehead with a sponge dipped in water.

"Go away" Harry shouted as he woke up suddenly. Immediately, he recognized the house elf, "Dobby"

The house-elf stared at Harry from the darkness with his big tennis-ball eyes.A single tear rolled down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly. "Dobby reminded Harry Potter several times. Ah, sir, why didn't you listen to Dobby's warning? Harry Potter didn't catch the train. Why? Aren’t you going home?”

"It was you," he said slowly. "It was you who sealed the wall and prevented us from passing through."

"That's right, sir." Dobby said, nodding desperately and slapping his two big ears. "Dobby hid nearby, waiting for Harry Potter, and then sealed the passage. Dobby had to iron himself afterwards. hand." He showed Harry his ten long, bandaged fingers. "But Dobby doesn't care, sir. Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now. Never in his wildest dreams did Dobby imagine that Harry Potter actually took a different route to get to school."

He was rocking back and forth, his big ugly head moving.

"Dobby was really shocked when he heard that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts. He burned the master's dinner. It was a severe whipping. Dobby has never experienced it before, sir."

Harry fell back onto the pillow heavily. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the start of this semester's nightmare was actually because of the house elf.

"You almost got Ron and me expelled," he said irritably. "You'd better get out of my way before my bones grow, Dobby, or I'll strangle you to death." Dobby smiled faintly. "Dobby is used to the threat of death. Dobby hears five times a day at home." He blew his nose with the corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing. He looked so pitiful that Harry felt that his The anger subsided involuntarily.

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

"This, sir," Dobby said, tugging at the pillowcase, "This symbolizes the house elf's slave status. Sir, Dobby can only be free when his master gives him clothes to wear. They were careful not to give Dobby even a pair of socks, sir, because then Dobby would be free and leave their house forever."

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

"Oh, it's you who caused the trouble." A terrifying voice suddenly sounded from behind Dobby, startling him, and he raised his hand to run away. But obviously he thought too simply about the person behind him. The moment he raised his hand, the powerful palm grabbed Dobby's neck with a brush. There were two crisp sounds of "pop", and Dobby's arm was pulled behind his back. The man's other hand struck each time, and the severe pain directly interrupted the spell cast. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Who are you, Dobby? Dobby was trying to save Harry Potter's life but was seriously injured and was sent home. It's better than staying here, sir. Dobby just wants Harry Potter to be slightly injured and sent home."

"Zhang, relax, he probably doesn't really want to harm me." Harry felt relieved when he saw Zhang Chen, and was ready to talk to Dobby calmly. "I guess you're not going to tell me why you want me to be sent home in pieces, are you?"

"Ah, if only Harry Potter knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little beings in the wizarding world. Dobby has not forgotten the time when He-Must-Not-Be-Named was at his most powerful, gentlemen. Treat us house elves like pests, sir." Dobby groaned, more tears rolled down, and they all fell on Zhang Chen's hand. Zhang Chen felt sick in his heart, but he couldn't let go. "Since you defeated the devil who must not even be named, life has improved greatly for those of us. Harry Potter survived, the evil devil's spell was broken, this is a new beginning, Sir. For those of us who thought the dark days would never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope, Sir.. Now, at Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, Maybe it has already happened, Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets is opened again."

"What's in the secret room again, and whose house elf are you?" Zhang Chen couldn't help himself and asked. ,

Dobby froze, horrified, then grabbed Harry's pitcher from the bedside table and smashed it against his own head. "Bad Dobby, very bad Dobby, Dobby said something that cannot be said"

"So, there is indeed a secret room," Harry asked in a low voice, "and you said it has been opened before. Tell me, Dobby, I am not a Muggle, how could the secret room be dangerous to me?"

Oh, sir, ask no more questions, ask no more questions about poor Dobby. "The elf stammered, his eyes as big as copper bells in the darkness. "Someone is planning a conspiracy here. Harry Potter must not stay here when things happen. Go home, Harry Potter. Too dangerous"

"Who is it?" Zhang Chen slowly clenched his right hand. The house elf stretched his neck involuntarily and gradually became out of breath.

Suddenly, both Zhang Chen and Dobby froze, the house elf's bat-like ears flapping rapidly. Zhang Chen also sensed the movement of someone coming in at the door. Zhang Chen hesitated for a second, and then released his right hand.

"Harry Potter's friends are also so caring and noble. Only such people are qualified to be Harry Potter's partners." Dobby lowered his voice and praised, and there was a slight "bang", and the house elf He disappeared in the blink of an eye, and at the same time Zhang Chen turned into a little mouse and got into Harry's bed.

Not long after, a tall figure stepped back into the ward. It was Dumbledore. He was wearing a long woolen dressing gown and a nightcap. He held one end of something sculptural in his hands. A second later, Professor McGonagall appeared, holding the thing's feet up. Together they put it on the bed.

"Call Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore whispered as Professor McGonagall hurried past Harry's bedside and walked out.Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep.He heard urgent voices, and then Professor McGonagall came in quickly, followed closely by Madam Pomfrey, who was wearing a jacket over her pajamas.Harry heard a gasp.

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a low voice, leaning down to examine the statue. "Another attack," said Dumbledore. "McGonagall found him on the stairs." "He also had a bunch of grapes with him," said Professor McGonagall. "We think he wanted to sneak in here to watch the waves. Special." Harry's stomach twitched violently. He slowly and carefully lifted his body a few inches, and Zhang Chen lay on his head, so that the two of them could see the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight shone on the stunned face.

It's Colin Creevey. His eyes were wide open and his hands were stretched out in front of his chest, holding up his camera. "Petrified" Madam Pomfrey asked quietly. "Yes," Professor McGonagall said, "I shudder just thinking about it... If Albus hadn't happened to come downstairs to bring hot chocolate, who knows what would have happened." The three people looked at Colin intently. Then Dumbledore leaned forward and took the camera from Colin's stiff fingers.

"Could he have taken a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly. Dumbledore didn't answer. He pried open the back of the camera. "Oh my God" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

A stream of hot air hissed out of the camera. Even Harry, who was three beds away, smelled the pungent smell of burning plastic. "Melted," Madam Pomfrey said in surprise, "It's all melted." "What does that mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked urgently.

"This means," said Dumbledore, "that the Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again."

Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hands. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore blankly. "But Albus, you must know who it is."

"The key to the question is not who it is, but..."