Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Ron finally chose to join the team of his two brothers.

Although these two men sometimes seem unreliable, no one knows this castle better than them.

Ron was not very fond of Slytherin, but he was still very interested in the magic he left behind.

Especially after witnessing Dumbledore's power, he suddenly realized that he was not as powerful as he thought after merely gaining the ability to transform.

Many wizards without special abilities are much more powerful than him.

If only he could get some powerful magic.

Maybe we can take the lead in the war between the contractors.

When Ron mentioned the Contractor, he couldn't help but think of Harry, and his fists clenched tightly.

"You are already full of honors, why do you want to deprive me of my last chance?"

……

It was pouring rain on Saturday, but the Quidditch match went on as usual.

During the game, a Bludger kept spinning around Harry for some unknown reason, trying to knock him down.

They could of course choose to suspend and request an investigation.But if they do that, they will be judged to have failed regardless of the outcome of the investigation.

This was unacceptable to all the Gryffindors, especially Harry, who simply couldn't imagine losing to Slytherin and Malfoy!

Harry dealt with the Bludger alone, and finally succeeded in catching the Snitch at the cost of a broken arm.

However, he was immediately sent to the school hospital after the game.

Originally, his injury was not that serious, but Lockhart, who was on the court at the time, suggested that he could help him treat it.

Before Harry could refuse, Lockhart went to work on his own magic.

Lockhart succeeded, and Harry's arm did no longer hurt, but he also lost other sensations - Lockhart had removed his bones.

Poor Harry had to stay in the school hospital all night, during which time he had to drink a potion called "Boneling", which tasted like sulfuric acid.

"Put on this." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face and threw him a set of pajamas.

Harry struggled to stuff the rubbery, boneless arm into the sleeve, but his efforts failed and Madam Pomfrey had to be called.

Harry's face turned red as he felt the lady's somewhat rough hands touching him.

He suddenly missed Ron terribly.

"Okay." Madam Pomfrey was pulling Harry's limp fingers out of the cuffs one by one. Seeing the uncomfortable look on Harry's face, she spoke impatiently, "I've seen a lot of little boys like you. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

"..."

Madam Pomfrey changed his clothes and left. Harry sat alone in the dark ward, his arm hurting terribly.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry suddenly woke up. His arm was still burning with pain. Someone was secretly wiping his forehead with a sponge.

"Go away!" he shouted, and then he recognized the person who had caused him to be warned by the Ministry of Magic, "Dobby!"

"Harry Potter is back at school." Dobby whispered, his eyes filled with sadness, "Dobby has obviously warned him, but Harry Potter didn't catch the train, so why didn't he just go home?"

Harry's eyes narrowed: "How do you know I didn't catch the train...or was it the passage you blocked?"

Dobby's lips trembled, and by the look on his face, Harry understood everything.

"Get out of here before my bones grow out, otherwise I will definitely strangle you to death!"

Dobby smiled lightly.

"Dobby is used to death threats. Dobby hears them more than five times a day."

Harry fell weakly on the bed: "Why? Why did you do this? I have a grudge against you?"

"Ah, of course not!" Dobby groaned, tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase. "Dobby loves Harry Potter. I wish he knew how much he cared about us humble, enslaved people in the wizarding world. What a little person means! Dobby has not forgotten He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his power, sir! People treated us house-elves like vermin, sir! Of course, they still do More than."

"But overall, life has improved a lot for those of us. Harry Potter survives, the Dark Lord's spell is broken, and it's a new beginning, sir. For those of us who think dark Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope to those whose days will never end, sir...and now, at Hogwarts, something terrible is going to happen, or may have already happened, Dobby Harry Potter cannot be allowed to stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets is opened again—"

"I don't think that's anything to worry about." Harry interrupted coldly, "If you've paid attention to recent events, you should know that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets, the basilisk, has been killed. Dumbledore is done."

"No, no, no! Harry Potter!" Dobby shook his head repeatedly, "What's important is not the Basilisk, but the door to the Chamber of Secrets, which will be opened again -"

"Now that there's no monster in the secret room, it doesn't matter whether it's open or not, does it?"

"Of course not, sir!" Dobby said sharply, "Mr. Slytherin is a very, very powerful wizard. He did not build the Chamber of Secrets to clean up Muggle-born students, but to seal the products of his failed magic experiments. .Those are very scary things, much scarier than the basilisk..."

Dobby's hands twisted into a ball and he let out a horrible scream.

"Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger must be-"

"Your Bludger?" Harry's anger surged up again.

"Are you causing trouble with that Bludger? Do you want to hit me to death?"

"Absolutely not! Sir, I definitely didn't hit you to death!" Dobby said in horror, "I just want to get hurt and be sent back -"

"..."

Harry looked at the elf in front of him and suddenly felt that he was a little stupid.

He softened his tone: "If my injury is so serious that even Madam Pomfrey can't heal me, even if I are sent back to my aunt's house, I will just wait to die - they will never pay for me to buy a coffin. of."

Dobby stared at Harry with his eyes wide open.Harry sighed again, it was so ridiculous that he was in such a miserable state for such a stupid reason!

However, he also remembered what Dobby said just now.

"You just said...the results of Slytherin's experiments?"

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"Yes, sir." As if he heard something particularly terrifying, Dobby covered his bare forehead with both hands, "Back then, Mr. Slytherin found a particularly ancient magic in a ruins. When When he wanted to try to release this magic, he made a mistake... It was a really serious mistake... Mr. Slytherin had to build a secret room to prevent those monsters from running out. The rest of his life was also I have been staying in the secret room, researching ways to send those monsters back..."

Harry couldn't help but think of what Professor Binns said in class. Slytherin disappeared after leaving Hogwarts, and no one knew where he went...

Could it be that the truth of history is that he has always stayed in the secret room he built?

and many more!

Harry suddenly thought of a question and looked at Dobby suspiciously: "It's been thousands of years since Slytherin's time, right? Even his friends don't know his whereabouts. How do you know this?" Yes?"

"That's because... that's because..." Dobby kept breathing heavily, as if he was in the midst of a battle between heaven and man.

Finally, he finally made up his mind and said softly: "Dobby likes Harry Potter the most, so Dobby will not hide anything and will tell him everything."

His voice grew quieter and Harry could only move his head closer.

"...It was a very dark night, and Dobby's master asked Dobby to deal with some small items..."

"Owner?"

Harry caught another key word from it, that is, does Dobby have an owner?

Could he have been instigated by that master to do this?

"...It's a big bag. The master specially told Dobby not to open it, just throw it into the sea honestly..."

Dobby suddenly froze, his bat-like ears trembling.

"keep going!"

Harry couldn't help but urge, and then he heard footsteps, softly, from far to near...

"Dobby must go!" the elf gasped, frightened.There was a loud crack and Dobby disappeared into thin air.

Harry lay on the bed again. Everything that happened today made his thoughts extremely confusing and he couldn't sleep at all.

At this time, the footsteps outside stopped and stopped at the door of his ward.

Maybe Madam Pomfrey doing her rounds?

Harry thought, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

The door was pushed open gently, and a long shadow was cast in.

The visitor walked towards Harry's bed step by step and locked the door behind him.

Harry couldn't help but open his eyes a crack. In his blurry vision, he could only see a guy wrapped in a black robe.

This is definitely not Madam Pomfrey!

Harry was horrified. His wand was lying quietly on the bedside. The only thing he could count on was the power of the Soul Stone.

Although the strength currently accumulated is not enough, it can still be done to make a big splash.

The man walked to Harry's bed, looked at him for a while, and chuckled: "Okay Harry, there's no need to pretend to be asleep. Don't you know that there is a big difference between whether a person is really asleep or not." Of?"

It was a cheerful, frivolous voice that was familiar to Harry.

The owner of the voice was Gilderoy Lockhart.

After being caught pretending to be asleep, Harry simply opened his eyes.

"Professor Lockhart?" He looked appropriately surprised, "Why did you come to see me so late?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Lockhart smacked his lips, "Harry, Harry, as your professor, I have to teach you a lesson."

"Don't put on those poor disguises in front of someone who can easily see through you."

Lockhart couldn't help but think of the time when Dumbledore visited him. At that time, he was almost the same as Harry now. I'm afraid he had already noticed his subtle tricks, right?

Although he didn't know why Lockhart suddenly became distracted, Harry didn't let go of this opportunity. He suddenly got up and threw the quilt in Lockhart's direction.

He himself jumped out of bed and hid behind a cabinet, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Help! Lockhart is going to kill me!"

Lockhart pulled out his wand and waved it, and the quilt was split in half down the middle.Plush flies everywhere.

"What a naughty little guy... But it's useless. I've cast magic all over the place. Even if you scream, no one will come to save you."

Lockhart walked slowly in Harry's direction.

"Okay Harry, hand over the soul gem honestly and you can still save a small life——"

Hearing the words "soul gem", Harry's eyes suddenly widened: "Are you a contractor?!"

"Of course." Lockhart raised his eyebrows, "No one stipulates that only students can become contractors, right?"

"I should have thought of that."

Harry suddenly realized that he had always disliked Lockhart. Before, he thought he just hated Lockhart's exaggerated behavior. Now it seems that the root cause is the mutual hostility between the contractors.

"Yeah, you should have thought of it earlier." Lockhart smiled slightly, "Did you know? In fact, when I first got the soul gem, I wanted to be a good teacher... Unfortunately, Kyubey told me later , there will be an inexplicable feeling between the contractors, and they will start to hate each other for no reason... Unlike you students, I have to face all the teachers and students in the school at the same time. If I don't do some small things... If you disguise yourself, won't you be exposed to all the contractors?"

"So I had to pretend to be frivolous and boastful. Finally, with my unremitting efforts, at least [-]% of the teachers and students in the school disliked me..."

"You really work hard enough..." Harry mocked.

Lockhart didn't care either: "You may not believe it, but before I got the Soul Stone, I was just a bad young wizard who couldn't cast a decent spell except the Oblivion Curse... At that time, I wanted to maintain my character. , To maintain your reputation, you have to do things like deception, fraud, and blackmail..."

"After signing the contract with Kyubey, I realized that strength is like flowers and fame is like butterflies... In the magic world, strength comes first in the final analysis!"

"As long as you have strong strength and don't need to do unnecessary things, fame will cling to you like a butterfly, and you can't get rid of it... If you don't have strength, no matter how hard you maintain your glamorous appearance, the butterfly will abandon you. And go."

"So, I need more powerful power! And I will never allow anyone to take away this power!"