hello mr draco

It's been a long time, maybe a month, Harry thought.When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black, and the arm connected by the bone was still aching.

He was lying on the hospital bed in the school infirmary that Cousin Dudley had once lain on.He greedily inhaled the smell on the pillow, tears glistened in his emerald green eyes.But he was forced to push back. He didn't cry when he was very young.Even though he was often bullied by the Dursleys at that time, he still didn't cry.It doesn't matter whether it's wronged or hurt.

But at this moment, he excitedly missed a harbor he could rely on.But the only harbor that can accept him has changed.In the vast crowd, he suddenly felt powerless, because he didn't know anything, and it seemed that everyone was hiding something from him.

When his mind wandered, Harry was horrified to realize that someone in the dark was swabbing his brow with a sponge.

"Go away!" Harry yelled in horror, and then he recognized it, "Dobby!"

The house-elf once showed up suddenly in Dudley's room, scaring Cousin Dudley's parents out of nowhere.If Cousin Dudley hadn't frightened him forcefully with magic, it is estimated that this elf would have ruined his house.

The house-elf stared at Harry in the darkness with eyes the size of tennis balls, a teardrop slipped down her long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," Dobby whispered sadly. "Dobby triple-flipped Harry Potter. Ah, sir, why didn't you heed Dobby's warning? Harry. Potter missed the train, so why didn't he go home?"

Harry's emerald eyes grew suspicious, and he lifted himself off the pillow and pushed Dobby's sponge away.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "How do you know I missed the train?"

Dobby's lips quivered, and Harry felt suspicious of him.

"You did it!" He said slowly, but his tone became cold: "You sealed the wall to prevent us from passing!"

"That's right, sir." Dobby said, nodding desperately, flapping his big ears, "Dobby hid aside and waited for Harry Potter, then sealed off the passage, and Dobby had to use an iron afterwards own hands—”

Harry wanted to say that he deserved it, but he suppressed the vicious one.

"Whose house elf are you?" Harry narrowed his eyes. He deeply suspected that this house elf was ordered by someone.

Dobby swayed, his big ugly head twitching.The expression on the face is sad for a while, and pleasantly surprised for a while.

"Dobby is out of work now... but Dobby used to be at the Malfoys. Somehow, the master dumped me in the end and he bought some new house-elves..."

Dobby seemed very unhappy, he has been working diligently in the Malfoy family.And he'd been hearing some really great things, but he didn't dare to say them.When he realized that he didn't know what he did wrong, he was abandoned by his master.

It's just that he met a mysterious wizard. Every time that wizard came to him, he was dressed tightly, and he couldn't tell what he looked like at all.The wizard told him that it would be dangerous for Harry Potter to stay in the school, and he must try his best to take Harry Potter away.

But the premise is that he must tell Mr. Harry Potter a secret, which he has been afraid to tell Harry Potter.Because he thinks it is a dangerous thing.

The mysterious wizard had been waiting for his reply, but he was about to speak now.

Harry had been paying attention to the state of the elf, and finally he looked at him with two big eyes of the elf, and finally stammered.

"Dobby knows some secrets—secrets about the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry was startled, then looked at Dobby seriously, and said sternly, "I hope you tell me that!"

Dobby looked very happy, and felt that he was finally useful.He said without saying a word: "Dobby knows the Chamber of Secrets, he's in the girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts. Only a person who can speak Parseltongue can open it - facing the snake head in the fountain, Speak Parseltongue to him and order him. The murderer is hiding below!"

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" Harry doubted the credibility of the elf's words. After all, he also felt that the Bludger would suddenly hit him, and it must be the elf's fault.When the time comes to kill himself in the secret room, then he will really die unjustly.

The elf blinked very sadly, as if Harry Potter didn't believe his words, which made him very sad.He desperately smashed his head against the wall of the school doctor's office, yelling.

"Mr. Potter doesn't believe Dobby! Dobby is telling the truth! That's what the wizard told me!"

Harry caught the point, "The wizard?"

Dobby knew that he had slipped his tongue, and disappeared in place in a blink of an eye.Hogwarts magic has no restrictions on house-elves, they can go anywhere.It is easy for them to eavesdrop on news and the like.So Harry suspected that the elf must have overheard something, or perhaps had seen the murderer himself.

After Dobby disappeared, the door to the school doctor's office opened.Professor Dumbledore entered the ward.He was wearing a long woolen suit and a nightcap.He held one end of a sculpture-like object with both hands.A second later, Professor McGonagall appeared, lifting the thing's legs.Together they put him in a hospital bed next to Harry.

"Go get Madam Pomfrey!" Professor Dumbledore whispered, and after Professor McGonagall nodded, he hurried past Harry's bed and walked out.

Harry lay motionless, pretending to be asleep.He heard someone talking eagerly, and then Professor McGonagall walked in quickly, followed by Madam Pomfrey, who wore a jacket over her pajamas.Harry heard a gasp.

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey whispered to Dumbledore, leaning over the statue.

The bed curtain blocked Harry's view, although he couldn't see what was on the bed?But I could see several professors discussing it.

"Another assault," said Dumbledore. "Professor McGonagall found him on the stairs."

"There is a bunch of grapes beside him." Professor McGonagall said, "I think he is planning to sneak into the school infirmary to see Mr. Potter."

Harry's stomach twitched violently.Slowly and carefully, he lifted his body a few feet so that he could see the statue on the bed.A ray of moonlight shone on the stunned face.

It was Colin Creevey.His eyes are wide open, his hands are stretched across his chest, and his camera is held up.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey said in a low voice, and then she was surprised, "I've never seen this kind of petrification. I guess we have to research a new potion before we can find a way to save this child."

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall found it hard to believe that it was not impossible to save petrified animals or students, it was just a matter of time.It was the first time she saw Madam Pomfrey frowning, as if it was difficult to solve this matter.

Professor Dumbledore stepped forward to check the petrified Colin Creevey, took out his wand from his sleeve and tapped Creevey on the arm.There was a crisp sound.

"His body is completely petrified from the internal organs to the surface. A person with this magical energy should be very powerful."

The three looked at Colin intently.Then Dumbledore leaned forward and took the camera from Colin's stiff fingers.

"Did he take a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

Dumbledore didn't answer.He pried open the back of the camera.Professor McGonagall couldn't understand the structure of the Muggle camera, so he didn't find anything wrong.Dumbledore frowned and explained.

"The film was taken away."

"My God! That means the murderer must be at Hogwarts?! This kid must have taken his picture, and he knows that the film can be taken away from the camera!" Ms. Pomfrey was surprised.

For a wizard who has lived in the wizarding world all year round, they are not familiar with Muggle cameras and Muggle tools.Colin Creevey used a camera because he lived in the Muggle world after all.But most of the students at Hogwarts are descendants of wizards.

"What does that mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

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

Dumbledore's tone was a little uncertain.Madam Pomfrey put her hands over her mouth.Professor McGonagall stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"But Albus...you must know...who else? To get in there must be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin..."

Dumbledore remained silent. If there were indeed descendants of Slytherin in the school, it was impossible for them not to know!

Harry could see the look on Professor McGonagall's face in the shadows, and Madam Pomfrey's look on the verge of tears.Ms. Pomfrey, who has taught at Hogwarts for so many years, was unable to break the petrification spell on Colin Creevey.Harry couldn't even think of who else in Hogwarts could save Colin Creevey.