The little life of a platinum darling

Harry lay on the bed, thinking wildly, unable to calm himself down.Not long after, I heard footsteps faintly coming from outside the door.

Harry rolled over facing the door and decided to pretend to be asleep. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The door of the medical wing was suddenly opened, and the sound of footsteps became clear, messy and hasty.Harry pricked up his ears, realizing that there should be more than one person coming in.

They walked to the edge of the bed directly opposite Harry, and Harry heard the sound of something heavy being placed on the bed, and the rustling of fabric.

"Go and call Madam Pomfrey!" Dumbledore was the first to speak. He lowered his voice and said to the people around him, his tone a little anxious.

Harry quietly opened his eyes a little, and vaguely saw Prof McGonagall hurrying past the head of his bed, where Dumbledore stood looking at the occupant.

After a while, he heard someone talking anxiously outside, and then Prof McGonagall pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Madam Pomfrey who was still wearing pajamas and only had a jacket on the outside.

"What's the matter?" Madam Pomfrey asked Dumbledore in a low voice, leaning over to examine the person lying on the hospital bed.

Lying on the bed was Colin Creevey, a Gryffindor first-year boy who just entered this year. He was lying there straight, motionless, like a statue.His eyes are wide open, his hands are stretched across his chest, holding his ever-present camera.

"It was an assault," said Dumbledore. "Prof McGonagall found him on the stairs leading to Gryffindor."

"There is a bunch of grapes on the ground beside him," Professor McGonagall nodded. "We guess he wants to sneak here to see Mr. Potter."

Harry's stomach twitched violently, and he didn't know whether he should feel guilty for causing others to suffer unnecessarily, or he was glad that he could finally be clean for a while.But after thinking about it, I felt that it was really wrong for me to think so. After all, people wanted to visit me out of good intentions, so I tried my best to shake off the idea of ​​being lucky.

But, why do you have to bring a camera when you come to visit him?Is there anything good for him lying here?

"Is this... petrified? Besides, it doesn't seem to be caused by a spell." Madam Pomfrey asked in a low voice.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall, "I shudder to think about it...if Albus hadn't happened to come downstairs to serve hot chocolate, who knows what would have happened..." Her voice trembled imperceptibly.

"That's troublesome," Madam Pomfrey said. "It's not as easy to solve as the petrification curse. Curse Stop will not work on it."

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

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

Dumbledore glanced at her, seemed to agree, and then lightly pried open the back cover of the camera.

"My God!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

A white hot air hissed from the camera.Harry couldn't help frowning, the pungent smell of burning plastic was unbearable.

"It's melted." After a long time, Madam Pomfrey found her own voice, "it's completely melted..."

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

Dumbledore sighed deeply: "This means that the Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again."

Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hands, with a terrified and anxious expression: "Then what should I do?"

Prof McGonagall stared blankly at Dumbledore: "But Albus...you must know...who..."

"The question is not who," Dumbledore's eyes rested on Colin, "the question is...how..."

Harry saw Professor McGonagall's expression in the shadows, and knew that she, like himself, did not understand Dumbledore's words.

So much happened tonight.Harry's head was in a mess.First, Dobby appeared, then found out that Feiwen's surname was Malfoy, and finally Colin, a living person, was actually petrified like Filch's cat? !

There is also a secret room, the word secret room was written on the wall last time.So what exactly is the Chamber of Secrets?What happens when it opens?He felt he had to figure it out!

Until Dumbledore and the others left the medical wing, the only sound in the room was the sound of Harry breathing alone.

Harry carefully got out of bed and made his way to Colin's bed.Colin's eyes are wide open, but completely out of focus, facing the ceiling.

Harry held out his good hand, and it slowly fell onto Colin's arm.The tentacles feel cold and hard, like touching a stone instead of a person.

He was a little scared.I couldn't stop thinking what if Colin couldn't recover?He doesn't know how to treat this state, there is no spell to solve this problem in the spell book, and he can't drink the potion now, can he?Madam Pomfrey also said just now that it would be troublesome.

He didn't know how he returned to the hospital bed and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up the next morning, the winter sun had already covered the entire hospital wing.Looks like it's been a long time since dawn.

The bones in his arm had fully grown, but it was still a little stiff when he moved.He sat up slowly and looked towards Colin.But he found that at some point, a long curtain was hung between the two beds, completely covering the other side.

Madam Pomfrey noticed that he was awake, and came over with a tray: "Dear child, are you awake? If you want, you can have something to eat after a short rest," and inside the tray was a bowl of light vegetables Tang, "You know that your bones have just been spliced, and you can't eat spicy food yet." She stepped forward, put the tray on the side cabinet, and gently raised his hand.

Harry let her examine her for a while, and asked after his arm was put down, "Madame Pomfrey, there should be nothing wrong with my hand."

"Yes," Madam Pomfrey replied, "I don't think there will be any problems. You can go back to your dormitory after breakfast. Today is Sunday, and you can take this opportunity to rest."

"Where is that?" Harry asked calmly when he saw Colin's feet exposed after the curtain was lifted by Madam Pomfrey just now.

Madam Pomfrey followed his gaze, and turned around after a while, with a sad face on her face: "That is a poor child. But don't worry, he will get better just like you."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if anything happened to Colin because of this incident, he would never forgive himself.

As he thought about it, his stomach suddenly let out a "goo".Harry's face turned red instantly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Madam Pomfrey, a little at a loss.

"Okay," Madam Pomfrey stood up, "I think you need to eat your breakfast first, and then go back to your bedroom to rest. I won't bother you."