[HP] Hogwarts students

For several days, the students talked about nothing but the attack on Mrs. Norris.Filch's performance kept everyone's mind on this moment: he often paced up and down the place where Mrs. Norris was killed, as if thinking that the attacker would return.

And my discharge from the hospital was also welcomed by my friends. Even Ginny came to visit me specially. She was very worried about Mrs. Norris and me.The poor girl's face was pale and disturbed.

"It doesn't happen that often at Hogwarts," Ron reassured her. "They'll catch the lunatic who did it and kick him out of here soon. It was too late to petrify Filch too. I was just joking—" Ron saw Ginny's face turn pale, and he said again quickly.

I've been trying to avoid Harry's presence these days, and I can't figure out what I'm thinking, but things involving him always make my mind go crazy.

Hermione is constantly searching for legends about the Chamber of Secrets, and also commissioned me to write to my father to ask if there are any related memories.

Since she couldn't find any useful clues, she asked the question directly in class, and Professor Binns, the ghost of the History of Magic, stammered the answer.

"This...it's not true, but there's just this rumor...I mean, it's said that Slytherin built a secret room somewhere in the castle before leaving Hogwarts."

"...No one knows where this secret room is...Only the heir can open the secret room, release the horrible things inside, let it purify the school, and remove all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

"People who are not worthy of learning magic?" Parvati's voice suddenly became high-pitched and thin, and she leaned directly on Dean's arm in fear.

But Professor Binns didn't go on, he annoyed everyone to stop the discussion, and he would continue to give lectures.

"This kind of statement is really familiar." Ron muttered, "This perverted old lunatic really deserves to be the founder of Slytherin. This kind of nonsense that only pure blood can learn magic..."

Hermione nodded eagerly beside her. For the first time, she stared at Ron with novelty and praise, and Ron turned his head with red ears.

Harry was unusually silent, and he fell into his own world again.After hesitating for a long time, I stretched out my hand to hold his warm left hand, and gently stroked the back of his hand: "Are you okay?"

"What? Uh, of course," Harry replied casually, then pulled his hand away as if burned.

All right.I slowed down in frustration, watched their heads being pushed apart by the crowd, and shouted, "See you in the restaurant!"

Hermione turned her head to say something, but Harry and Ron quickly disappeared from the crowd.

I just shrugged and followed Lavender into the crowd to the restaurant.

At the entrance of the restaurant, I saw Ginny and her first-grade friends. Her eyes were red and she looked like she had just cried a lot. I couldn't help feeling sorry for her: "Hi, Ginny. Are you sad for Mrs. Norris?"

"...Yes..." Ginny said vaguely, her condition looked particularly bad, such a child even had dark circles under her eyes.

"Don't worry, Ginny." I bent down and wiped her tears with my fingers. Ginny lowered her head and rubbed her eyes in embarrassment. "Mrs. Norris will recover soon. She is alive."

Slap.A pure black notebook fell out of Ginny's arms. I turned my head to help her pick it up, but she snatched the notebook in a panic and stuffed it firmly into her robe, like As if afraid of being snatched from me.

Facing my doubts, Ginny didn't explain anything, but murmured: "...I'm sorry... Kelly."

Then, she turned and fled, slipping into the line belonging to the first grade.

A few days later, I was lying in bed reading a book with a row of colorful candy wrappers next to me.Hermione suddenly lifted the curtains on the top of my bed and looked at me seriously: "Kelly, come with me."

In a daze, I was dragged by Hermione to the door of an abandoned girls' bathroom. Legend has it that there is a crying myrtle in this bathroom, and all girls are unwilling to go to the toilet here.

But Hermione came, and not only did she come, she pulled me in too.

"Why? You want me to go to the toilet with you, why not in the lounge?" I complained, but was dumbfounded when she pushed me in.

Harry and Ron were sitting on the bathroom floor next to a row of peeling stone sinks, and they were having a lively conversation until we came in when they turned their heads.

"..." I exited the door without saying a word, looked at the 'girls bathroom' written on the door, and then went back to the bathroom, looking at them with condemning eyes.

"What a coincidence, you're coming to the bathroom too?" said Ron.

"Hermione asked us to wait here for you," said Harry quickly. "She said that no one usually comes here... because there are..."

"...Because of me! No one likes Myrtle, who is loud and noisy!..." Myrtle's muffled cry came from one of the compartments, and Harry grinned awkwardly.

Hermione came in after me and closed the door discreetly.She took out a copy of "Power Potion" from behind and motioned us to go around: "Look, it's on this page!"

I followed her finger to look at this horrible book. There was a large chapter on it that said "polyjuice potion", and there were pictures of several people changing into other people with painful faces.

"This is not a book we can borrow!" I asked in surprise, "It seems to be in the restricted section."

"Obviously, this book is long and forbidden." Ron said in a disgusted tone, trying to avoid looking directly into the faces of those ugly little people.

"Kelly, you trust Harry, don't you?" Hermione snapped the book shut and asked in an aggressive tone.

I looked at Harry subconsciously, but I didn't expect him to be looking at me too.We both looked at each other for a moment, and looked away at the same time in embarrassment: "Uh, of course, Hermione."

"So, do you know who would most like to drive Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?" Hermione persuasively, and Ron repeated with a look of confusion: "Let's think about it." , who, as far as we know, thinks Muggle-borns are rubbish?"

Hermione gave him a blank look, my brain was running fast, and I asked hesitantly, "Is...is it Malfoy?"

"That's right!" Hermione looked at me encouragingly, "So now this is our plan, we're going to use Polyjuice Potion to turn a few Slytherin students, then sneak into the Slytherin lounge, straight up Ask Malfoy."

"Ask him about the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir of Slytherin!"

Has my time been accelerated by someone?Why do I feel that Hermione's preface and postscript have no causal relationship at all.

Immediately afterwards, I confusedly joined this plan full of loopholes, but when I thought that I could walk into the Slytherin lounge for a visit, I couldn't help but get excited, so excited that I could face Parkinson in the corridor Unchanging smile.

"Crazy! Coward!" Parkinson cursed loudly after walking a long way.I left the corridor with a smile on my face and kindly helped her add a flame thruster to the end of her broomstick during her afternoon flying lesson.

On Saturday morning, another Quidditch match.

My vague estrangement from Harry made it hard for me to watch the game, so when Hermione came to wake me up, I curled up under the covers pretending to have a headache: "Oh, my head hurts. I'll have to Go to the medical wing to drink some medicine, you go first."

When the girls' voices faded away, I was the only one left in the dormitory, and I fell asleep again in a daze.And when I woke up, the weather outside the window was so scary, with non-stop storms, that my head really started to hurt.

No one came back from the dormitory, so I had to change my clothes and rush to the medical wing. When I entered the medical wing, Madam Pomfrey was coming out of her office.

"What's the matter with you, Maurice?" Madam Pomfrey asked, holding a tray of empty bottles and jars in her hand, it seemed that some unlucky ghost just came by.

"My head hurts, Madam Pomfrey." I rubbed my temples, frowning.

"Hey... you kids, did you eat too much ice cream again? Or did you sleep without a quilt?" She said bitterly, "Go and sit inside for a while, I'll bring the medicine soon for you."

I blushed and nodded, ashamed of her tone.And when I opened the door and entered the room, I found Hermione standing inside.

"Hermione?" I yelled in surprise. "What are you doing here? Are you sick?"

Hermione turned her head abruptly, and looked at me in surprise, "I thought you'd come to get the medicine a long time ago. ——No, it's not me, it's Harry."

Is it Harry, the unlucky guy again? !

There was an accelerated rustling sound from the curtain behind her.I was anxious and anxious, I rushed forward and wanted to pull away: "Harry? What's wrong with you?"

"Wait a minute!" Harry yelled in panic, and Ron also said in a panic, "Don't pull away, someone is changing clothes inside."

"The Bludger lost control, Harry fell from the sky and broke a bone." Hermione stopped me and said succinctly.

"Then the idiot Lockhart directly took away a whole bone from Harry. Thanks to him, Harry had to rest here all night to grow the bone." Ron opened the curtain and said angrily.

I hurried forward and took Harry's right arm, which was limply hanging in the sleeve now, and would sway like rubber if I shook it.

He shrugged his shoulders embarrassingly, retracted his rubber hands, and raised his glasses again: "...It's really fine, Kelly...don't worry." Seeing my frown, he added.

"I... I'm not worried." I quibbled, "I just really want to give Lockhart a shot right now."

"Don't be careful, you've got bones removed from your arm too," said Ron sharply. "Also, Hermione. How are you protecting Lockhart now, huh?"

"Everybody makes mistakes," said Hermione, "and the arm doesn't hurt now, does it, Harry?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," said Harry, "but it can't do anything."

He rolled onto the bed, his arm shaking weakly.I went forward to tuck the quilt up for him, and carefully put the hand under the quilt.

Harry turned away from me uncomfortably. Madam Pomfrey came in with two bottles of potions. She gave Harry the Skeleton and put the palliative into my hand.

"Growing bones is an uncomfortable thing, so tonight will be very difficult." She looked at me again, "And you should not be excited in a short time, and you should rest early when you go back."

Indeed, now my mood is extremely calm, not to mention I don’t feel any headache, even the worry, anxiety, and heartache that filled my heart just now are all gone.

"Okay, Madam Pomfrey." I replied politely, then looked at Harry with calm eyes, and pulled out a good luck necklace from my chest, "This is for you."

Before Harry could react, I quickly hung the necklace around his neck: "My aunt brought this necklace back from China. It will lead you to the path of good luck. I wear it all the time."

"Sounds a bit like Felicia." Hermione was thinking, and I pushed them away to leave here: "I have to go back and rest, Hermione, are you with me?"

Hermione shook her head, she was going to spend a little more time with Harry.I nodded, staggered away from the crowd of Quidditch players who squeezed in, and prepared to go back to the dormitory.