Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 167 Harry, Dobby, Lockhart

"You should come to me directly!"

Madam Pomfrey was displeased, and she lifted Harry's limp arm, which was now lifeless: "I could put the bones together in a second—but to make them grow back—"

"You will too, won't you?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Of course I will, but it will be very painful." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You will have to spend the night here."

The curtains were drawn around Harry's hospital bed, Ron helped him into his pajamas, and Hermione waited outside.It took them a lot of work to tuck the rubbery, boneless arm into the sleeve.

"How are you protecting Lockhart now, eh, Hermione?" Ron said loudly through the curtain as he pulled Harry's limp fingers out of his cuffs one by one, "if Harry wants to take the bone He'll bring it up himself."

However, there was no reply from Hermione outside the curtain for a long time, and Harry and Ron exchanged a look in surprise—did Hermione suddenly change the object of worship?
"Professor Lockhart?" They suddenly heard Hermione say, "Why are you here?"

"Is Harry in here?"

Harry heard Lockhart's familiar voice, and he subconsciously wanted to hide under the quilt, but it was too late, a familiar head emerged from the curtain, and Lockhart walked in with a smile.

"Aha——" He saw Harry's limp arm, showing his shiny teeth: "This must be a novel experience for you, after all, not everyone has the opportunity to lose their bones."

Ron stared at Lockhart angrily. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like a sarcastic remark. The key point was that it was all caused by Lockhart himself.

But before Harry and Ron could say anything, Lockhart suddenly took out a gorgeous pocket watch from his pocket, the surface of which was studded with precious stones.

This is also the pocket watch that Lockhart took out after Toby forcibly put on the pharaoh mask and appeared in the corridor inexplicably.

With a wave of his wand, Lockhart made the pajamas fly automatically and slipped on Harry's body smoothly. Then he rolled up his sleeves, wrapped the chain of the pocket watch around Harry's boneless arm, and said at the same time: "Anyone will Make a mistake."

He seemed to be responding to Ron's question to Hermione before: "But as long as you have this pocket watch, I can at least guarantee that you won't feel too much pain when you grow bones next—"

"Painful?!" Harry was a little frightened, he still doesn't know that growing bones is a tormenting thing.

"Yeah, pain."

Lockhart's tone suddenly changed, becoming much more serious.His beautiful blue eyes looked at Harry, and Harry knew he was talking to himself, but it seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's integral and helps people grow."

Both Harry and Ron were stunned by the sudden change.

Hermione was curiously paddling her feet outside the curtain. Just when she couldn't bear to lift the curtain to see what was going on, Lockhart had already opened the curtain from the inside, and the shocking scarf on her face was restored. familiar smile.

"Okay, Harry, heal your wounds obediently, I'm still waiting to see your next game—"

"Wait a minute, professor."

Hermione said suddenly, she took a note from her pocket, and her tone became stammered: "I want to - want to borrow this book from the library. I hope to get some background knowledge from it." She held up With that note, my hands trembled slightly: "But this book is in the restricted section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign the note--I believe that this book will help me understand what you said in "With Slow-onset venom from Ghouls"

"Ah, "Walking with Ghouls"!" Lockhart took the note from Hermione and showed her a warm smile: "This is probably the book I am most satisfied with— -Ok?"

He glanced down at the words on the note, and then looked up at Hermione's disturbed face, which had already turned red.

"Strong Potion."

The enthusiasm in Lockhart's eyes seemed to have faded quite a bit, but in the next second, he took out a huge peacock brush from his pocket, as if he always had this pen with him.

After signing his name eloquently, he returned the note to Hermione.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

He shook the peacock hair on the brush and said, then left the ward with a smile.

After regaining his composure, Harry hurriedly asked in a low voice, "'Powerful Potion'? Is this the magic book with the formula for Polyjuice Potion you mentioned?"

"Yeah." The blush on Hermione's face hadn't completely subsided, and she said in an embarrassed tone, "I almost thought Professor Lockhart saw it."

Ron also seemed relieved and said, "I thought he wouldn't go to see what books we were borrowing. He just acted differently than usual, didn't he?"

Even Hermione, who admired Lockhart the most, couldn't help but admit the accuracy of this sentence.

After a short silence, Harry said dryly, "But, do you think it's still necessary for us to impersonate Cedric Diggory?"

Neither Hermione nor Ron could answer.

In their original guess, Professor Haimo knew about the existence of the basilisk, but he refused to tell the students, which made them wonder whether it was Professor Haimo who directed and acted himself, and let the basilisk attack them. So that he can avoid the doubt of Slytherin's heir status.

Hermione thought about it carefully and said, "I'll go and find out first. I need to know if there is Professor Highmore in the coffin."

"Me too," said Ron immediately.

After they left, Madam Pomfrey also returned with the skeleton.

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

However, just drinking the bone spirit is uncomfortable enough.It burned in Harry's mouth and down his throat, making Harry cough and spit.

However, this seems to confirm that Professor Lockhart's words are correct, as if he had personally drank Bone Spirit, knowing what it's like to grow bones.

Harry stared intently at the pocket watch on his arm, checking it over and over for a while, not sure if it would actually ease the pain of his long bones.

After a while, Ron and Hermione came back together.

"It's really Professor Haimer!"

Ron said in shock as soon as he came up: "The professor told the students, let us be careful recently, and it is best to go together—but, do you think it is necessary to direct and act the same scene twice?"

Neither Harry nor Hermione thought so, nor did Ron.

"It seems that Professor Highmore is not only not the heir, but he is also being targeted by the other party." Hermione said worriedly: "It is said that he was seriously injured this time, and he almost lost his life. Why is this so? Could it be that Professor Don’t know anything about the basilisk?”

"Where's Angela?" Harry asked, "Do you know what happened to her?"

Hermione nodded and said, "I already know it all. It is said that she came to Hogwarts at the invitation of Professor Haimer, so she appeared in the office in time. She will continue to be in charge of our ancient magic class, you can listen It seems that something went wrong, and it is estimated that the next course will not go well."

The three of them became silent again, there were too many mysteries waiting for them, whether it was the roar in the castle, or the true identity of the heir - thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but suspect that he had once guessing—was he really the heir himself?
What is the murderer's purpose?

And Dumbledore, why would he neither write back to himself nor come back?

They discussed the Quidditch match for a while, which put Harry in a much better mood. They won Slytherin, and Malfoy suffered a disastrous defeat in his first match, proving that no matter how much money he spent It's also useless on a broom.

"But there's something wrong with that Bludger!" Ron yelled at last. "It was trying to kill you, and everyone saw it."

"But who could have done it?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head and said, "I don't know, but you can try to suspect all the Slytherin players. Even if Snape is the murderer, I won't be surprised."

After some more discussion, Ron and Hermione had to leave.Harry was the only one left in the ward, and there was nothing to distract him, only his limp arm hurt like a knife.

Fortunately, the pocket watch really worked. When Harry just felt the pain, the bracelet and the pocket watch flickered several times, and all the pain disappeared almost instantly.

Harry waited patiently for a while, and only after finding out that there was no capricious situation, he fell asleep in peace.

After a long, long time, Harry woke up suddenly. There was an inexplicable panic in his heart, thinking that the pocket watch had suddenly failed.Then, with horror, he realized someone was spongebing his brow in the dark.

"Go away!" he said aloud, and then he recognized, "Dobby!"

It was Dobby the strange house-elf, staring at Harry in the dark with his big tennis-ball eyes, a tear rolling down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly. "Dobby has reminded Harry Potter several times. Why didn't you heed Dobby's warning, sir? Harry Potter didn't rush Get on the train, why don't you go home?"

Harry 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 was suddenly suspicious.

"You did it!" he said slowly, "You sealed the partition wall and didn't let us pass!"

"That's right, sir." Dobby said, nodding desperately, flapping his big ears, "Dobby hid nearby, waited for Harry Potter, then sealed off the passage, and Dobby had to iron it afterwards His own hands—" He showed Harry his ten long, bandaged fingers "—but Dobby didn't care, sir, Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe now, and Dobby couldn't dream Unexpectedly, Harry Potter actually took another way to the school!"

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

"Dobby was taken aback when he heard that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts, and burned his master's supper! A terrible whipping, which Dobby has never experienced before, sir."

Harry slumped back onto the pillow, feeling extremely irritable.

But in the next second, he suddenly calmed down.

Harry remembered that Dobby said that someone at Hogwarts was going to kill him, and that it had nothing to do with the [man who cannot even be named].It wasn't until after he left the Dursleys that Harry learned from Professor Highmore that before he had that code name, there were people who could call each other by their names——

That is Voldemort.

"It's the mysterious man, isn't it?" Harry said suddenly, "The person who intends to kill me at Hogwarts is the mysterious man?"

Dobby's eyes grew wider and wider, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, and then he suddenly howled loudly and banged his head against the foot of the bed.

"Stop!" Harry said hurriedly, "Stop, what are you doing?"

"Dobby had to punish himself." There were many red and swollen scars on Dobby's forehead, and he was crying, but his expression was smiling: "Harry Potter finally figured it out, Dobby is so happy, even though Dobby's Bludger didn't stop you—"

"Your Bludger?" Harry felt angry again. "So, you were the one who tried to kill me?"

"Didn't kill you, sir, definitely didn't kill you!" said Dobby in horror. "Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home badly injured than to stay here, sir." .Dobby just wants Harry Potter to get hurt a little and be sent home!"

"Okay." Harry said angrily, "but everything is already clear, isn't it? The mysterious man wanted to kill me, but why didn't I feel it at all? Also, I don't understand why you have to come —Oh, I hate to say it, help me? Yes, help me."

"Ah, if only Harry Potter knew!" groaned Dobby, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase, "if only he knew that he's so ignorant of us humble, suffering people in the wizarding world." What does it mean to be an enslaved little man! Dobby hasn't forgotten when the Man Who Must Not Be Named was at his strongest, sir! We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir! Of course they still are. Treat Dobby, sir."

he admitted, wiping his face on the pillowcase again. "But on the whole, life has improved a lot for the rest of us since your victory over the man who can't even be named. Harry Potter survived, the Dark Lord's powers were broken, and that It's 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, the dreaded Things are about to happen, maybe already happened, and Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets is opened again—"

Dobby froze, terrified, then grabbed Harry's pitcher from the bedside table, smashed it on his own head, and staggered away.A second later he crawled slowly back onto the bed, eyes locked, and muttered under his breath, "Bad Dobby, very bad very bad Dobby"

"So there really is a Chamber of Secrets?" whispered Harry, "and—you say it's been opened before? Tell me, Dobby!"

Desperate to know something about the Chamber of Secrets, Dobby the Elf reached for the jug again, and Harry grabbed his bony wrist. "But I'm not Muggle-born - how could the Chamber of Secrets be dangerous to me - I see!"

Harry suddenly exclaimed: "I finally understand, it's V—oh, sorry, It's You-Know-Who! He's trying to kill me, and you mentioned the Chamber of Secrets—You-Know-Who is the real murderer, right? But How could it be, he was obviously kicked out of Hogwarts, after the Philosopher's Stone was successfully preserved, could he be the heir? Then what am I?"

"But this seems to make sense," Harry murmured suddenly again: "The person who attacked Professor Highmore was a mysterious person, and he attacked him twice. Want to kill the other party. But does the professor know about this? Does he know that the murderer is actually a mysterious person?"

The thoughts in Harry's mind were tightly entangled like wool, and he felt that the crux of the matter lay in these mysteries, but he couldn't solve them.

As for Dobby, he had been stunned for a long time, and his eyes exuded reverence.

"As expected of Harry Potter," he said. "As expected of the Boy Who Lived. What a wit."

Harry suddenly became a little embarrassed: "It's not me. There are many things that Professor Haimer told me, and he helped me figure it out. It's a pity that he was injured, otherwise I should really tell him all these things Listen."

"That's right, the terrible Professor Toby Highmore." Dobby nodded his head and said, "I never dared to approach him, I felt it when I was at the train station, and he was full of evil aura. "

Harry endured the thought of retorting and continued to listen in silence. He suddenly thought of Professor Haimer's evil class on cars, and after struggling for a long time, he finally tried to induce: "Dobby, are you making a mistake, Haimo?" Professor Mo is the target that the mysterious man intends to target? He has been attacked twice already."

"No, it won't, sir." Dobby shook his head vigorously and said, "I mean, of course, of course there are people who want to get rid of him, but no one dares to do it, not even the master. This risk, he—"

Dobby froze again, looking around blankly, until he saw Harry holding something hard like a pitcher in his arms so that Dobby couldn't punish himself.

"Want to do it but dare not." Harry said, staring straight into his eyes, "I know there is such a person, it's Lucius Malfoy, right?"

Dobby opened his mouth wide open without a sound. He was so frightened that he didn't even have time to say goodbye. After a loud crack, he disappeared into the ward.

Harry lay back on the hospital bed weakly, feeling as if he had just run a marathon, and he didn't even have the strength to move his eyeballs.

The pocket watch under the pajamas flickered slightly, the brightness was dim, completely covered by the moonlight, and no one noticed.

Meanwhile, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Lockhart was sitting behind a desk, in front of a peacock brush that had turned into a mouth, from which Harry's slight panting was constantly being heard.

"Maybe, I should prepare a new book in advance"

(End of this chapter)