Section 1

"Your Highness, who do you think it would be done?" In Slytherin's common room, Soren, Ibikos and Isabella sat around the sofa by the fireplace.

"It's not clear yet." Sauron shook his head, "but it's unlikely that it's a curse that even Dumbledore can't be used by those who haven't touched the origin of magic."

"But what if that wasn't caused by a spell?" Isabella asked softly.

Sauron looked at Isabella, then at Ibikos, frowned and said, "If that's the case, I'm afraid the rumors in the secret room will be true."

"So do we need to take action?" Ibikos asked.

"We do nothing," Sauron shook his head and said, "No matter what the reason the cat was petrified is, the person who did this will definitely take action. It is not the time for us to take action. However, everyone has been careful recently. Although the man in the name of Slytherin's heir, he may not be our friend."

"Your Highness, if the rumors in the secret room are true, can we deal with it?" Ibikos asked.

"No matter what monster is in the secret room, I have the confidence to get rid of it," Sauron said calmly. "The person who opened the secret room is the key."

In the next few days, most of the students were discussing the topic of secret rooms, and even the Slytherins were not spared - most of them discussed the secret rooms excitedly and guessed who would be the heir of the Slytherin. However, that was all the impact of the secret rooms. The students were just curious and did not panic because Mrs. Loris was attacked. In fact, most of the students were happy that Mrs. Loris was petrified.

The Slytherins' relationship with other colleges has become more tense, especially with Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. The Slytherins have always hated students from Muggle families, and the attacks have made their attitude more obvious. Ibikos warned them seriously and privately scolded Draco Malfoy, who led the lead.

"Draco, remember that you are a Slytherin and a nobleman, don't always be so superficial." Ibicos said seriously.

However, everyone's attention quickly shifted to the Quidditch game on Saturday. Slytherin had a new finder, and all of them were replaced with a new broom - "Bright Wheel 2001", which made everyone pay great attention to this game. On Saturday morning, the field was full of people, not only Slytherin and Gryffindor, but also many students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw came.

Soren did not go to watch the game, but came alone to the place where Mrs. Loris was attacked that day. There was no one in the corridor, and they all gathered on the court. The scene in front of Soren was the same as that night, but the petrified cat was no longer hung on the torch stand, and leaning against an empty chair on the wall with the words "The secret room was opened."

Soren approached the wall and looked at the handwriting written in some blood carefully. Soren could feel the subtle magic fluctuations on it. Obviously, those inferiority complexes were a constant spell that prevented them from being wiped away. Apart from that, there was nothing special about these words, like a boring prank. Soren turned to look elsewhere, and suddenly, Soren's pupils shrank slightly-

"This is, the burnt marks." Sauron whispered to himself. The traces were distributed on the floor very unnatural and new, obviously only recently. Students cannot release magic in the corridors, and other actions cannot leave burnt marks on the floor. So there is only one explanation, which was left by the attack that night.

Sauron was about to continue looking elsewhere, and he heard footsteps and walked out of the corner. It was Isabella.

"Your Highness, you can find you." Isabella gasped, "Harry had an accident, and the ball broke his arm. He should have been sent to Mrs. Pomfrey now."

"Damn." Sauron muttered, "Thank you, Isabella, I'll go there now." After that, he walked towards the school hospital.

"I'll be with you." Isabella followed Sauron.

In the school hospital, Mrs. Pomfrey was very unhappy.

"You should come to me directly!" she said angrily, holding up Harry's pitiful, lifeless arm. It was still a free-moving arm just half an hour ago, but Lockhart just used a wrong spell to destroy the bones inside.

"I can tie the bones in one second--but let them grow again--" Mrs. Pomfrey frowned.

"How do you do it, are you?" Harry asked very urgently.

"Of course I will, but it will hurt very much." Mrs. Pomfrey said with a stern face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to spend the night here..."

The curtains around Harry's hospital bed were pulled up, Ron helped him change into his pajamas, and Hermione was waiting outside. It took them a lot of time to stuff the rubber-like, boneless arm into his sleeve.

"How do you protect Lockhart now, um, Hermione?" Ron pulled Harry's soft fingers out of his cuffs one by one, and shouted through the curtain, "If Harry wants to remove the bone, he will raise it himself.

"Everyone makes mistakes," said Hermione, "and now his arm doesn't hurt anymore, right, Harry?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," said Harry, "but it can do nothing." He waved his legs and went to the bed, his arms swinging weakly.

Hermione and Mrs. Pomfrey walked around the curtain. Mrs. Pomfrey held a large bottle in her hand with a label of "Bone-Born Spirit". "It was a tough night," she said, pouring out a steaming cup and handing it to Harry, "It's a very uncomfortable thing to grow bones."

The taste of the bone spirit was very bad, and Harry had a hard time drinking. Mrs. Pomfrey stepped out, still smacking her lips, complaining that the sport was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent. Ron and Hermione stayed in the ward and fed Harry to swallow a few sips of water.

"But we won," Ron said, with a smile on his face, "thanks to you who caught the golden thief. Malfoy's expression...he looks like he wants to kill someone!"

"I really want to know what he did to the roaming ball." Hermione said angrily. "We can also write this question on the list and ask him together after we have taken the compound decoction." - Although Sauron has said that he does not want Harry and the other two to meddle in other people's business, and Harry did extinguish his unnecessary thoughts, but it may be because of Gryffindor's nature that Ron and Hermione finally decided to investigate the matter. They suspected that Malfoy opened the secret room. In order to prevent him from attacking other students, Hermione thought of a way to use the compound decoction to become a person around Malfoy, and then asked Malfoy the truth.

"I guess if Malfoy really tampered with the ball and made Harry like this, Sauron would kill him." Ron said, looking at Harry's arm, "but before that, if Sauron knew that it was Lockhart who had removed Harry's arm bone, Sauron would have killed Lockhart first."

Harry opened his mouth helplessly after hearing this, while Hermione whispered: "No, Professor Lockhart did not mean it, and how could the student beat the professor?" She seemed a little worried.

"I'm not sure." Ron tilted his mouth.

"—Unsure what?" Sauron's voice.

Soren and Isabella walked in from outside the door. Soren walked to Harry's bed and frowned at Harry, "How could this happen? Isabella told me that a roaming ball was out of control during the game."

"Well, he broke Harry's arm." Hermione said guiltily.

Sauron raised his eyebrows, "If it's just broken arm, I think Mrs. Pomfrey will be cured in a few seconds." Sauron looked at the bottle of "Bone Raw Spirit" potion on the table next to him, "And, there's no need to drink this fracture. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"That..." As soon as Ron spoke, Hermione pulled him from the side, but Ron ignored her and said hesitantly: "After the game, Harry fell on the court. Professor Lockhart used a spell on Harry's arm, and the bones in Harry's arm were wiped out..."

As Ron had expected at the beginning, Soren's face was so gloomy after hearing this. He squinted his eyes and took a few deep breaths, then turned around and left. Isabella, Ron and Hermione knew very well what Soren was going to do, so he hurriedly grabbed Soren.

At this moment, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and the Gryffindor team members came to see Harry. They were all covered in mud, like a chicken falling from the ground. "Harry, you are flying so well..." George didn't finish speaking, watching the people pulling the angry rope, "What's wrong, what are you doing?"

Seeing the Gryffindors come in, Sauron suppressed the urge to teach Lockhart a lesson now, waved his hand to signal Isabella and Ron to let him go.

"Nothing, thank you for coming to see Harry," Sauron said to the Gryffindors.

"Nothing, this is what we should do. Harry performed very well today, he is our hero." Wood said with a polite smile. In fact, because Sauron is Harry's brother and is usually friendly to people from other academys, Wood and the other Gryffindors are also very polite to Sauron.

The team members brought cakes, candy and a few bottles of pumpkin juice. They gathered by Harry's bed and were about to have a very happy party. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Pomfrey roared and rushed in, "This child needs rest. He has thirty-three bones to grow! Go out! Go out!"

"Goodbye, Harry, rest assured to heal." Sauron said gently, and left.

On the way back to the Slytherin Lounge, Isabella looked at the expressionless Sauron and asked carefully: "If we didn't stop you just now, how would you do that guy Lockhart?"

Sauron looked at Isabella and said calmly: "What can I do? I just teach him a lesson. I'm not crazy enough to openly kill a teacher in school."

Isabella breathed a light sigh and asked, "What's going on with that roaming ball? Someone has cast a spell on it?"

Sauron nodded slightly, "A pretty powerful spell should be a confusion spell or something, and the person who casts the spell is a master."

"Will it be related to the last attack?" Isabella said, "it may have been done by the same person."

"It's not clear yet, but-" Sauron took a deep breath and said coldly-

"Whoever dares to hurt the person I want to protect will die!"
Chapter completed!