Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

Chapter 293 My heart beat faster

That night, the three of us were in the common room doing our "Spellology" homework.

"Who is it? Who wants to kick out trash like Squibs or Muggle-born children from Hogwarts?" Hermione broke the silence and spoke suddenly.

"Although it's hard to say, I think there should be a certain number of people who think this way, especially in those pure-blood families with a long history." I briefly explained the concept of "pure-bloodism", and Harry and Hermione fell into deep thought after listening.

"Which college do you think has the most students who hold 'pure-blood' beliefs?"

"I don't know what I personally think, but if it's considered that way for generations, it's Slytherin. Most of the students there come from conservative families."

"Perhaps some students know about the Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione asked.

"Well, it's quite possible. After all, the Chamber of Secrets was said to have been created by Salazar Slytherin." I nodded in agreement. After all, this possibility cannot be completely ruled out. After hearing this, Hermione fell into deeper thought.

...I have a bad feeling.

"How about we go ask Malfoy?" Harry suggested. Although he didn't have a close relationship with Malfoy, they would occasionally say hello and chat with him.

"Forget it." Hermione shook her head. "If Malfoy is really involved in this matter, he will definitely not tell us easily. If it is not related, he may also feel that we are offending him."

In fact, Draco has not yet clearly expressed his contempt for "Muggle-borns" in front of us, but his attitude towards Hermione is obviously not very friendly. Therefore, he usually only greets us with polite words. (Of course, he and I will not be too close.)

"We have other ways, but they are very difficult and dangerous. They would violate more than fifty school rules," Hermione whispered.

The bad feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

"If it's dangerous, forget it..." I tried to dissuade her from thinking this. Can't we just wait for Sirius's reply?

However, once Hermione decided on something, she tended to become very persistent.

"We need Polyjuice Potion," Hermione said suddenly firmly.

I knew it would come to this!

***

The next day, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, when Hermione was going to find Lockhart to sign the permit to enter the restricted area, I went to the corridor alone to wait. After all, it was Lockhart, and if I was there, who knew what he would ask for.

This time the pass is not for a specific book, but a special pass that allows us to browse all the books in the restricted area. (Since we are going to use it, we should make use of all resources as much as possible.)

Not long after, Harry and Hermione came out excitedly.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Done!" Harry winked at me, I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, and the three of us quickly walked towards the library.

After passing the inspection of Madam Pince who was suspicious of us, Harry and Hermione searched for the target books in the restricted area, while I looked for some books with "dark magic" written on them. After all, our "Defense Against the Dark Arts" professor Lockhart was not very reliable, so if we wanted to learn practical knowledge, we had to rely on ourselves.

With the special pass, we can freely read the books in the restricted area (of course, the truly dangerous books are not placed randomly in the restricted area), so I plan to take this opportunity to study hard. Just don't go in and out of the restricted area too often, so as not to attract attention.

We hid in the toilets of Moaning Myrtle and read books from the restricted section. Hermione found the Greatest Potions and I read the Seventy Darkest Magical Arts. Although the contents of the book made me shudder, I still tried to write down various curses and hexes in my Muggle notebook.

"At least, we need to be on guard against these dark arts, otherwise it will be difficult to survive in this world."

Hermione suddenly shouted excitedly: "I found it! 'Polyjuice Potion'!"

Her voice was filled with excitement, and as she looked at the contents on the page, she whispered, "This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen."

However, I reminded her: "Hermione, being decisive is your strength, but remember that stealing is a crime."

Although Sirius's reply was not as helpful as we had hoped, Hermione's resolve was strengthened.

The end result was that Hermione successfully stole the required materials in the "Potions Class" next Thursday.

How bold!

……

It happened the Saturday before Hermione got the ingredients for Polyjuice Potion, on the day of the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Remember what happened? (Breaking the fourth wall)

Yes, that was the "Blurger rampage incident" in which Dobby went on a rampage in order to "protect" Harry (as he thought).

The Bludger chased Harry frantically, while Fred and George tried desperately to defend and protect him. Unfortunately, it started to rain heavily, and the audience noticed something was wrong and started to talk about it.

——Gryffindor audience is of course no exception.

"This is so weird! How could a Bludger be so persistent in focusing on just one player?!"

"Someone must be interfering with magic!"

It was almost certainly Dobby's doing, but the Bludger was moving too fast for us to intervene. If we acted rashly, we might hit Harry or one of the twins.

Meanwhile, Slytherin had scored 60 points. George signaled to Wood for a timeout.

I could see the Gryffindor players discussing countermeasures, but I was too far away to hear what they were saying. However, I could guess that Harry had come up with another suicidal strategy. How did I know that?

As soon as the game resumed, Harry started flying around the court like crazy, with the Bludgers chasing him! My heart almost stopped beating.

From the perspective of the onlookers, the Bludger could smash Harry's head at any time. Whenever Harry dived or rose sharply, there would always be screams from the Gryffindor stands.

"Ahhhh! It makes my heart beat faster!"

I held my heart that was about to jump out of my chest and stared at Harry intently. The moment Harry stopped his broom, the Bludger hit his right arm.

"Harry!!!"

Hermione and I screamed at the same time, and then Harry dived as if he was about to fall to the ground, hitting the muddy ground with a huge splash.

Harry rolled off his broom, but he held the Snitch firmly in his upraised left hand.

The Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers - Gryffindor had won.

***

By the time Hermione and I arrived at the pitch, Lockhart had joined the Gryffindor crowd surrounding Harry.

——We are late.

The bone in Harry's right arm had been completely "healed" by the incompetent Lockhart and was now completely gone.

It went without saying that Harry would have to spend the night in the Hospital Wing. Little did I know, however, that we would be told shocking news the following morning.

The next morning, Sunday, Professor McGonagall quietly gathered my brothers and sisters, including Charlie, to the hospital wing.

I already had a bad feeling at that time.

Because - one person is missing.

Professor McGonagall pulled open the curtain with a serious expression. On the simple hospital bed, lay a person we were very familiar with, with fear written all over his face.

It was Ginny Weasley.

It's our transformed sister, Ginny.