Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Harry has been feeling very lost these days, extremely lost. The way his classmates look at him has changed. The previous intimacy and gentleness have disappeared, replaced by distantness and a vague sense of fear.

That's right, it was fear. The first-year students didn't even dare to approach within ten meters of Harry, of course, except Colin Cleavey.

Since his cat was attacked, Mr. Filch has been "stationed" at the place where his cat was attacked. He sits in an armchair there, observing the students passing by with a sinister look in his eyes, and making things difficult for them for various reasons.

Harry, who wants to prove his innocence, always tries to find the real murderer despite the advice of others.

A few people who were trying to avoid Mr. Filch were discussing something in the corner.

"Which bathroom do you think the water came from?" Harry inquired.

"I think the water is coming from that direction..." Ron said uncertainly.

Several people came to the door of a girls' bathroom. Ron looked a little embarrassed. He was about to say something when a voice came over: "Ron? What are you doing in a place like this?" Percy walked over.

"None of your business..." Ron muttered.

"You guys don't want to go in there, do you?" Percy asked in a somewhat incredulous tone. "Forget about Miss Granger, but what do you guys want to do?"

"Come on, Percy," Hermione came out to smooth things over, "This bathroom is the territory of the ghost Moaning Myrtle, no girl will come here..."

"That won't do!" Percy's tone left no room for doubt. He opened his arms and drove them away. "Get out of here, all of you. Especially you, Ron. Do you know how worried Ginny is about you? The students all think you attacked Filch's cat. Because of this, Ginny cries every day. As a brother, you should have taken care of your sister..."

"Enough!" Ron suddenly exploded, "Do you think you really care about Ginny? You're just afraid that we'll drag you down, affect your image as a prefect, and affect your election as the student union president next year..."

"Shut up!" Percy's neck turned red. He yelled, and then his voice softened. "Five points from Gryffindor. You are already twelve years old, Ronnie. You should know what it means to be careful with your words and actions. Leave here and don't let me deduct more points from Gryffindor. You...you know, I have the right." After that, he strode away, looking a little sad...

Aris patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "You are a little aggressive in your words. Percy is at least a good prefect. He takes good care of his juniors..."

"Hmm..." Ron nodded sullenly and did not refute, but his ears turned a little red.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way the working principles of magic that transformed an animal into a goblet, the theoretical knowledge of magic that transformed living things into dead things, and demonstrated the casting process to the students in the class.

"This is a very simple basic Transfiguration," said Professor McGonagall. "Be careful, Mr. Grindelwald. Just conjure up an ordinary goblet. Don't conjure up the house cup. Pay attention to my chanting: one, two, three. Fura-woo-du-du~" As Professor McGonagall tapped her wand, a crow standing on the desk turned into an exquisite goblet.

"Who wants to try now?" Professor McGonagall ignored Aris who was eager to try, "You come, Mr. Weasley, one, two, three, fura-ra-doo~"

Ron cleared his throat: "Fulaweidu~" and pointed his wand at Scabbers on the desk. Scabbers did turn into a goblet, but this goblet was furry and had a rat tail swinging back and forth. The classmates in the class burst into laughter.

"If you can, try a different wand, Mr. Weasley," suggested Professor McGonagall. "Charlie doesn't perform so badly with this wand..."

Hermione, who was beside Aeris, raised her arms high. The classmates all looked at her in confusion. Professor McGonagall also looked over in confusion: "What's the matter, Miss Granger?"

"Professor..." Hermione asked hesitantly, "If possible, can you tell us about the Chamber of Secrets?"

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a long time, as if she was weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she said helplessly: "Well, this is not a secret..."

After organizing her thoughts, Professor McGonagall said, "As we all know, Hogwarts was founded a thousand years ago by four of the greatest wizards and witches of the time. They are Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin."

Professor McGonagall paused, and then continued, "Three of the founders have remained consistent in their ideas, but one of the founders has a disagreement with his former companions..."

Ron said quietly but clearly: "It's easy to guess who that loner is..."

Professor McGonagall did not blame Ron for interrupting her. Instead, she nodded and said, "Salazar Slytherin believes that students who are qualified to enter the school should be selected more rigorously. He believes that only children of pure blood from wizarding families can receive systematic magical education. He believes that those unsuitable children should be expelled from Hogwarts..."

Hermione said in a dull voice: "Those Muggle children..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Hermione and continued, "Legend has it that Salazar Slytherin had a big fight with the other three founders, and then left Hogwarts in a rage. But before Slytherin left, he opened a secret room somewhere in Hogwarts Castle and kept a terrible monster in it. Slytherin once left a prophecy: his descendants will return to Hogwarts Castle again, release the monster, and expel those students who Slytherin believes are not qualified to learn magic..."

After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, the whole class was silent.

"All of this is just a myth," said Professor McGonagall, her voice containing soothing magical fluctuations. "All previous headmasters, including the current headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, have searched for this legendary chamber, but they all found nothing. When everyone thought that the chamber did not exist, fifty years ago, it suddenly opened and took the life of a student from a Muggle family. The school was almost closed forever that time..." Professor McGonagall's expression was unusually solemn.

After the get out of class, what Professor McGonagall said spread like wildfire, and Harry's situation seemed to become even more difficult. Many students suspected that Harry was the heir of Slytherin as predicted.

When all the students walked around Harry, the funny duo: Fred and George always cleared the way for Aris and Harry in the corridor, shouting: "Make way, the great Slytherin heir and the future Dark Lord will pass through here..."

After Percy angrily dragged his two brothers away, Harry seemed to be in a better mood.

At the Gryffindor dinner table, Draco was still persevering in transferring the food from Harry's plate to his own. Harry suddenly asked, "Draco, are you the heir of Slytherin?"

The others also looked at Harry. Draco looked at Harry strangely, and said in a mocking tone, "Why, Potter, has the scar on your forehead finally grown into your brain? Or do you want to pass on the blame? How do I look like the heir of Slytherin?"

"Then... does your father know... about the opening of the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago..." Harry asked tentatively.

Before Harry could finish his question, Draco stood up and said through gritted teeth, "My father is only 38 years old this year. How could he know what happened fifty years ago? Are you doubting me... doubting my family? Potter! If you don't welcome me here, just say so..." After that, Draco was about to walk towards the Slytherin table.

Aeris grabbed Draco's sleeve and said earnestly, "Don't go, Draco, please sit down."

Draco sat down again, looking lost. Aeris filled a cup with pumpkin juice, placed it in front of Draco, and patted his shoulder. Aeris said to Harry, "We cannot choose our origins, but I believe that after going through so many things, the five of us are the most trusted partners of each other. Suspicion, distrust, and stubbornness will cause cracks in friendship. Harry, no matter how difficult your situation is, you can trust and rely on us unconditionally, and you can also trust and rely on Draco."

Harry looked ashamed, pushed his plate in front of Draco, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Draco, I'm sorry, I've been a little dizzy these days."

Draco didn't say anything, but stuffed the food on Harry's plate into his mouth as a matter of course.

The Quidditch season began. Gryffindor's first Quidditch match was against Ravenclaw. Before the game started, Cedric squeezed in next to the crowd. Draco smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Diggory, is there no room for Hufflepuff? What are you doing here?"

"There aren't many places in Slytherin either!" Cedric said cheerfully.

"You..." Draco was about to say something when Aeris said, "Well, Draco, Miss Zhang Qiu is the Seeker of the Ravenclaw team, and Cedric is here to cheer her on."

Draco curled his lips and said nothing more.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the two teams took off. A few minutes into the game, the competition between the two teams' bowlers was extremely exciting, and the batsmen were a little idle because the bludgers were only chasing Harry.

Ron noticed this unusual phenomenon and looked around with a telescope. He said anxiously, "The Bludger is only chasing Harry. Did someone cast a curse on it?"

Harry's situation in the sky was getting worse and worse. The Bludgers were like cannonballs, or tracking bullets, which made Harry in the sky very anxious. If it weren't for Captain Wood's strict training plan, which greatly improved Harry's flying skills, Harry would have been shot down.

Aeris quietly left the crowd and came to the edge of the field, where he took out his wand, ready to shoot down the Bludger even if it meant Harry losing the game.

The speed was too fast, and Aris couldn't find the right moment to attack either Harry who was flying or the runaway Bludgers, until Harry made a thrilling dive. He seemed to have caught the Golden Snitch, but he also fell off his broom to the ground. Fortunately, he was not high from the ground when he dived.

Seeing the Bludger rushing towards Harry's head, "Break into pieces!" Aris shouted, pointing his wand at the Bludger, which was instantly blown to pieces. Another Bludger also rushed over, "Thunder Explosion!" As Aris waved his wand, a gorgeous firework exploded in the air, as if celebrating the victory of the Gryffindor team.

"You all right, mate," Aeris walked towards Harry, who had the Snitch in one hand. Madam Hooch came over and announced, "Gryffindor wins!"

Harry let go of the Golden Snitch, covered his right arm with his left hand in pain, with big drops of sweat on his face. Before Aeris could approach Harry, a figure came to Harry like the wind. It was Professor Lockhart.

Professor Lockhart said: "Well done, Harry! Harry? Are you hurt? Broken bones? Don't worry, I can heal you..."

"No... I don't want you..." Harry's voice turned into horror. "What I need now is Madam Pomfrey... Aerys... Aerys! Come and help me..."

"Poor child!" said Professor Lockhart pityingly. "The pain has made you delirious."

In Harry's desperate eyes, Professor Lockhart took out his wand and pointed it at Harry's injured right arm. Aeris ran over there, but it was too late. Aeris seemed to hear a voice: "Broken bone ~ connect ~"

Harry's injured right arm hung limply, as if the bones in his arm had been pulled out.

Professor Lockhart held up Harry's boneless arm and tied a knot with his hands. He smacked his lips and said nonchalantly, "Sometimes such accidents do happen, but you... you really won't feel any pain..."

Professor Lockhart's words made Aris laugh. He sneered, "Are you kidding? Professor, your solution is to erase the root cause? Mr. Potter doesn't even have a bone left now!"

Professor Lockhart adjusted his robe awkwardly and said, "Mr. Grindelwald, you take Harry to the hospital ward..." After that, he ran away before anyone else gathered.