章節 29: #Chapter 27
*Roses POV*
I woke up with some talking. Everything was dark, and I was on a different bed. I was at the hospital wing!
Someone was talking, the voice sounded familiar.
I face palmed myself, It was Harry Potter... The boy who lived was talking to himself?
No.
There was a second voice.
"Harry Potter came back to school!"
Huh? Why wouldn't he?
"Dobby warned and warned Harry Potter. Ah sir, why didn't you heed Dobby? Why didn't Harry Potter go back home when he missed the train."
I was so confused. Who was this Dobby and why would he even warn the boy who lived?
Harry got angry at Dobby because he blocked the barrier. I blame Dobby as well, because he should not have warned Harry because Harry would have found out himself anyways.
"Dobby must go!"
There was a loud crack in he air, did someone just brake their bone?
However, in the next moment, Dumbledore was backing into the room, wearing a long woolly dressing gown and a nightcap.
I hid under the covers, peeping up a bit, silently laughing.
Dumbledore was carrying one end of what looked like the statue. Why would they bring a statue in the hospital wing? I would rather put it outside.
McGonagall appeared a second later, carrying its feet. I did hope that statue had no Raven poop on it.
"Get Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore whispered, and Professor McGonagall hurried past our beds and out of sight.
I heard urgent voices, and then McGonagall swept back into view, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, who was pulling a cardigan over her nightdress. I heard a sharp intake of breath.
"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey whispered to Dumbledore, bending on the statue on the bed.
"Another Attack," Dumbledore said,"Minerva found him on the stairs."
I closed my mouth to stop me from gasping. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled around. Merlin knows what was going on in his mind.
I looked at the statue more closely, it was a boy, with a camera.
"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey whispered.
No, he was not petrified, he just playing hide and seek and became a statue so no one could find him. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes," Professor McGonagall said,"But I shudder to to think .... If Albus hadn't been downstairs for hot chocolate, who knows what might have ...."
Who might have what?
The three of the them stared at the statue. Then Dumbledore leaned forward and prised the camera out of thr boy's rigid grip.
"You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" McGonagall said eagerly.
Dumbledore didn't answer. He prised open the back of thr Camera.
"Good Gracious!" Madam Pomfrey said.
A jet of steam had hissed out of the camera. I smelt the acrid smell of burnt plastic.
"Melted,"said Madam Pomfrey wonderingly,"all melted ...."
"What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked Urgently.
"It means ...."
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