What is that thing.

Or in other words, what is that thing on your head?

"This is very complicated and cannot be explained in a short time." Dumbledore held the burnt notes with a heavy heart. "Now I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic. I slipped out on the pretext of going to the bathroom."

"Can you come back tonight?" Harry demanded.

He acted like, if you didn't come back tonight, you would have to go to the Ministry with him.

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

He held up the notebook and shook it. "But first I have to deal with some problems. For example, the gentleman who stuffed this thing into Hogwarts."

"Then I'll wait for you in the office. What's the password?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore whispered: "Gryffindor."

"The password today is Gryffindor."

Harry couldn't help but sneered out of habit: "You seem to be a little more normal today."

Dumbledore said nothing, and let Harry and himself hold Fawkes' claws together and fly out of the Chamber of Secrets, and then he was Apparated away by the Phoenix.

He is very busy.

Harry summoned his Patronus, delivered a message to those still in the Gryffindor dormitory, and ran to the headmaster's office.

Not long.

Professor McGonagall and the others came hurriedly.

With the Weasley family, and Snape at the end.

"Potter, are you hurt?" Professor McGonagall hurried in, grabbed Harry's arm, looked him up and down carefully, and saw the bruises, feeling extremely distressed.

Snape didn't say anything, but he stood at the end of the team and cast a cold look at him.

Harry looked up and met his eyes. "No, just some minor scrapes and bruises. I've already taken the potion."

"Where's Professor Dumbledore?" McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. "He's not with you..."

Harry echoed her words: "He went back to the Ministry. Did you meet him too?"

"Miss Weasley and Mr. Weasley were cursed by that man." Professor McGonagall nodded, her tone heavy, "Professor Dumbledore just came over and lifted the curse on them, but he only asked me to contact Miss Weasley's parents after you come out, and he didn't say anything else."

Harry looked past Professor McGonagall to the Weasleys.

Ginny was still unconscious, held in the arms of Princess Percy.

Several little boys had bandages on their hands, and there was an unpleasant smell of medicine. They looked guilty and avoided eye contact. Even Ron was there, but no one had the courage to look Harry in the eye.

"Tom is much more cunning than I thought." Harry exhaled and shook his head, "Even his sincerity towards me was so fake."

"Professor Snape, please check Mr. Potter's body." McGonagall hesitated, then turned to Snape and said, "I will contact Mr. Weasley."

Snape stepped forward stiffly.

He is very nervous.

He had no experience in undressing other people, and when he and Harry were taking off their leather armor, he used too much force.

The Weasley brothers also looked over nervously.

There were no obvious external injuries.

There were several scrapes on his forehead and large bruises on his back, arms and legs.

"You're lucky." Snape took out the potion and handed it to Harry, his tone and actions as stiff as before.

Harry pushed his hand away and pulled a bottle of the same potion out of the Sorting Hat. "Thank you, I have my own."

Snape's hand froze and he took a deep breath. The medicine bottle seemed to be so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it steadily. After a while, he finally pulled his hand back with difficulty, as if he was pulling himself out of a swamp.

He stood aside, not saying anything, but glancing at Harry from time to time.

Harry said nothing.

Not long.

The flame in the headmaster's fireplace glowed green, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hurried out.

"Professor McGonagall." Arthur said nervously, "My children..."

"Don't worry, everything is fine." Professor McGonagall comforted him, "Percy and the others only suffered minor injuries, so they may have some problems eating during this period."

"Hey, Dad, I'm..." Fred raised his hands high, shook his body, and arched his hips against Percy, pretending to be cheerful in his tone.

George nudged him: "Oh, thank God, shut up, we are wizards, we can't say that!"

"Okay, okay." Fred sighed, "Even though we can't move our hands, little Ronnie still has one good hand."

"He's a little wizard. He ranked fifth last semester and is very good." George nodded in agreement. "The task of feeding the brothers will be left to little Ronnie."

"You can't do it, can you?" They both said in unison.

Ron forced a smile and nodded in agreement.

Molly rolled her eyes at them and looked at her youngest daughter worriedly: "What about Ginny?"

Professor McGonagall paused and said, "She, um, that person's soul resides in her soul, although that thing should have been solved..."

The more she spoke, the more hesitant her tone became, and she turned her head to look back.

Harry nodded, "Professor Dumbledore has taken care of it."

Professor McGonagall continued smoothly without any more obstruction: "Harry rescued her just in time, and Fawkes also shed tears for her."

"If you don't trust St. Mungo's, you can wait for Professor Dumbledore to come back."

Arthur and Molly looked at Harry, who was putting on his leather armor again, with complicated expressions.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter, you saved my daughter again." Arthur spoke with hesitation, he didn't know how to face Harry.

The guy who was living in his daughter's body was targeting Harry.

He was forced to risk his life, go to the secret room alone, and fight such a dangerous guy.

He had just noticed the injuries on his body.

originally……

He doesn't need to get hurt.

"Mr. Arthur." Harry walked towards him and opened his arms. "Just call me Harry."

Arthur paused, then hurriedly opened his arms and gave him a light hug.

"Ginny is my sister too." Harry said softly, "Brother saving sister, you have nothing to feel guilty about."

Molly was much more enthusiastic than Arthur. She pulled him over and hugged him tightly, saying with tears in her voice, "Harry, I'm sorry for making you like this."

"Don't be like that." Harry patted her back. "I'm not good at comforting crying women."

"You must come to the Burrow during the summer vacation." Molly invited, "I've always been worried that you are not having a good time with the Muggles."

Harry nodded: "You can stop worrying. Life was not very good before."

Molly opened her mouth, slightly stunned.

"But now it's good, I have excellent friends like Ron and George." Harry continued, "I have tasted your cooking from Ron, it's excellent, I will definitely have the chance to trouble you."

Molly nodded.

Arthur and McGonagall forced a smile. "I still plan to take the children to St. Mungo's. Please notify me when Professor Dumbledore returns."

They passed through the fireplace and left Hogwarts.

The crowded principal's office immediately became empty.

Outsiders leave.

Snape became more restless and looked at Harry more frequently.

But Harry said nothing and did nothing. He just put on the Sorting Hat, covering the face and eyes he hated the most.

He can't see anything.