Madam Pomfrey glared at him.

"I'm glad you knew to come to the school hospital, but I'm very unhappy that you didn't come to me directly!"

She held up the pathetic, lifeless thing, which was as limp as an extra, half-developed arm.

"I can put bones back together in a second—but to make them grow back again—"

"Never again?" Cyrus said. "It can't be hard again? I mean - the bone."

"What else could it be?" Ron didn't quite understand.

"Of course I will let it grow out, but it will be very painful, and he will have to stay here tonight." Madam Pomfrey said sternly, throwing a set of pajamas to Harry and looking at Cyrus hard at the same time, "What on earth are you thinking about, little girl..."

The curtains around Harry's bed were drawn, and Ron helped him into his pajamas while Hermione and Cyrus waited outside. Ron had a difficult time getting his rubbery, boneless arm into the sleeve.

"How are you going to protect Lockhart now, eh, Hermione?" Ron said loudly through the curtain as he pulled Harry's limp fingers out of his sleeves one by one. "If Harry wanted the bone removed, he would have asked for it himself."

"Everyone makes mistakes," said Hermione. "And your arm doesn't hurt anymore, does it, Harry?"

"It really doesn't hurt anymore." Even Cyrus looked at Hermione with a ridiculous expression. Needless to say, what expression Harry, the first victim, had now. "Hermione, you should be more rational. Think about it. If Madam Pomfrey couldn't help, Harry's right hand would be useless. Lockhart almost made him disabled forever."

"He has no ability at all. He shouldn't have done anything he was not sure of from the beginning."

This made Hermione a little sad, and then Madam Pomfrey came in behind the curtain with a large bottle labeled Bone Spirit, and the two of them followed.

"It's been a rough night," she said, pouring out a large, steaming cup and handing it to Harry. "Growing bones is a rough thing."

Seeing Harry's sad look, Ron decided to say something else to change the subject: "At least we won! Thanks to you for catching the Golden Snitch. Malfoy's expression... he looked like he wanted to kill someone!"

"I wonder what he's done with that Bludger," said Hermione angrily. They had already blamed Malfoy for the Bludger's problems.

"We can put this question on the list and ask him after we drink the Polyjuice Potion. I hope the Polyjuice Potion tastes better than this stuff..." Harry's voice became lower and lower. Before Hermione and Ron realized something was wrong, they saw that Harry's eyes seemed to be fixed on Cyrus.

"Compound potion?" Cyrus expressed his "doubts" at a very timely manner.

Now, they also realized that something was wrong.

"Harry! You let it slip!" Hermione covered his mouth with a pillow like crazy.

Ron quickly stopped in front of Cyrus and said in a panic, "You heard me wrong, Ginny. Without the Polyjuice Potion, how could we possibly make it? It's a potion that even senior students can't make, not to mention that the secret recipe is hidden in the Restricted Section, and we have to steal the potion from Snape! This is impossible! And we can't find a place where we can concentrate on making the potion without being disturbed..."

"Ron, I have to remind you, you have told almost everything!" Harry used his left hand to pry open the pillow with difficulty.

Ron turned pale immediately and begged, "Don't tell Mom, please..."

He almost kowtowed to Cyrus.

"Hehe..." Hermione smiled awkwardly.

"Of course I won't tell tales." Cyrus shook his head. This would do him no good, but...

"So, you plan to use the Polyjuice Potion to become a Slytherin, and then find out if Malfoy is the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets?"

The trio nodded immediately.

Then, Hermione reacted and said in surprise: "Wait, you know about the Polyjuice Potion? And you know its use?"

You know, Ron had never heard of any compound potion.

"You too--" Ron was about to refuse when there was a bustling noise outside the door. The Gryffindor team members flocked in. He had no choice but to shut his mouth and desperately winked at Cyrus.

The team brought a lot of food and drinks, as if they were going to have a party directly in the school hospital, which annoyed Madam Pomfrey. She immediately rushed out from the other side and drove everyone out.

"The kid needs to rest. He has thirty-three bones to grow! Get out! Get out!"

At the entrance of the school hospital, Cyrus met Colin who came to visit. The boy wanted to go in, but was pushed out again by a group of people from the team. The small guy stretched his neck to look in the crowd.

Ron couldn't avoid him and immediately moved away.

"Don't look at me, Colin. Madam Pomfrey doesn't allow us to visit Harry." Cyrus reminded him "kindly". "But you can, secretly..."

After saying that, he left.

Ginny was a little too tired, so in order not to affect her health, Cyrus decided to take a rest. There were still several hours until the curfew at Hogwarts. - At night, Cyrus woke up in the dark chamber.

Huge basilisks surrounded him.

Although its eyes possessed terrifying magical power, they could not harm him, the person who controlled the basilisk.

"It's time for the second hunt to begin!"

He sat on the basilisk's head and ordered it to close its eyes. This magical animal is actually very different from a snake, and its movements rely more on vision and hearing than on heat sensing.

"Follow my command, I will show you the way forward." A terrifying sound came out of Cyrus' mouth, like an evil thing whispering.

Hogwarts was quiet and eerie at night. Cyrus swiftly avoided Filch who was still on patrol and rode the huge snake towards the school infirmary.

At the same time, Colin also took a bunch of grapes secretly left at the dinner and planned to visit Harry Potter secretly in the same way as Cyrus told him. Because it was the first time to go on a night tour, Colin also brought his own camera, hoping to take some special photos.

From this perspective, he can be said to have gotten what he wanted.

He hummed a song and walked briskly around the corner, but accidentally bumped into a huge object, causing Colin to fall to the ground and even the grapes in his hand fell.

"What the hell—" His voice quickly died away in his throat along with the sight.

At this moment, a huge snake, whose head alone was bigger than his, was facing him with its eyes closed. And on the snake was the familiar "Ginny Weasley".

"Ginny, you are the heir of Slytherin?" he said ridiculously.

"That's right, it's a pity that no third person will know about this." Cyrus said jokingly.

Colin seemed to realize something and immediately picked up the camera and pointed it at the basilisk and Ginny, trying to take a picture of the culprit.

I can die, but at least——

“Crack!”

"Goodnight, little lion of Gryffindor."

It's the weekend!!! Yeah

(End of this chapter)