Making a Ruckus

To prevent further complications, Pettigrew should be sent to Azkaban as soon as possible. After Cyberlina left his office, Dumbledore composed himself and went to the hospital wing. Under Pomfrey's stern gaze, he drew the curtains around Harry's bed. Harry's arm had actually healed the day before, but Pomfrey insisted he needed more rest and kept him in the hospital wing for the entire day to ensure he was fully recovered before returning to classes. Now, Harry had just woken up after a full night's sleep, and Dumbledore was here to see him again!

What could possibly require a young wizard's knowledge? She suspected Harry wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight.

Still groggy from just waking up, Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion as he cast a Silencing Charm around the area. Dumbledore then sat at the foot of his bed and began to tell him about events from the past.

After only a few sentences, Harry's spirits lifted. He sat up straight, his eyes red, and listened intently to Dumbledore, clutching his blanket as he heard the whole story.

"Headmaster... can I go see him?" Harry's voice choked up slightly. "See my... godfather."

"You can't visit Azkaban. You need to wait for Sirius to be released, child," Dumbledore said, patting Harry's hand as Harry lowered his head. "But if you wish to observe the interrogation, I can help you apply for permission."

Harry's head shot up, then he hesitated. "Will that be too much trouble for you?"

"No, it's no trouble at all," Dumbledore smiled. "But if you're willing to ask Cyberlina... that would be even easier."

Harry remembered the Daily Prophet Hermione had brought him during lunch break that day. It reported on Hagrid's exoneration, but the accompanying photo was of Cyberlina, standing calmly and smiling in her school robes amidst a crowd of adults in suits and long robes.

It was a simple photo, yet it had deeply moved the young wizards.

However, Harry was puzzled that the newspaper didn't detail the process of Hagrid's exoneration or any specifics of the case. It only emphasized that Cyberlina and Dumbledore were among the witnesses, without even stating what the witnesses testified to. It was as if the page was solely for that one photograph.

"Alright, I'll go ask her," Harry nodded, then glanced at the diary hidden under his pillow. He hesitated, wondering if he should tell Dumbledore about the information he'd heard from Dobby the night before, especially since he wasn't sure if it was accurate.

Dumbledore noticed Harry's action and his hesitation. He then said, "Cyberlina isn't exactly eager to go to the Ministry of Magic."

"Hmm?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

"So, if you want to persuade her to help you observe, you'd better say a bit more," Dumbledore winked. "She's very willing to help others."

Harry paused, then his eyes lit up. "I'll ask her more!" he immediately declared.

Harry had expected to wait until the next day to see Cyberlina, but to his surprise, after lingering in the hospital wing for a while longer, he saw Cyberlina and Snape entering the hospital wing, each supporting a red-haired individual. Oh, wait, Snape was just holding the other one by the scruff of his neck. Harry wondered if Snape's arm wasn't tired from holding it up so high.

"Good heavens, what happened?" Pomfrey appeared at the entrance of the hospital wing. "Oh, you two Weasley boys, where did you get yourselves into this state again!"

Only then did Harry notice that both Weasley twins were covered in blood. The one Snape was dragging, whether George or Fred, was holding his arm stiffly.

Snape's expression was grim, and his voice was laced with obvious anger. "These two geniuses thought they could play Quidditch in the corridor."

"We weren't—"

Fred, who was being supported by Cyberlina, tried to speak but was gently patted on the arm and silenced by her.

"They were using flying brooms in the corridor and fell onto the armor," Cyberlina explained as she helped Fred to the nearest bed. Snape, with a scowl, carried George to another bed.

"Oh, you..." Pomfrey seemed about to scold them but ultimately said nothing, pursing her lips and sternly beginning to examine the two boys' injuries.

"And you, Severus," Cyberlina said, looking at Snape who was standing to the side. "Your arm, let me see it."

This statement drew everyone's attention in the hospital wing to Snape's other arm, which he had kept pressed to his side since the beginning.

Snape's face stiffened, and he subtly moved his arm behind his back, saying coldly, "I'm fine."

"Severus, if you're injured, you can't hide it!" Pomfrey declared. "Let Cyberlina have a look. Don't you trust her healing spells?"

Under the watchful eyes of two senior Slytherins and three young Gryffindors, Snape's expression grew even worse.

--Wait, three?

Snape suddenly turned his head to look at Harry. Harry instinctively dodged to the side, hiding behind the swaying curtains--then closed his eyes. What was I thinking, hiding? There's nothing to hide from!

"Ha, almost forgot that our Quidditch-winning Savior also fell off his broom—"

"You two can argue later, deal with your injuries first." Cyberlina walked to Snape's other side, carefully examined the wound on his shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's alright. The swords and knives on those armors are just ordinary sharp objects. A spell can fix it."

With that, Cyberlina raised her wand and lightly tapped the not-so-shallow wound. Snape felt a gust of wind pass over the wound, the pain instantly lessened, and then, he saw his wound had already healed. Cyberlina even used a mending charm to repair his torn sleeve and outer robe.

Snape's lips moved for a long moment before he slowly uttered, "...Thank you."

He'd had Cyberlina treat his injuries twice today.

"You're welcome," Cyberlina said with a smile, putting away her wand, clearly pleased with his honesty. "Alright, you and Harry can continue your bickering now."

Snape: "..." He truly hated her condescending tone when she spoke to him like this!

So, he turned his gaze to Harry.

Harry, who had half his head poking out from behind the curtain after being suddenly glared at by Snape: "..." If you have the guts, glare at Cyberlina!

Meanwhile, Pomfrey, while treating the twins, one with a broken leg and the other with a broken arm, couldn't help but ask, "How did you two even think of riding brooms in the corridor!"

"We were looking for our pet."

"He's missing."

The Weasley twins said in unison.

"But we were afraid of disturbing others."

"So we thought it would be better to fly above everyone's heads while searching."

Pomfrey: "...Wouldn't that mean everyone would see you?" She suspected these two Gryffindor boys just wanted to ride their brooms in the crowded corridor.

"We have a secret treasure!"

"No one will see us."

"We've tried it many times." The twins said in unison, completely unconcerned that they were in front of two professors and a pseudo-student.

Anyone who hasn't been caught before hasn't really experienced anything.

Pomfrey also knew that these two children had many strange and unusual items. After putting down George's arm, which she had just healed, she said crossly, "Then why did you miscalculate this time? Not only did you get hurt yourselves, but you hurt others too."

"Heh..." Snape, who was eavesdropping, let out a cold laugh and looked at Cyberlina.

Cyberlina smiled and looked back fearlessly.

This matter couldn't be blamed on her at all!

Because she had recognized the Weasley twins' alchemy talent from the beginning, she had been giving them some small trinkets she had personally refined, wanting to guide them gradually.

Among them were several disposable invisibility blankets she had made years ago, imitating the Invisibility Cloak.

But she had a habit of leaving markings on her own creations that only she could recognize.

So, after chatting with Snape and returning to Hogwarts via the map, she saw the marking of her alchemical item floating in the air and quickly understood which two people it belonged to.

At the same time, she was a little confused—it was still a bit before curfew, why were these two already using invisibility blankets?

So she pretended not to see, pulled Snape along, and took a different path towards the dungeons. But after passing a corner, she stopped immediately, cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself, and then turned to follow the invisibility blanket.

Snape, not interested in getting involved in her affairs, continued on the path towards his office, which was a bit longer but still led there.

But who knew that the Weasley twins' destination was also underground? So, without the Marauder's Map, they ran into Snape again and stopped just in time once more.

However, this time, Snape's vigilance, usual during his nightly patrols, quickly detected that something was wrong in the surroundings. He drew his wand, held it in his hand, and narrowed his eyes as he approached the twins' location.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the twins immediately started to move forward, even accelerating—but the blanket had a limited length. Despite their excellent coordination, their speed caused a small part of their broom tails to be exposed.

Snape, already on alert, instinctively flung a spell at the suddenly exposed object. Then, Cyberlina, who had been following the twins with a Disillusionment Charm, cast a spell to block it—Snape's spell and Cyberlina's spell collided. No one was injured, but the blanket was damaged and lost its effect.

The Weasley twins were exposed to Snape.

They instinctively tried to accelerate and fly away, but as the damaged blanket fell, one end snagged on George's broom tail, and the other end tangled with the enchanted armor below them. So, as they accelerated—George was yanked backward violently, and Fred and George, almost side-by-side, were also pulled backward.

Snape reacted extremely quickly. As the enchanted armor swung its twin blades, he immediately cast a petrification spell on them. Thus, George and Fred fell directly to the ground instead of onto the blades.

However, Snape, in his haste to scold them, accidentally cut his arm with a blade that had already extended as he instinctively stood between George and the enchanted armor.

"So, Poppy, you see, this has nothing to do with me, right?" Cyberlina smiled at Pomfrey.

Pomfrey pursed her lips slightly. The matter indeed had nothing to do with Cyberlina, yet she felt her influence was everywhere...

Whether old or young, they were all troublesome!

So, after healing Fred's leg, Pomfrey bundled all of them out of the hospital wing.

"Almost forgot," Snape said with a stern face, glancing sideways at the Gryffindors. "Riding brooms in the corridor, twenty points from Gryffindor."

Then, in front of everyone, he conjured time magic and chuckled, "It looks like you won't even make it to your dorms before curfew, so—"

"You can!" Cyberlina shoved the Marauder's Map into George's hand.

The Weasley twins glanced at Snape's gloomy expression, then at each other, and in a few seconds, they completed the action of taking the map and teleporting to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room—not forgetting to grab the brooms Cyberlina had placed at the entrance of the hospital wing.

Snape: "...Cyberlina Sekerei!"

—The thought that she was a good senior in the Forbidden Forest earlier was definitely! A misperception!

Facing the enraged Snape, Cyberlina smiled and slung an arm around Harry's shoulder. "I still need to go find Albus with Harry. Goodnight, Severus."

With that, she quickly turned and took Harry with her.

Harry looked up, a little dazed, and said, "But Headmaster Dumbledore already saw me this afternoon."

"But I feel like you have something to tell me," Cyberlina said, looking down at him and smiling.

Harry immediately nodded. "Yes, Senior Cyberlina."

"Then tell me, what is it?" Cyberlina slowed her pace as they moved away from the hospital wing. "It's okay, Professor McGonagall is on patrol tonight. With me here, she won't deduct any points from you."

So Harry first told Cyberlina about wanting to observe the trial—but he didn't mention that Dumbledore had suggested it.

However, after listening, Cyberlina raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Albus asked you to tell me?"

Harry paused, then nodded slowly and lightly.

"It's more than that, isn't it?" Cyberlina smiled and shook her head. "If it were just this, he wouldn't have sent you to ask me—because I already answered him this question."

Harry's eyes widened as he nodded, then took out Riddle's diary and recounted to Cyberlina what the poor house-elf Dobby had said the night before—from Dobby preventing him from returning to school—to Dobby attacking him with a Bludger—to Dobby mentioning the Chamber of Secrets—and finally, how he had tested that Dobby had seen the diary.

"So, Harry, your conclusion is—" Cyberlina smiled, watching Harry think.

"Ron said house-elves have their own masters, and whenever I ask for details, Dobby starts apologizing, saying he can't say—" Harry looked at Cyberlina seriously. "So I think Dobby's master put this diary of Voldemort's into Hogwarts. His master is a Death Eater, and this might have been instructed by Voldemort!"

"But Harry, there's a part of Voldemort inside here," Cyberlina pointed at the diary with her finger. "And this part... was only awakened after arriving at Hogwarts."

Harry first tilted his head in confusion, then after thinking for a few seconds, he looked at the diary in his hand and recalled some conversations with Riddle—

"Ah! The Voldemort inside here doesn't know he'd been to Hogwarts before!" Harry said excitedly to Cyberlina. "So Voldemort didn't put it in!"

"Very good, Harry, I think your guess is correct," Cyberlina added. "Although house-elves can indeed Apparate within Hogwarts, that doesn't mean all house-elves can—they need permission. Otherwise, wouldn't the house-elves of evil wizards be able to come and go as they please?"

"So Dobby was allowed to enter Hogwarts?" Harry frowned.

"What were you doing when you were hit by the Bludger?" Cyberlina asked with a smile.

"Playing Quidditch—Ah! I know, there were people from outside the school watching the Quidditch match!"

"Correct, Harry," Cyberlina stroked the cover of the diary, a smile playing on her lips. "I once heard Fred and George say that their father and Draco's father had a fight in Diagon Alley, is that right?"

"Yes, I was stunned at the time," Harry nodded repeatedly, then suddenly paused and looked up sharply. "You mean—Malfoy?"

"Coincidentally, their family are former Death Eaters," Cyberlina's smile deepened. "And also one of the Ministry's sponsors. Albus is... trying to get me to warn the Malfoy family, isn't he... He really knows how to use people."

Harry fell silent, lowered his head, and pretended to admire the diary—he had a premonition that the headmaster was about to have bad luck.