Sabotage in Potions Class

Luo Bin knew what he was planning. In the original story, the three had chosen to steal... no, when the Main Character Group was doing something important, how could he call it "stealing"? Take... the three had avoided Snape and taken his private collection.

Counting carefully, there were only twenty days left until that Potions Class accident!

"Right, we still have plenty of time to think of another way!"

Harry pushed up his glasses and agreed.

"Let's hope so!"

Seeing Hermione struggling to stir the cauldron, Luo Bin took the stirring rod from her and stirred the potion clockwise at a steady pace.

"Luo Bin, you're the thoughtful one. Waiting for Harry and Ron to offer to help? Hah!"

Hermione rubbed her aching wrist as she spoke.

"Hermione, if you're tired, you can tell me!"

Ron sounded thoroughly puzzled.

"I'd like to help too, but my left hand isn't my dominant hand, so I can't put much strength into stirring. My right arm has only just regrown its bones. Even holding a glass rod is difficult."

"Yes, yes, you both have your reasons and excuses!"

Hermione leaned toward the cauldron to examine the potion's consistency. Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, each seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes.

Early Monday morning, the corridors, the tables in the Great Hall, and the various houses' common rooms were buzzing with the shocking news that Colin Creevey had been attacked the previous night and was now lying in the Hospital Wing like a dead man. Everyone was jumpy and suspicious.

Rumors about the "Chamber Monster" spread like a virus. The first-years, who knew only one or two basic spells, always traveled in twos and threes, as though being alone would make them a target for the monster.

As time passed, the panic