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Justin Finch-Fletchley was lying on the floor, rigid and cold, a look of shock frozen on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. And that wasn't all. Next to him was another figure, the strangest sight Harry had ever seen.
"But maybe you've got to be related to Slytherin, so Dumbledore couldn't -" began Dean Thomas, but Professor Binns had had enough.
"No," said Harry, "have you, Ron? Ron?"
Ron turned, speechless, to Harry, who had another worry.
"You met Hagrid down Knockturn Alley, didn't you, Harry?"
"Harry Potter risks his own life for his friends!" moaned Dobby in a kind of miserable ecstasy. "So noble! So valiant! But he must save himself, he must, Harry Potter must not -"
"Exactly," said Ron. "And now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something -"
Hermione opened Moste Potente Potions carefully, and the three of them bent over the damp-spotted pages. It was clear from a glance why it belonged in the Restricted Section. Some of the potions had effects almost too gruesome to think about, and there were some very unpleasant illustrations, which included a man who seemed to have been turned inside out and a witch sprouting several extra pairs of arms out of her head.
"Enter," said the old wizard in a feeble voice.
Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
"Snape can't prove it was you," said Ron reassuringly to Harry. "What can he do?"
And within five minutes, the class had sunk back into its usual torpor.
Lockhart hadn't mended Harry's bones. He had removed them.