The days following the Polyjuice mishap were quiet—too quiet for Hogwarts. The Chamber of Secrets mystery hung like a storm cloud over every corridor. Students whispered in corners, eyes darting suspiciously at every shadow, wondering who the Heir of Slytherin might be.
Harry and Ron's plan to interrogate Draco had failed spectacularly. Draco knew nothing, and now they were back to square one. Even Hermione, now fully restored and glaring at Roy every time someone mentioned "cat ears," seemed frustrated.
Roy, however, was calm as ever. He'd spent his days between the library, the training chamber, and helping younger students in Hufflepuff. But as February approached, Hogwarts found itself distracted by something far more exciting: Quidditch.
The long-awaited match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had been rescheduled, and the Great Hall buzzed with renewed energy. For a day, fear gave way to school pride.
The sky was heavy with clouds as the match began. Cheers erupted from every house stand. Slytherins waved green banners, while Gryffindors roared with red and gold passion. Roy sat high in the Hufflepuff stands beside Cassandra, Daphne, Astoria, Penelope, Cho, and Hermione, calmly observing the chaos with a butterbeer in hand.
"Who do you think will win?" asked Cho.Roy smirked. "Depends. If Harry dodges Malfoy's ego, Gryffindor has a chance."
The whistle blew. Players shot into the air like arrows. Harry darted around the field, chasing the snitch while dodging bludgers—until one bewitched bludger locked onto him.
It was relentless. It chased him through loops and dives, slamming into the ground and stands alike. Roy's eyes narrowed—this was no accident. Someone had tampered with it.
Harry managed to catch the Snitch—but not before the bludger struck his arm with a sickening crack. He fell to the ground hard, clutching his right arm in agony.
Moments later, chaos erupted on the field as Lockhart strutted forward, twirling his wand like a performer.
"Fear not!" he declared dramatically. "Professor Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League—shall now heal our brave hero!"
Roy's grip on his wand tightened. He already knew where this was heading.
Hermione whispered, "Oh no… not again."Roy sighed. "Unfortunately, yes again."
Lockhart pointed his wand at Harry's broken arm and boomed,"Ossio Dispersimus!"
But before the spell could reach Harry, Roy subtly flicked his fingers, casting a silent counter-spell that redirected the magic back at its source.
A flash of pale light burst across the pitch—followed by an unholy shriek.
Lockhart stared down at his arms, which now hung like limp noodles. The bones were gone—completely vanished. His sleeves drooped around him like deflated balloons.
"Wha—what—oh dear Merlin!" he wailed, collapsing to his knees.
The entire stadium went silent for a moment… and then erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Even Dumbledore was seen pinching the bridge of his nose in resigned disbelief.
Fred and George were practically crying."Bloody brilliant!" George howled. "The man turned himself into jelly!"
Madam Pomfrey stormed onto the field, dragging the still-babbling Lockhart toward the infirmary. "Honestly! Removing bones! I told him to leave healing to professionals!"
Later that evening, the castle was still buzzing with the story. Lockhart's "boneless miracle" became the talk of the week. The Daily Prophet printed it the next morning under the headline:"Lockhart's Legendary Blunder: Hero or Hollow-Boned Fraud?"
Roy merely sat in the common room, sipping tea while his friends tried to suppress their laughter.
Hermione leaned toward him. "You didn't…?"Roy looked innocent. "Didn't what?"Cassandra smirked. "You did. I saw the flick of your hand."Roy smiled faintly. "Let's just say—sometimes nature needs help correcting mistakes."
The group burst out laughing again, even Hermione giving up her stern act for once.
And as Lockhart's reputation plummeted lower than a rogue bludger, the castle—at least for a short while—forgot the tension of the Chamber.
But Roy, watching the shadows near the entrance of the dungeons that night, knew the calm wouldn't last forever. Something deeper was moving beneath Hogwarts… and it wasn't done yet.