Retirement from Hogwarts

"Oh, no, I don't want you."

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just about to fix your arm."

The voices of Harry and Lockhart came from afar.Listening to their arguments, Jack and Hermione looked at each other and ran towards the crowd.

"No!" said Harry, "Just leave it like this, thank you."

At this time, the sound of a camera taking pictures came over.

"I don't want to take pictures like this, Colin," he said aloud.

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's a simple charm. I've used it countless times."

"Why can't I just go to the hospital?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"He really should go to the hospital," said the mud-covered Wood, who couldn't hold back a grin despite the injury to his Seeker. "That catch of yours was brilliant, Harry. It was brilliant. I've never seen you do it so well."

Harry looked through the dense crowd of legs around him and saw brothers Fred and George Weasley desperately trying to press the wild Bludger into the box.The Bludger still struggled ferociously.

"Stand back," Lockhart said, rolling up the sleeves of his emerald green coat.

"Don't - don't -" Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand.After a second, he pointed his wand at Harry's arm.

"Expelliarmus." Harry heard Jack's voice coming from afar.Unfortunately, Jack seems to have arrived a little late.Before Lockhart's wand flew out, a strange, very uncomfortable feeling ran like lightning from Harry's elbow to the tips of his fingers.It was as if his arms were being drained.He didn't dare to see what was going on, so he closed his eyes and turned his face to one side.

But when people around him gasped and Colin Creevey was busy taking photos again, he found that his worst fears had become a reality.His arm doesn't hurt anymore - but it doesn't feel like an arm at all.

"Professor Lockhart, I don't think you have a medical license issued by St. Mungo's." Jack caught Lockhart's wand with one hand and pointed the wand at Lockhart with the other hand.He passed through the hurriedly parting crowd and walked to Harry's side.

"Well... you always have to be flexible in times of emergency, right? Haha... hahahaha." Lockhart smiled awkwardly under Jack's wand.

"I hope you will think clearly before taking action next time, Professor Lockhart, so that nothing like this happens again. You know, if Harry wants, he can always file a lawsuit against the Wizengamot. Leaving you penniless. It's worth it." Jack came close to Lockhart, pointed his wand at his chin and whispered in his ear. "If I don't see the condolence gift you sent me in the hospital later, I can't guarantee that something unhappy will happen in the future."

"Ha," Lockhart said timidly, "Yeah, yes, sometimes things like this happen. But the point is, Harry doesn't feel any pain anymore, right? Okay, Harry, Stroll over to the hospital - ah, Mr. Jack, Miss Granger, can you go with him? I think Madam Pomfrey can - oh - fix it up for you again."

Harry stood up, feeling his body tilt oddly to one side.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the right side of his body.The sight before him almost caused him to faint again.

Protruding from his sleeve, it looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove.He tried to move his fingers, but there was no response.

Lockhart failed to connect Harry's bones.He removed all the bones.

Madam Pomfrey was not happy.

"You should have come to me directly!" she said angrily, lifting up the poor, lifeless thing which, only half an hour ago, had been a fully mobile arm. "I can reattach the bones in a second—but to make them grow back—"

"You can too, right?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Of course I will, but it will be very painful." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to stay here for the night."

The curtains around Harry's bed were closed, Jack and Neville helped him change into his pajamas, and Hermione waited outside.It took them a while to get the rubbery, boneless arm into the sleeve.

Hermione and Madam Pomfrey came around the curtain.Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle labeled "Boneling".

"It's been a tough night," she said, pouring out a steaming mug and handing it to Harry. "Long bones is a tough thing to do."

Harry raised his head and drank a large mouthful of Bone Spirit. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he coughed violently.Madam Pomfrey withdrew, still smacking her lips and complaining that the sport was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent.Jack and the other three stayed in the ward, feeding Harry a few sips of water.

"What's going on? What happened in the stadium?" Hermione asked angrily, looking at Harry's injured hand. "What did those Slytherins do?"

"Those Slytherins did something to the Bludgers, and one of them kept chasing Harry. But we still won, thanks to Harry catching the Golden Snitch. Malfoy's expression, he looked like he wanted to Kill someone!" Neville said happily.

"Casting a spell on the Bludger? I think... it must be a sophisticated confusion spell. But ordinary magicians can't do this." Hermione said, holding the bar with her hand.

While they were discussing the Bludger, everyone from the Gryffindor team rushed over.They brought cakes, candies and bottles of pumpkin juice.They gathered around Harry's bed and were about to have a happy party when Madam Pomfrey rushed in with a roar, "The kid needs to rest, he has 28 bones to grow! Get out! Get out!"

As a result, Harry was left alone in the ward, with nothing to distract him.I only felt the pain in my limp arm like a knife.

After a long time, Harry suddenly woke up, and everything was pitch dark.He screamed in pain: there seemed to be countless large splinters in his arms now.At first, he thought it was the pain in his arm that woke him up. Then, with horror, he realized that someone was wiping his forehead with a sponge in the dark.

"Go away!" he shouted, and then he recognized, "Dobby!"

The house-elf stared at Harry from the darkness with his big tennis-ball eyes.A single tear rolled down his long, pointed nose.