Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"What's going on with that Bludger!" Jordan's roar echoed over the Quidditch pitch.

Soul couldn't help but pick his ears. Professor McGonagall's Loud Curse was too powerful.

"Slytherin's new trick?" Jordan roared, "Beautiful! George Weasley's slam! The Bludger aimed at Harry Potter was knocked away!"

"I'm Fred!" Fred, who was holding the stick upside down, turned around and yelled, and he didn't know if Jordan on the commentary table could hear it.

"Whoosh!"

"Careful!!!" Real George shouted on the other side.

The little wizards who were watching the game closely in the stands also let out a cry of surprise.

Harry pressed down on the broom urgently, tried his best to deflect his body in the air, and narrowly avoided the whizzing Bludger.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the crazy Bludger aimed at Harry's direction again and rushed towards him.

"Did Slytherin install magnets on Harry Potter's broom? I strongly suggest that the referee stop the game immediately and conduct an inspection!" Jordan's voice was full of resentment.

In a Quidditch match, the seeker is the most important position. He determines the end of the game, and now, Harry was seriously disturbed by a Bludger.

"There's something wrong with that Bludger," Hermione said to Soule. "I guess someone put a spell on it."

"I found that it didn't chase anyone else at all and refused to let go of Harry."

"The Slytherin team must have tampered with it." Ron said on the other side.

That was the fact. Suer nodded silently and looked around the stands, but found nothing.

"Tick tock..." The dark clouds that had been brewing for a long time finally couldn't withstand the sultry heat, and a drop of rain fell straight on Sur.

"It's raining."

Unfortunately, it seemed that they arrived too late. There were only a few open-air bleachers with seats available. Many young wizards had anticipated the weather changes in advance and occupied the bleachers that could avoid the rain early.

Soul took out his wand, pointed the tip of the wand at Hermione and himself, and recited a spell.

"impervius (proof against rain and moisture)"

Falling rainwater is blocked by an invisible membrane.

"Come on me, Soul," said Ron, not wanting to get wet.

The rain suddenly became heavier, as if someone was holding a bucket full of water in the air and pouring it down.

At this time, the Gryffindor captain raised his hand.

"Beep..." Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle at this time, and the game was temporarily suspended. The score was fixed at 60-0, and Slytherin had the advantage.

The players from both sides gathered together, and through the rain curtain you could clearly see the solemn faces of the Gryffindor players.

Mrs. Hooch walked towards the Gryffindors.

After a while, the game resumed.

The Gryffindor team seemed to have changed their tactics, leaving Harry to be overwhelmed by the crazy Bludger.

"Why are they still competing? There's obviously something wrong with that Bludger." Hermione looked into the air worriedly.

"If they request an investigation, then the game will be over," Ron said. "They obviously don't want Slytherin to win."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops are almost connected to each other.

Sur had to add a waterproof spell.

"Harry!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed, and Harry fell straight down like a bird with broken wings.

Exclamations came and went.

"Bang." He fell heavily to the ground, water splashed everywhere, and his arm was twisted abnormally, but the intact hand stretched straight up to the sky, with a touch of bright gold clearly like a lamp in the dark night.

"We won!" Ron shouted.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Hermione glared at Ron and hurriedly ran to the bottom of the stands, followed by Soul.

But their position was too far away from Harry, and by the time they ran to the field, there was already a circle of people surrounding him.

"Please, please give in." Soul took a step forward, pushing in front of Hermione.

When they entered the center of the circle, the two saw Lockhart rolling up his emerald green sleeves, twirling and waving his wand, then pointing at Harry's crooked arm, and a purple light flashed.

"Oh my God." Hermione couldn't help but lean back.

Su Er couldn't help but tilt his head, it was so miserable.

Lockhart was still explaining, "Sometimes things like this happen, but the key is that the bones have been connected. This must be remembered."

Harry struggled to his feet, his broken arm swaying in front of him... He looked at Lockhart angrily.

But any young wizard with eyes could see that the bones in Harry's arm were not connected at all.

Lockhart looked around and saw Hermione and Soul standing in front of the crowd.

"Ah ha... Miss Granger, Mr. Bones. Could you please take him to the hospital? Madam Pomfrey can--fix him up again."

"It suddenly occurred to me that there are some things that need to be dealt with."

Lockhart showed his shining teeth and walked away gracefully, not feeling at all that he had done anything wrong?

Ron squeezed in panting, and was stunned to see Harry being supported by Soul and Hermione.

"What happened? Harry's arm..."

"Stop talking, let's send Harry to Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible." Hermione interrupted, hurriedly helped Harry leave, and the crowd spontaneously moved out of the way.

"You should have come to me immediately!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, holding up Harry's fleshy, lifeless arm, "I can connect the bones in a second--now You have to let them grow on their own---"

"You have to stay here for one night." Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry, "This is going to hurt."

Harry was left in the infirmary, and the furious Madam Pomfrey kicked all three out.

"The patient needs a quiet environment to allow the bones to grow. You can leave."

……

"Professor Lockhart probably didn't mean it. After all, everyone makes mistakes..." Hermione couldn't help but muttered in the corridor.

"Are you still protecting Lockhart?" Ron said angrily. "He always messes up everything. He is just an idiot who only shows his silly smile to the camera."

Suer nodded with deep understanding.

Hermione rarely retorted.

"Well, at least we won the game." Suer said. "Madam Pomfrey will cure Harry, maybe we can see him tomorrow."

He also didn't intend to change Hermione's impression of Lockhart now, and the truth would eventually come out.

It doesn't matter, Old Bee will take action anyway.

"Dengdengglao..." Colin Creevey grabbed the camera with both hands and passed by the three of them.

"Colin." Soul shouted.

Colin Creevey stopped abruptly and turned around.

"Where are you going?" Suer's words changed to another sentence.

"Ah, hello, senior. I'm going to the infirmary. I want to take a picture of Mr. Potter." Colin said excitedly, "He's so handsome. In order to catch the Golden Snitch, he would rather fall off the broom and get injured. Potter Mr. Te is so brave.”

Soul was silent for a long time, "Okay, then you go ahead, but you'd better be careful, Madam Pomfrey is not in a good mood right now."

Originally, Suer wanted to warn Colin aloud, asking him to be careful these days. If his memory was correct, Colin was the second victim.

But Suer was worried that once he did this, the plot would change and innocent people might die...

"Okay, senior, thank you." Colin said happily, "I'll go over then."