The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

"Don't be stupid," said Fred, "it'll knock your head off."

Wood looked at Harry and then at the Weasley twins.

"Oliver, this is irrational," Alia Spinnet said angrily, "You can't let Harry deal with that thing alone, let's request an investigation!"

"If we stop now, we'll be disqualified!" Harry said. "We can't lose to Slytherin because of a crazy Bludger! Come on, Oliver, tell them to leave me alone!" "

"It's all your fault," George said angrily to Wood, "'Either catch the Golden Snitch or die on the field!', you are really out of your mind, saying such things to him!"

At this time, Ms. Huo Qi came among them, looked at Wood, and asked: "Can we continue the game?"

Wood looked at the determined look on Harry's face and could only nod: "Okay, Fred, George, you all heard what Harry said. Leave him alone and let him deal with the Bludger by himself."

Although Wood's decision-making was somewhat ruthless, it was indeed the best strategy.

If Harry hadn't been killed by a Bludger.

Ms. Huo Qi blew the whistle again and the game continued.

The rain was falling harder and harder, and Harry had great difficulty dodging the Bludgers that kept coming.

In the audience, Linn and Irina's eyes did not stay on Harry, who seemed to be dancing ballet on the court, but continued to search for Dobby.

If Dobby wanted to cast a spell on the Bludgers, then Dobby would have to be somewhere on the Quidditch pitch.

But unfortunately, until Harry caught the Golden Snitch and his arm was broken by an out-of-control Bludger, neither Lin nor Irina could discover Dobby's whereabouts.

It seemed that they could only wait until Dobby himself showed up while Harry was hospitalized in the school hospital.

The two shook their heads in their hearts at the same time.

Harry fell to the ground hard and fainted. When he woke up slowly, he found that he was still lying on the Quidditch pitch, and Lockhart came to him and leaned over to look at him.

"Oh, no, don't want you..." Harry seemed to have a premonition, he groaned.

"I don't know what he's talking about." Lockhart didn't hear Harry's words. He twirled his wand, "Don't worry, Harry, I'm just going to treat your arm!"

At the same time, Irina hurried to the Quidditch pitch with Ron and Hermione, looking at Harry anxiously.

However, out of sight of Ron and Hermione, Irina quietly took out the double-sided mirror that Lynn had given her from her pocket, and injected magic into the camera on the back of the double-sided mirror.

As a faint light lit up, everything that happened in front of Irina was captured by this tiny camera.

Lockhart pointed his wand at Harry's arm and muttered a spell that was very similar to healing magic.

Immediately afterwards, Harry felt a strange, very uncomfortable feeling like lightning running from his shoulders to his fingertips, as if his arm was being drained.

Harry closed his eyes, not daring to look at his hands.

There was a gasp of air from the surroundings, and Colin Creevey, who was wearing alchemy glasses, began to take pictures.

When Lockhart proudly told everyone that he had successfully cured Harry, Irina stepped forward and squeezed Harry's arm, which was like a thick rubber tube.

Is this Lockhart's magical bone-pulling spell? !

Irina was a little amazed. If the enemy's arm bone could be pulled away during the battle, then the opponent would definitely lose all combat effectiveness. This is much easier to use than the disarming spell!

You must know that even if the wizard's disarming spell hits the enemy and removes the enemy's wand, if the enemy can cast spells without a wand, the enemy can still turn defeat into victory through wandless magic.

However, even when casting spells without a wand, the wizard still needs to transmit magic power through his own body, and the parts used by the wizard when casting spells without a wand are nothing more than his own arms. If the enemy's arm bones can be removed, then the enemy will be able to do nothing. It is estimated that the staff can no longer be used to cast spells.

After discovering that all of Harry's arm bones had been removed, Lockhart immediately slipped away as if nothing had happened, while Irina, Hermione and Ron took Harry to the school hospital.

"You should come to me directly! I can reattach the bones in a second, but I have to make them grow back..."

Madam Pomfrey looked unhappy and huffed, lifting Harry's poor, lifeless arm.

In this way, Harry was forced to be hospitalized. Ron helped pull the chains around the hospital bed and helped Harry change into pajamas.

After a while, the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team came to the ward to visit Harry, but they were soon driven away by Madam Pomfrey with a roar, including Irina.

However, although Irina left the school hospital honestly, she did not return to the Gryffindor common room after the dinner, but quietly returned.

Outside the entrance of the school hospital, Irina and Lin met.

"I got the video and sent it to your double-sided mirror."

Irina took out the double-sided mirror and motioned to Linn.

Linn smiled and nodded, then took Irina's little hand.

"Move quietly, don't be discovered by Madam Pomfrey."

Linn said, waving his wand to put the disillusionment spell on Irina and himself.

Feeling the warm touch in her palm, Irina felt a little uncomfortable, but she did not break away.

After all, when both parties are invisible, only by holding hands can they know the exact location of the other party.

In the dark corridor, the door of the school hospital suddenly opened a crack at some point, but quickly closed again.

On the hospital bed, Harry woke up slowly. He felt as if a long, long time had passed. Suddenly, he screamed in pain, and he felt as if countless blades were cutting him in his arms.

Harry thought it was the pain in his arm that woke him up, but soon he realized with horror that someone was wiping his forehead with a sponge in the dark.

Harry looked around in panic, but he quickly recognized the other person: "Dobby!"

I saw Dobby, the house elf, staring at Harry with two big eyes like tennis balls, looking at Harry in the dark, and a teardrop rolled down from his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," Dobby whispered sadly. "Dobby reminded Harry Potter again and again. Ah, sir, why didn't you listen to Dobby's warning? Harry Potter didn't rush. Get on the train, why don't you go home?"

Harry pushed himself up off the pillow and pushed Dobby's sponge away.

"What are you doing here?" Harry seemed to notice something, he asked, "How do you know I didn't catch the train?"

Dobby's lip trembled, and suspicion suddenly arose in Harry's mind.