Chapter 162 Different ways of dealing with fractures
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Jing Shen Tian Si
Slytherin common room.
Aaron piled together seven of Lockhart's books, transfigured them into a ceiling-high cage, and placed two of his hard-earned roosters in it.
Listening to their high-pitched chirping, Aaron found it particularly pleasant. This is a sound called a sense of security.
The rooster is the natural enemy of the basilisk. With these two treasures, the task of killing the basilisk is equivalent to half completed.
But until he finds the heir of Slytherin, he still has to keep a low profile, so that no one will know that he has two live and alive roosters here.
After hesitating for a moment, Aaron cast soundproofing magic on the cage.
But he still felt a little unsafe, and cast a disillusionment spell on the two roosters, so that even if someone came to his dormitory, they would not notice the abnormality.
Tick tock!Tick tock!
Aaron thought of something, rolled his eyes speechlessly, turned around and looked at Abe who hurriedly wiped his saliva, "I've said it several times, they can't be eaten.
Currently at Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore, they are the biggest talismans.
Do you understand? "
Abe nodded hastily, but still looked at the cage involuntarily, and a trace of flame accidentally overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn!" Aaron immediately stood in front of the cage, "If you dare to pretend that you accidentally roasted these two chickens, I will roast you."
Abe shrugged his face, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes, as if he was saying that the master didn't love me anymore.
"Be good." Aaron patted its head and comforted it: "After I get rid of that snake, I will treat you to a sumptuous meal.
But now you really can't move them, you must restrain that damned appetite, just for the sake of your master and my safety. "
Hearing the last half of the sentence, Abe's eyes became extremely determined. Compared with the safety of the owner, two chickens are nothing at all.
"Understood, even if I starve to death and go outside, I won't attack them."
Aaron: …
Darling, this Flag is not up to date!
"Remember what you said!" Aaron said and hugged Abe, "Now let's go to the field to see, maybe we can catch up with the end of the game."
When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch, they clearly felt the aura of the roaring and tsunami, which was a bit more grand than when the game started.
Aaron took a closer look and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
I saw two figures, one red and one green, shuttle quickly across the field. Harry and Draco sometimes rose, sometimes fell, sometimes flew close to the ground, and sometimes turned sharply. All kinds of difficult movements were vividly performed by them.
If the golden snitch in the front is the reason for their hard work, but what the hell is the crazy Bludger in the back?
At this time, a huge figure came into Aaron's field of vision. Hagrid watched Harry Potter, who was flying at high speed nervously, with a telescope. Hermione and Ron stood on his left and right sides.
Aaron immediately walked through the crowd to the three of them, "Who can explain to me what happened?"
"Harry was targeted by the out-of-control Bludger, someone must have tampered with it." Hagrid said angrily.
"I wanted to stop that Bludger." Ron said gloomily, "but Hermione won't let it, and Harry doesn't seem to let it either."
"That's right, it's a miracle that your wand doesn't knock itself out.
Wait, doesn't Ms. Hozaki care? "
Hermione shook her head, "The two teams seem to have reached an agreement, and both agreed to continue the game. It's hard for her to refuse under such circumstances."
Aaron couldn't help frowning as he watched the Bludger flying out of the afterimage.
Harry Potter seems to be unlucky. Last year, there was a problem with the broom, and this year, the Bludger targeted him again.
It seems that there will be accidents every time Gryffindor and Slytherin match, but I don't know who will do it this time, but it will definitely not be Slytherin.
But what surprised him even more was Draco's decision. You must know that the score on the field was two hundred to forty, and Slytherin led Gryffindor by 160 points.
It can be said that Draco's mission has been completed, even if he gives up the Golden Snitch, Slytherin will win, there is no need to work so hard.
But seeing Lucius Malfoy sitting in the referee's seat, he immediately understood why Draco was willing to take such a big risk to fight for the golden snitch.
There is no reason, the loser does not lose, it is purely that the son wants to win in front of the father.
The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had already been decided. Many people knew this well, so the audience gradually focused their attention on the two Seekers.
Draco's broom is the Nimbus 2001, which is slightly faster than Harry's Nimbus 2000, occupying a slight advantage in equipment.
But unfortunately, this advantage was abruptly wiped out by the rampant Bludger behind.
After a long chase, both of them were exhausted physically and mentally, but neither of them refused to admit defeat.
Draco originally wanted to defeat Harry Potter in a dignified manner as a Seeker. After Slytherin established the victory, it was his chance.
And Harry just wanted Gryffindor to lose better. There is actually not much difference between 350 to [-] and [-] to [-], and it will not have any impact on the ending.
Although a bit aggrieved, a loss is infinitely better than a loss.
The two continued to accelerate in the torment, and after a little distance from the Bludger, they stretched out their left and right hands at the same time, and grabbed the Golden Snitch.
boom!
The Bludger flew between the two of them, and Draco was a little less lucky and injured his left arm and fell off the broom.
It is also fortunate that they fly at a relatively low altitude, otherwise it would be unreasonable to fall and keep a few bones.
Harry was going to be hurt more, the Bludger hitting his right arm, knocking off the brown wristband.
After he fell off the broom, he slid on the lawn for more than ten meters before barely stopping, but he also caught his trophy, a golden snitch.
"Harry Potter caught the Snitch and scored 150 points for Gryffindor.
But the total score was two hundred to one hundred and nine, and Slytherin won. "
Jordan's voice fell, and thunderous cheers erupted from the scene.
However, some people got off the stands and rushed towards the court. After all, there were still two Seekers lying underneath.
Aaron went to Draco's place, and the rest of the Slytherin team flew around him.
"Sorry, no Golden Snitch caught."
"Pretty good," said Flint musing, "I'm honestly annoyed that our Seeker lost.
But this time it was indeed an accident. No one can fault your performance, it's just a little bit of bad luck. "
The others also nodded in agreement, Draco was good enough today, and if they had scored over 150, they would probably choose to lie flat.
"By the way, where's the Bludger?" Draco cheered up and said, "Gryffindor must have done something."
When everyone heard this, Qi Qi turned his head to one side, and then silently denied the guess.
The Bludger flew over Harry, and then slammed down hard. If he hadn't turned over in time, his face would have been flattened.
"Burning flames."
Fierce flames shot from the tip of Aaron's wand, shattering the Bludger.
"You're welcome, I will avenge you." Aaron came over and said.
Draco tried to stand up, but just as he moved, there was a sharp pain in his left arm, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
"Fractured?"
"I think so." Draco smiled wryly, "When I was knocked down, I clearly heard the sound of bones cracking."
"do not move."
Aaron raised his left arm, "How do you think Harry Potter's situation is better than yours?"
"Haha! He must be more..."
Click!
There was a crisp sound, followed by a cry of pain.
"It's okay, I'll take the bone back for you."
Draco tried to shake his arm, there was no pain of fracture, but the surface of the arm was still hot.
"You still do this?"
"Muggle methods are sometimes better than magic." Aaron laughed, then looked at the surrounding Slytherins, "You two send him to the infirmary."
Crabbe and Goyle reacted, set Draco up on the left and right, and led him to the outside of the court.
Aaron looked at another group of people, a group of Gryffindors surrounded Harry, and he squeezed in with some effort, "Your arm is broken too?
Looks a little more serious than Draco's, need help? "
Harry nodded in a daze. He also saw Aaron snapping back Draco's arm just now, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.
But at this moment Lockhart took out his wand, "Don't worry, I'll heal your arm right away."
"No, don't." Harry resisted very much. These days, he also knew enough about this Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The most reliable thing about him was his unreliability.
Giving your arm to him is no different from handing over an operation to a nurse.
"Let Aaron come! He has experience."
"Don't worry, it's a very simple spell, I've tried it countless times." Lockhart ignored it, but rolled up Harry's sleeves, "It won't hurt at all."
Harry wanted to refuse, but Lockhart had already cast the spell, "Forearm repair."
A blue light flashed, and Harry opened his eyes slightly. His arm did not feel so painful, but he always felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing.
Lockhart raised his arm confidently, and there was a burst of exclamation from around, and many people couldn't bear to turn their faces away.
This right arm can no longer be called an arm, because there is no bone in it, just like a piece of rubber.
"Hiss!" Aaron gasped. He thought Ron's wand was outrageous enough, but he didn't expect Lockhart to be even better.
"May I ask, Professor, have you ever succeeded in this spell that you have tried countless times?"
"Well... don't make such a fuss, it's like that sometimes." Lockhart explained far-fetchedly, "The point is that Harry doesn't feel any pain, and none of his bones are broken."
Aaron: …
"From the bottom of my heart, Azkaban really needs talents like you."
"Really? I also think the criminals there will be afraid of me."
"No, what I mean is that if you put on a comedy show, those criminals will feel the joy they haven't seen for a long time."
Aaron piled together seven of Lockhart's books, transfigured them into a ceiling-high cage, and placed two of his hard-earned roosters in it.
Listening to their high-pitched chirping, Aaron found it particularly pleasant. This is a sound called a sense of security.
The rooster is the natural enemy of the basilisk. With these two treasures, the task of killing the basilisk is equivalent to half completed.
But until he finds the heir of Slytherin, he still has to keep a low profile, so that no one will know that he has two live and alive roosters here.
After hesitating for a moment, Aaron cast soundproofing magic on the cage.
But he still felt a little unsafe, and cast a disillusionment spell on the two roosters, so that even if someone came to his dormitory, they would not notice the abnormality.
Tick tock!Tick tock!
Aaron thought of something, rolled his eyes speechlessly, turned around and looked at Abe who hurriedly wiped his saliva, "I've said it several times, they can't be eaten.
Currently at Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore, they are the biggest talismans.
Do you understand? "
Abe nodded hastily, but still looked at the cage involuntarily, and a trace of flame accidentally overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn!" Aaron immediately stood in front of the cage, "If you dare to pretend that you accidentally roasted these two chickens, I will roast you."
Abe shrugged his face, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes, as if he was saying that the master didn't love me anymore.
"Be good." Aaron patted its head and comforted it: "After I get rid of that snake, I will treat you to a sumptuous meal.
But now you really can't move them, you must restrain that damned appetite, just for the sake of your master and my safety. "
Hearing the last half of the sentence, Abe's eyes became extremely determined. Compared with the safety of the owner, two chickens are nothing at all.
"Understood, even if I starve to death and go outside, I won't attack them."
Aaron: …
Darling, this Flag is not up to date!
"Remember what you said!" Aaron said and hugged Abe, "Now let's go to the field to see, maybe we can catch up with the end of the game."
When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch, they clearly felt the aura of the roaring and tsunami, which was a bit more grand than when the game started.
Aaron took a closer look and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
I saw two figures, one red and one green, shuttle quickly across the field. Harry and Draco sometimes rose, sometimes fell, sometimes flew close to the ground, and sometimes turned sharply. All kinds of difficult movements were vividly performed by them.
If the golden snitch in the front is the reason for their hard work, but what the hell is the crazy Bludger in the back?
At this time, a huge figure came into Aaron's field of vision. Hagrid watched Harry Potter, who was flying at high speed nervously, with a telescope. Hermione and Ron stood on his left and right sides.
Aaron immediately walked through the crowd to the three of them, "Who can explain to me what happened?"
"Harry was targeted by the out-of-control Bludger, someone must have tampered with it." Hagrid said angrily.
"I wanted to stop that Bludger." Ron said gloomily, "but Hermione won't let it, and Harry doesn't seem to let it either."
"That's right, it's a miracle that your wand doesn't knock itself out.
Wait, doesn't Ms. Hozaki care? "
Hermione shook her head, "The two teams seem to have reached an agreement, and both agreed to continue the game. It's hard for her to refuse under such circumstances."
Aaron couldn't help frowning as he watched the Bludger flying out of the afterimage.
Harry Potter seems to be unlucky. Last year, there was a problem with the broom, and this year, the Bludger targeted him again.
It seems that there will be accidents every time Gryffindor and Slytherin match, but I don't know who will do it this time, but it will definitely not be Slytherin.
But what surprised him even more was Draco's decision. You must know that the score on the field was two hundred to forty, and Slytherin led Gryffindor by 160 points.
It can be said that Draco's mission has been completed, even if he gives up the Golden Snitch, Slytherin will win, there is no need to work so hard.
But seeing Lucius Malfoy sitting in the referee's seat, he immediately understood why Draco was willing to take such a big risk to fight for the golden snitch.
There is no reason, the loser does not lose, it is purely that the son wants to win in front of the father.
The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had already been decided. Many people knew this well, so the audience gradually focused their attention on the two Seekers.
Draco's broom is the Nimbus 2001, which is slightly faster than Harry's Nimbus 2000, occupying a slight advantage in equipment.
But unfortunately, this advantage was abruptly wiped out by the rampant Bludger behind.
After a long chase, both of them were exhausted physically and mentally, but neither of them refused to admit defeat.
Draco originally wanted to defeat Harry Potter in a dignified manner as a Seeker. After Slytherin established the victory, it was his chance.
And Harry just wanted Gryffindor to lose better. There is actually not much difference between 350 to [-] and [-] to [-], and it will not have any impact on the ending.
Although a bit aggrieved, a loss is infinitely better than a loss.
The two continued to accelerate in the torment, and after a little distance from the Bludger, they stretched out their left and right hands at the same time, and grabbed the Golden Snitch.
boom!
The Bludger flew between the two of them, and Draco was a little less lucky and injured his left arm and fell off the broom.
It is also fortunate that they fly at a relatively low altitude, otherwise it would be unreasonable to fall and keep a few bones.
Harry was going to be hurt more, the Bludger hitting his right arm, knocking off the brown wristband.
After he fell off the broom, he slid on the lawn for more than ten meters before barely stopping, but he also caught his trophy, a golden snitch.
"Harry Potter caught the Snitch and scored 150 points for Gryffindor.
But the total score was two hundred to one hundred and nine, and Slytherin won. "
Jordan's voice fell, and thunderous cheers erupted from the scene.
However, some people got off the stands and rushed towards the court. After all, there were still two Seekers lying underneath.
Aaron went to Draco's place, and the rest of the Slytherin team flew around him.
"Sorry, no Golden Snitch caught."
"Pretty good," said Flint musing, "I'm honestly annoyed that our Seeker lost.
But this time it was indeed an accident. No one can fault your performance, it's just a little bit of bad luck. "
The others also nodded in agreement, Draco was good enough today, and if they had scored over 150, they would probably choose to lie flat.
"By the way, where's the Bludger?" Draco cheered up and said, "Gryffindor must have done something."
When everyone heard this, Qi Qi turned his head to one side, and then silently denied the guess.
The Bludger flew over Harry, and then slammed down hard. If he hadn't turned over in time, his face would have been flattened.
"Burning flames."
Fierce flames shot from the tip of Aaron's wand, shattering the Bludger.
"You're welcome, I will avenge you." Aaron came over and said.
Draco tried to stand up, but just as he moved, there was a sharp pain in his left arm, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
"Fractured?"
"I think so." Draco smiled wryly, "When I was knocked down, I clearly heard the sound of bones cracking."
"do not move."
Aaron raised his left arm, "How do you think Harry Potter's situation is better than yours?"
"Haha! He must be more..."
Click!
There was a crisp sound, followed by a cry of pain.
"It's okay, I'll take the bone back for you."
Draco tried to shake his arm, there was no pain of fracture, but the surface of the arm was still hot.
"You still do this?"
"Muggle methods are sometimes better than magic." Aaron laughed, then looked at the surrounding Slytherins, "You two send him to the infirmary."
Crabbe and Goyle reacted, set Draco up on the left and right, and led him to the outside of the court.
Aaron looked at another group of people, a group of Gryffindors surrounded Harry, and he squeezed in with some effort, "Your arm is broken too?
Looks a little more serious than Draco's, need help? "
Harry nodded in a daze. He also saw Aaron snapping back Draco's arm just now, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.
But at this moment Lockhart took out his wand, "Don't worry, I'll heal your arm right away."
"No, don't." Harry resisted very much. These days, he also knew enough about this Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The most reliable thing about him was his unreliability.
Giving your arm to him is no different from handing over an operation to a nurse.
"Let Aaron come! He has experience."
"Don't worry, it's a very simple spell, I've tried it countless times." Lockhart ignored it, but rolled up Harry's sleeves, "It won't hurt at all."
Harry wanted to refuse, but Lockhart had already cast the spell, "Forearm repair."
A blue light flashed, and Harry opened his eyes slightly. His arm did not feel so painful, but he always felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing.
Lockhart raised his arm confidently, and there was a burst of exclamation from around, and many people couldn't bear to turn their faces away.
This right arm can no longer be called an arm, because there is no bone in it, just like a piece of rubber.
"Hiss!" Aaron gasped. He thought Ron's wand was outrageous enough, but he didn't expect Lockhart to be even better.
"May I ask, Professor, have you ever succeeded in this spell that you have tried countless times?"
"Well... don't make such a fuss, it's like that sometimes." Lockhart explained far-fetchedly, "The point is that Harry doesn't feel any pain, and none of his bones are broken."
Aaron: …
"From the bottom of my heart, Azkaban really needs talents like you."
"Really? I also think the criminals there will be afraid of me."
"No, what I mean is that if you put on a comedy show, those criminals will feel the joy they haven't seen for a long time."
