Chapter 300 Harry Who Escaped One Calamity
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 300 Harry escaped the disaster
Marcus Flint was injured and Gryffindor finally had a chance to get back a goal.
10 to 50... Although the gap is still huge, at least it is not zero.
After the Bludger returned to normal, Harry noticed it immediately. He began to speed up, squinted his eyes, and carefully searched for the whereabouts of the Snitch through the silver-white rain curtain.
Harry was anxious.
Because he didn't know whether this normality was temporary, and the score gap was getting bigger and bigger, so he had to catch the Golden Snitch as early as possible to end the game.
"Were you practicing ballet just now, Potter?" Malfoy purposely flew beside him and shouted:
"I never knew you had this talent, maybe you should sign up for the Skeleton Dance Troupe!"
Harry was a little annoyed by Malfoy's noise, and couldn't help but glance back at him, but with that one glance, he saw... the Snitch flew between the two of them.
Without the slightest hesitation, Harry immediately chased him out.
Malfoy was slower to react.
Although he was far behind, with the advantage of the broom, the distance between the two was shortening little by little.
"It's the Snitch...Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy saw it...they started to speed up!"
On the commentary stand, Lee Jordan shouted excitedly: "The Snitch changed direction...Harry Potter followed closely, less than two feet away...Draco Malfoy was left behind...Look Sometimes a broom is useless."
The distance between Harry and the Snitch was getting closer and closer, and his fingertips could even touch the Snitch's wings... But at this moment, a Bludger suddenly changed direction and flew straight to this side Come.
Harry didn't hide this time. He let go of his broom and lunged forward, holding the Snitch tightly in his hand.
But at the same time, his arm was also broken by the Bludger.
There was a bang, a splash, and Harry tumbled off the broom onto the muddy field, his arms dangling at a very odd angle.
There were bursts of cheers from the stands.
Kyle is also very happy... It has been three years, and this is the first time he has watched the first game completely, which is worth remembering.
As Harry's name was chanted in unison from the stands, Kyle also noticed Dobby the house-elf scurrying away from the Quidditch pitch.
And behind Dobby, Kaka was hitting it on the head again and again with a vigorously dancing cleaning broom.
This is the way to resolve conflicts between house-elves... Simple and rude, no magic, just a beating.
Kyle raised his eyebrows. He didn't know if the Bludger that changed direction at the end had something to do with Dobby... If so, it was really persistent.
It's just a pity for Harry, Kyle thought he could keep his arm.
After the game, Ms Hooch moved Harry to the edge of the pitch, next to Marcus Flint, to take them to the school hospital together.
Many people gathered around.
Dazed, Harry saw a row of gleaming teeth.
"Oh, don't, don't you," he moaned.
"What are you saying, you want me to heal your arm?" Lockhart said loudly to the students gathered around, "Don't worry, I'm about to do it."
He drew his wand...
"So, which of you two will come first?"
Harry was extremely thankful that he didn't pass out. He stretched out his uninjured hand and pointed at Marcus Flint tremblingly, "He, he was seriously injured."
"What a kind boy." Lockhart touched the rain in the corner of his eyes, "Don't worry, no matter who it is, I only need a blink of an eye to cure it, so let's start from the nearest one." .”
Lockhart looked at Harry's arm.
"No!" Harry said hastily, "Just let it be like this, I don't feel any pain at all... hiss... thank you."
Harry struggled to sit up.
"Look at you, you're in so much pain that you're talking nonsense." Lockhart raised his wand, "Lie down, this is just a simple spell, I've used it countless times..."
"Professor Lockhart..."
Kyle squeezed in from the crowd, and whispered next to Lockhart: "I know you can cure them, but Madam Pomfrey should leave such trivial matters...or she will lose her job.
Moreover, I think everyone should be more interested in hearing your opinion on the game just now. "
"Oh...you're right, I really shouldn't steal Bobby's limelight."
Lockhart patted his head, "I'm sorry, I often treat those injured when I travel, and I'm used to it... I hope Bobby can forgive me."
"But when it comes to Quidditch, you're asking the right person." Lockhart laughed. "The Appleland Arrows have invited me to join them twice, but because I want to save the villagers who are troubled by the Wogga werewolf , could only regretfully decline.
In fact, just in July this year, they sent me another invitation... the day after Headmaster Dumbledore came to see me, if the invitation letter could have been delivered two days earlier, I might have appeared in the The Quidditch field is on. "
His words immediately caused a sensation... Until now, there are still many people in the school who are his admirers.
Harry, who was lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you..." He whispered his thanks to Kyle.
Fred and George squeezed in too, and while Lockhart was talking about how well he was flying, they lifted Harry up and ran to the hospital hospital.
……
All went well, and Madam Pomfrey was on Harry's arm in just a second.
It's just that she looks a little unhappy.
"People get injured every year... the sport is so dangerous I don't see why Dumbledore hasn't banned it yet."
She gave Harry a bottle of potion, "Drink it, it will be good for your recovery..."
Harry didn't speak, and took a sip of the potion silently.
Although he had been prepared for a long time, Harry still choked so much that he almost vomited. The smell was almost like the washing water from the Dursleys' house, so he tried not to vomit it out.
"Didn't it mean that there were two injured people?" Madam Pomfrey looked around, "Why are you the only one?"
As soon as the words fell, the Slytherins carried Marcus Flint into the school hospital.
The enemies were extremely jealous when they met, looking at the Gryffindor team, they did not hide the hatred in their eyes at all.
But because this is the school hospital, these people didn't dare to make mistakes, and just put Marcus on the hospital bed farthest from Harry.
"The nose was broken, and a lot of teeth fell out..." Madam Pomfrey checked Marcus's situation, and said with a straight face, "Dumbledore should really ban this dangerous sport!"
"Madame Pomfrey, Quidditch is actually not that dangerous..."
Malfoy was about to say something, but Madam Pomfrey just looked up, and he wisely shut his mouth.
Malfoy had had a psychological shadow on Madam Pomfrey since he had lived here for a few days.
Those medicines she gave were horrible... more disgusting than slugs.
Thinking of this, Malfoy turned pale again, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.
He had wanted to find a chance to laugh at Harry, but now, he just wanted to get out of here immediately.
Marcus Flint was injured and Gryffindor finally had a chance to get back a goal.
10 to 50... Although the gap is still huge, at least it is not zero.
After the Bludger returned to normal, Harry noticed it immediately. He began to speed up, squinted his eyes, and carefully searched for the whereabouts of the Snitch through the silver-white rain curtain.
Harry was anxious.
Because he didn't know whether this normality was temporary, and the score gap was getting bigger and bigger, so he had to catch the Golden Snitch as early as possible to end the game.
"Were you practicing ballet just now, Potter?" Malfoy purposely flew beside him and shouted:
"I never knew you had this talent, maybe you should sign up for the Skeleton Dance Troupe!"
Harry was a little annoyed by Malfoy's noise, and couldn't help but glance back at him, but with that one glance, he saw... the Snitch flew between the two of them.
Without the slightest hesitation, Harry immediately chased him out.
Malfoy was slower to react.
Although he was far behind, with the advantage of the broom, the distance between the two was shortening little by little.
"It's the Snitch...Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy saw it...they started to speed up!"
On the commentary stand, Lee Jordan shouted excitedly: "The Snitch changed direction...Harry Potter followed closely, less than two feet away...Draco Malfoy was left behind...Look Sometimes a broom is useless."
The distance between Harry and the Snitch was getting closer and closer, and his fingertips could even touch the Snitch's wings... But at this moment, a Bludger suddenly changed direction and flew straight to this side Come.
Harry didn't hide this time. He let go of his broom and lunged forward, holding the Snitch tightly in his hand.
But at the same time, his arm was also broken by the Bludger.
There was a bang, a splash, and Harry tumbled off the broom onto the muddy field, his arms dangling at a very odd angle.
There were bursts of cheers from the stands.
Kyle is also very happy... It has been three years, and this is the first time he has watched the first game completely, which is worth remembering.
As Harry's name was chanted in unison from the stands, Kyle also noticed Dobby the house-elf scurrying away from the Quidditch pitch.
And behind Dobby, Kaka was hitting it on the head again and again with a vigorously dancing cleaning broom.
This is the way to resolve conflicts between house-elves... Simple and rude, no magic, just a beating.
Kyle raised his eyebrows. He didn't know if the Bludger that changed direction at the end had something to do with Dobby... If so, it was really persistent.
It's just a pity for Harry, Kyle thought he could keep his arm.
After the game, Ms Hooch moved Harry to the edge of the pitch, next to Marcus Flint, to take them to the school hospital together.
Many people gathered around.
Dazed, Harry saw a row of gleaming teeth.
"Oh, don't, don't you," he moaned.
"What are you saying, you want me to heal your arm?" Lockhart said loudly to the students gathered around, "Don't worry, I'm about to do it."
He drew his wand...
"So, which of you two will come first?"
Harry was extremely thankful that he didn't pass out. He stretched out his uninjured hand and pointed at Marcus Flint tremblingly, "He, he was seriously injured."
"What a kind boy." Lockhart touched the rain in the corner of his eyes, "Don't worry, no matter who it is, I only need a blink of an eye to cure it, so let's start from the nearest one." .”
Lockhart looked at Harry's arm.
"No!" Harry said hastily, "Just let it be like this, I don't feel any pain at all... hiss... thank you."
Harry struggled to sit up.
"Look at you, you're in so much pain that you're talking nonsense." Lockhart raised his wand, "Lie down, this is just a simple spell, I've used it countless times..."
"Professor Lockhart..."
Kyle squeezed in from the crowd, and whispered next to Lockhart: "I know you can cure them, but Madam Pomfrey should leave such trivial matters...or she will lose her job.
Moreover, I think everyone should be more interested in hearing your opinion on the game just now. "
"Oh...you're right, I really shouldn't steal Bobby's limelight."
Lockhart patted his head, "I'm sorry, I often treat those injured when I travel, and I'm used to it... I hope Bobby can forgive me."
"But when it comes to Quidditch, you're asking the right person." Lockhart laughed. "The Appleland Arrows have invited me to join them twice, but because I want to save the villagers who are troubled by the Wogga werewolf , could only regretfully decline.
In fact, just in July this year, they sent me another invitation... the day after Headmaster Dumbledore came to see me, if the invitation letter could have been delivered two days earlier, I might have appeared in the The Quidditch field is on. "
His words immediately caused a sensation... Until now, there are still many people in the school who are his admirers.
Harry, who was lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you..." He whispered his thanks to Kyle.
Fred and George squeezed in too, and while Lockhart was talking about how well he was flying, they lifted Harry up and ran to the hospital hospital.
……
All went well, and Madam Pomfrey was on Harry's arm in just a second.
It's just that she looks a little unhappy.
"People get injured every year... the sport is so dangerous I don't see why Dumbledore hasn't banned it yet."
She gave Harry a bottle of potion, "Drink it, it will be good for your recovery..."
Harry didn't speak, and took a sip of the potion silently.
Although he had been prepared for a long time, Harry still choked so much that he almost vomited. The smell was almost like the washing water from the Dursleys' house, so he tried not to vomit it out.
"Didn't it mean that there were two injured people?" Madam Pomfrey looked around, "Why are you the only one?"
As soon as the words fell, the Slytherins carried Marcus Flint into the school hospital.
The enemies were extremely jealous when they met, looking at the Gryffindor team, they did not hide the hatred in their eyes at all.
But because this is the school hospital, these people didn't dare to make mistakes, and just put Marcus on the hospital bed farthest from Harry.
"The nose was broken, and a lot of teeth fell out..." Madam Pomfrey checked Marcus's situation, and said with a straight face, "Dumbledore should really ban this dangerous sport!"
"Madame Pomfrey, Quidditch is actually not that dangerous..."
Malfoy was about to say something, but Madam Pomfrey just looked up, and he wisely shut his mouth.
Malfoy had had a psychological shadow on Madam Pomfrey since he had lived here for a few days.
Those medicines she gave were horrible... more disgusting than slugs.
Thinking of this, Malfoy turned pale again, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.
He had wanted to find a chance to laugh at Harry, but now, he just wanted to get out of here immediately.
