Chapter 87: Bludger with Tracker
The bell for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just rang.
Hermione quickly packed her bag and left the classroom in a hurry.
Hephis looked at her leaving back, frowning slightly, feeling helpless.
He turned and walked towards the podium. Lockhart had returned to his usual self.
He was fixing his hair which was a little messy because of the performance.
"Professor Lockhart."
"Oh, do you want my autograph?" Lockhart smiled his signature smile.
"Lockhart, a fan asked me to send you something."
Hephis took out a photo stone from his pocket and handed it to Lockhart.
"It's a fan gift!" Lockhart took the photo stone naturally and was about to put it in his pocket.
"Professor, I think it's better for you to finish reading it here." Hephis looked at Lockhart in a flat tone.
"I'm very busy. When I have time, I..." Hephis interrupted Lockhart before he could finish his words.
"Now, Professor."
Lockhart shuddered suddenly, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.
He subconsciously put the photo stone against his forehead, and the scene in his mind made his face turn pale instantly.
"This...this..." Lockhart stammered, his left hand tightly grasping the photo stone.
Hefeth stepped forward and said calmly, "That fan really likes your autograph. I wonder if you can sign a few more for him."
Lockhart was stunned for a moment, then nodded rapidly: "Okay...Okay, I'll sign it right away."
He picked up the book on the table and began to sign it quickly.
"I think it would be better for the professor to sign these papers," Hephis said, handing over a stack of blank parchments.
"This... okay!" Lockhart lowered his head and did as he was told. His hands were a little sore after he finished signing all the documents.
Hephesus put away the parchment with satisfaction. It was a good thing.
At Hogwarts, some things are better done above board.
Lockhart asked cautiously, "I have signed my name, then... then do you still have the photo stone..."
Hephes did not answer, but took out another image stone and threw it on the table.
"Thank you, professor, goodbye." He turned and left.
At this moment, Lockhart suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hephis's head: "Obligate!"
The spell was directly blocked by a black shield and bounced back to the ceiling.
Hephis stopped, turned around, and looked at Lockhart calmly.
Lockhart looked at Hephis in disbelief, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees: "Please... let me go..."
He crawled to Hephes' feet on his knees, with endless begging in his voice.
Hephis looked at him coldly, without a trace of emotion in his tone: "For the last time, Lockhart."
The photo stone not only recorded Lockhart's embarrassment during his first class, but also contained testimonies from several witnesses.
If handed over to the Ministry of Magic, Lockhart would not only face disgrace, but also life imprisonment in Azkaban.
He had long guessed that Lockhart would take action, and he deliberately gave this opportunity in order to completely control Lockhart.
After all, in the wizarding world, Lockhart's reputation is still of some use.
Early Saturday morning, Draco knocked on Hephis's dormitory door as usual.
Because he was a member of the Quidditch team and needed to arrive early to prepare, he came early in the morning to wake up Heffies and watch his game.
Although Hephis couldn't figure out what was so fun about flying around on a broom.
But since I've promised Draco, I might as well go and take a look!
Nearing eleven o'clock, Heffies slowly walked towards the Quidditch field with the crowd.
The sky seemed a little gloomy, and thunder could be heard faintly in the humid air.
Hephaestus used his shadow to conjure a fan and fanned him.
The small snakes around politely made room for him.
The Slytherin and Gryffindor players lined up neatly to enter.
The viewing area immediately erupted in cheers and applause.
Hephis stood in the middle of the Slytherin viewing area.
Even through the crowd, one could clearly hear the boos and jeers from other houses against Slytherin.
"Listen to my whistle," Madam Hooch said clearly and forcefully from the sidelines, "Three... two... one..."
As the whistle sounded, the fourteen players shot up into the gray sky like arrows.
Draco moved quickly around Harry, as if he was showing off his speed to Harry.
Just then, a heavy black Bludger suddenly flew towards Harry, and he narrowly avoided the attack.
The Bludger seemed to have set its sights on Harry, no matter how hard the twins tried to hit it in other directions.
It always magically turned and flew towards Harry again.
The Bludger spotted Harry as if it had a tracker installed and attacked him fiercely.
Although Heffis only had a vague understanding of the rules of Quidditch, he could see that something was wrong.
The small snakes around also began to whisper, talking about this strange wandering ball.
Hephis expanded his magical perception to find the problem.
But the Bludger was flying too fast, and his perception range was limited, so he could not find the problem.
But if I can’t find it, then I can’t find it. It’s Harry who was attacked anyway, so it doesn’t matter.
There was another black umbrella above Hephis's head because it had started raining.
The game continued, and the Slytherin team's super broom played a huge role, and the score was quickly widened.
Sixty to zero, Slytherin was far ahead.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and it was obvious that the Gryffindor players had also noticed something was wrong with the Bludger and called for a timeout.
Hefeth was a little surprised that Madam Hooch did not check the Bludger and blew the whistle again, signaling the game to continue.
this......
Why call for a pause when you are not doing anything?
He soon noticed the change.
The twins no longer kept a close eye on Harry, allowing the tracking Bludger to attack at will.
He saw Harry moving flexibly in the air, sometimes turning sharply, sometimes circling, showing amazing flying skills.
Hephis had to admit that Harry's flying skills were indeed much better than his.
His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he saw the Snitch, hovering a few inches above Draco's left ear.
But Draco seemed to be trash-talking Harry and didn't notice at all.
Hephis quietly took out his wand and put it to his throat, "The thief is on the left."
Draco turned his head sharply to the left and immediately spotted the Golden Snitch.
He stretched out his hand to grab the Golden Snitch.
However, Harry also saw Draco's movements and rushed towards Draco.
Just then, the Bludger hit Harry hard on the elbow.
Accompanied by a scream, Harry's arm was visibly deformed, obviously broken.
