Harry Potter Blood Hunter

A group of people in red ran towards the castle carrying a stretcher, and Browder almost guessed what was going on.

Getting closer, Browder saw that George Fred was carrying the stretcher and running here in tandem.

Hermione Ron and Ginny stood on each side, concerned about the person lying on the stretcher.

The person lying on the stretcher was naturally Harry.

"What's the matter?" Qiu asked Browder earlier this time.

Hermione's expression improved a lot when she saw Qiu.

"This is an accident caused by the game!" George in front replied carelessly. "A roaming ball is crazy. Just now the whole game was chasing Harry frantically, and Harry's arm was swam. The ball hit it...it should be broken!"

George is not sure, because Harry's hand is now...

"Shit! If it's just broken!" Ron jumped angrily. "This is definitely a magic accident! Normal curses are not so cruel! Damn Gerald Lockhart!"

Getting closer, Browder and Qiu saw Harry lying on the stretcher and his hand on his stomach.

How to describe it? Anyway, Browder had never seen such a flat palm. The muscles and fat of the entire hand were all slumped together.

By the way, it looks like a thick rubber glove on the table.

"It's cruel..." Browder didn't know what to do with such "stumps".

Stumps, in the normal sense, are missing a part of the limbs, and the fingers, palms and arms are counted as missing.

Harry was so strange that all the bones in his arm had disappeared out of thin air.

So this should be regarded as a residual limb, right?

Browder touched Harry's hand... 14 phalanxes, 5 metacarpal bones, 8 wrist bones were all gone.

More than...Two bones of the forearm are missing, one bone of the upper arm is also missing, the shoulder blades...Fortunately, the shoulder blades are still there, so Harry can suffer a little less.

It's like leaving the skin and bones removed. Pao Ding can't do it like this and there is no cutting edge... Could it be that Gerald Lockhart has been a cook before?

The absolute master of this technique!

Browder couldn't even think of how such a spell could be done.

It was really as cruel as Ron said.

"Browder, how am I?" Harry still has his own consciousness, but he wants to move his right hand but can't do it.

"Congratulations, Harry! You have lost thirty bones in total, and you hurt tonight!"

Thirty bones?

This statement made Harry's eyes dark, his mouth became trembling, "Then, do I still have treatment?"

Thinking that he might have no bones in such an arm in the future, Harry thought he would die.

Fortunately, Browder didn't tease him this time.

"Of course some are cured! Didn't I just say that? Some of you hurt tonight... I will ask Pomfrey to drink you some bone spirits, and they will grow back in one night, and it will change in three days. It has to be as hard as before!"

"It's fine to grow back! That's fine!" Harry was finally relieved.

"I already said don't worry! Harry, you and Hermione are just a little unreasonable!" Fred, who was walking behind, said with a smile.

Both wizards and Muggles have their own mindsets.

From Muggle's point of view, if a person's body is damaged or amputated, then this generation will be like this!

About what I can do is hope that before death, a major technology company can produce a prosthetic that is effective enough and does not affect life.

But in the eyes of wizards in the wizarding world, as long as they are not harmed by black magic, they can grow back with a little potion.

Like the captain of the Gryffindor team, Wood, as a goalkeeper, he no longer knows how many times he has been cracked by the ball, and he is still alive and well.

In addition, there is the kind of nerve-wrenching wizard who uses similar potions to grow his arms a few times, hoping to increase his combat effectiveness several times out of thin air.

But it turns out that most of them can't even command one arm...Because the brain is still the brain, it doesn't have the ability to multi-task, and it still can't do it with external force...and go to Saint Mungo to ask the doctor to saw off the extra arm. .

Because of this concept, Harry was only sent back by George and Fred. Wood and the three golden flowers remained on the court to celebrate the victory with the Gryffindor spectators... Although Harry was hit by a walker just now, he still caught the golden snitch.

I don't know what Draco's face was as a Slytherin seeker.

"But you said that the walking ball is crazy?" Browder asked again, "Are you sure it's just an ordinary loss of control? Although the general walking ball will knock the player off the broom as much as possible, it will definitely not stare at a person. Hit... make sure that the ball was not cursed?"

Uh……

Hearing that, Hermione said with a bit of embarrassment, "Because the game is over and the wandering ball is still attacking Harry, so I was in a hurry and destroyed the ball!"

Well, there is no clue!

But it can't be said that Hermione's approach is wrong, after all, the first goal that should be achieved has always been the safety of friends!

Hearing Browder's guess, no one else had much reaction.

Although Quirrell was cursed on Harry's broom last year, this year...should not be?

And a similar guess has already happened on the court just now!

Hermione explained, "The walking ball has been kept by Mrs. Hooch before the game. She is pretty sure that no one has touched the ball after the last check... and after the game, no one will walk away. Curse the ball! The speed of the wandering ball is not that the ancient evil spell can keep up. If you don't want to lose your eyeballs, you will lose your eyeballs. And if you take out the magic wand and cast the spell, the goal is too great!"

Browder reacted indifferently, just nodded, as if he didn't care that he was wrong.

But Harry reacted greatly.

Because, what if it's not human?

Harry thought of a house elf!

If that's the case, do you want Harry to use the house elves who left Hogwarts to play the ball?

The house elves that can be transferred in Hogwarts may do more than anything.

And if he really did it...Will he "apologize" to himself as he did twice before tonight?

Thinking of this, Harry gritted his teeth... after hurting himself, come to apologize! Harry really wanted him to try this for himself.

Knowing the whole story, Browder and Qiu stopped talking to Harry and the others, and thought it was better to get to the medical wing soon.

Madam Pomfrey might have seen this kind of "stump" for the first time, so she became quite angry.

"You should come to me directly!" Madame Pomfrey was furious and grabbed Harry, the poor man's arm that was still free half an hour ago. "I can heal this bone in a second. The problem is Let them grow back!"

"So do you need a bone spirit?" Harry asked cautiously. "My arm will be fine, right?"

Mrs. Pomfrey was very angry and went quickly, and she admired Harry's erudition, "Thank you for knowing Bone Spirit! Then you should know its medicinal effects! You will stay here tonight, Mr. Potter Right!"

After George and Fred listened, they gave Browder a thumbs up at the same time... It was amazing, the time was accurate.

Browder pinched his waist, indicating that this was all a trivial matter... Let me be bullied for a while.

Madam Pomfrey went to get the Bone Spirit, during which Harry put on a set of pajamas in the style of a hospital gown... it will be all this set by tomorrow morning!

Ron helped Harry change clothes, and Hermione and Qiu both went behind the curtain.

It just so happened that Hermione and Qiu talked about being engaged to Browder.

Qiu was happy and blushed to indicate that it would be held at Browder's house this Christmas holiday, and she would post an invitation to Hermione.

Hermione was happy on the surface, but sour on the inside.

Ugh……

In Hermione's pretense of happiness, Madam Pomfrey finally returned with a bottle of potion.

Just poured a glass for Harry to drink.

Harry looked at the black and bubbling potion, and unconsciously looked at Browder, "Browder, what does it taste like?"

"I really don't know this!" Browder smiled. "My bones are very hard and have never been broken, so I have never drank Bone Spirit."

George suddenly patted Browder on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Browder, you will taste it soon!"

Fred patted the other side of the shoulder, "You are a goalkeeper, how can you not get hurt?"

"Ha!" Browder's pinched hands climbed higher, almost reaching his armpit. "What about being a goalkeeper? I would never drink this kind of thing, Browder! Can knock me People with fractured bones have not been born yet!"

"Cut! Just talk about me too!" ×2

George and Fred provoked Browder at the same time, "We have the ability to bet!"

Browder looked at George and Fred, "It's okay to bet, but is there anything else you can bet on?"

The twins really like to bet with others. Browder also has several here, all of which are long-term bets.

However, unlike Browder, who mainly paid Jin Jialong, the twins used themselves from head to toe, from now to the future, to bet against Browder... They lost the store manager or something, so they have now bet. It's time to be an unpaid employee for a lifetime.

Is there any gambling money now?

So the twins are stuck!

Browder reached out to express victory!

Harry watched the moment when Browder and the twins had abnormal heads, and almost couldn't help laughing.

It's normal at ordinary times, but how come the three of them suddenly become funny?

Don't understand, don't understand!

Looking at the black potion in his hand~www.NovelMTL.com~ Harry gritted his teeth, raised his head and poured it down.

When it entered, Harry's mouth and throat looked like fire, making him cough and choke.

But Harry held it back, and finally swallowed it.

Browder gave Harry a thumbs up encouragement.

"Good job Harry!" Browder said, "It's good to drink it for the first time without squirting!"

Browder looked at the twins, "Since I knew what the main ingredient of the Bone Spirit is, I decided I would definitely not drink it!"

Harry suddenly felt bad.

"What is the main material?" Harry said in a panic! "

Browder said casually, "It seems to be the ashes of the spark?"

"what?"