Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Marcus Flint came off injured, giving Gryffindor a chance to breathe and get a goal back. New🅇.🄲🄾🄼

10 to 50... Although the gap is still huge, at least it is not zero points.

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 worried.

Because he didn't know if this normality was temporary, and the score gap was getting bigger and bigger, he had to catch the Golden Snitch as early as possible and end the game.

"Were you practicing ballet just now, Potter?" Malfoy deliberately flew next to him and shouted:

"I never knew you had talent in this area. Maybe you should sign up for the Skeleton Dance Troupe!"

Harry was a little upset by Malfoy's noise and couldn't help but look back at him, but at this glance, he saw...the Golden Snitch flew between the two of them.

Without any hesitation, Harry immediately chased after him.

Malfoy's reaction was slower.

Although he was lagging far behind, with the advantage of the broom, the distance between the two was also shortening little by little.

"It's the Golden Snitch...Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy saw it...and they started to speed up!"

On the commentary stage, Li Jordan shouted excitedly: "The Golden Snitch changed direction... Harry Potter followed closely, with less than two feet away... Draco Malfoy was left behind... Look. Sometimes even a good broom is useless. ♦♕”

The distance between Harry and the Golden Snitch was getting closer and closer, and his fingertips could even touch the Snitch's wings... But at this moment, a Bludger suddenly changed its direction and flew straight this way. Come.

Harry didn't hide this time. He let go of the broom and lunged forward, grabbing the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand.

But at the same time, his arm was broken by the Bludger.

There was a splash and Harry rolled off the broom and landed on the muddy field, his arms hanging there at a very strange angle.

There were bursts of cheers from the stands.

Kyle was also very happy... In three years, this was the first time he had watched the first game in its entirety, which was worth remembering.

While the stands were chanting Harry's name, Kyle also noticed Dobby the house elf escaping the Quidditch pitch in a hurry.

Behind Dobby, Kaka was hitting it on the head with a cleaning broom.

This is the way to resolve conflicts between house elves... simple and crude, without 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, then it was really persistent.

It's just a pity for Harry, Kyle thought he could save his arm.

After the game, Ms. Hooch moved Harry to the side of the court, right next to Marcus Flint, preparing to take them to the school hospital together.

Many people gathered around.

Harry drowsily saw a row of shining teeth.

"Oh, no, no," he moaned.

"What do you mean, you want me to treat your arm?" Lockhart said loudly to the students gathered around him: "Don't worry, I'm about to do that."

He pulled out his wand...

"So, which one of you two comes first?"

Harry was extremely glad that he did not faint. He stretched out his uninjured hand and pointed at Marcus Flint tremblingly, "He, he was seriously injured."

"What a kind and good boy." Lockhart touched the raindrops at the corner of his eyes. "Don't worry, no matter who it is, I can cure it in the blink of an eye, so I'll start with the nearest one." ."

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Lockhart looked at Harry's arm.

"No!" Harry said quickly: "Just leave it 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 starting to talk nonsense." Lockhart raised his wand, "Lie down quickly. This is just a simple spell. I've used it countless times..."

"Professor Lockhart..."

Kyle squeezed through the crowd and whispered next to Lockhart: "I know you can definitely cure them, but leave such small things to Madam Pomfrey...otherwise she will lose her job.

Moreover, I think everyone would like to hear your thoughts 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 injured people when I travel, and I'm used to it... I hope Poppy can forgive me."

"But when it comes to Quidditch, you've asked the right person." Lockhart laughed. "The Applefield Arrows invited me to join them twice, but I wanted to save the villagers who were troubled by the werewolves of Wagga. , can only regretfully refuse.

In fact, just in July this year, they sent me an invitation again... The day after Principal Dumbledore came to see me, if the invitation letter could have been sent two days earlier, I might have appeared at the Quidditch is on the field. "

His words immediately caused a sensation... Even 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 thanked Kyle quietly.

Fred and George also squeezed over, and while Lockhart was talking about how good he was at flying, they picked up Harry and ran to the school hospital.

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Everything went smoothly and it only took Madam Pomfrey a second to attach Harry's arm.

But she looked a little unhappy.

"People get hurt every year... This sport is so dangerous I don't understand why Dumbledore hasn't banned it yet."

She pushed a bottle of potion to Harry, "Drink it, it will be good for your recovery..."

Harry said nothing and took a sip of the potion silently.

Although he was well prepared, Harry still choked and almost vomited out. The smell was just like the Dursley's pot water, but he held back and did not vomit out.

"Didn't you say there were two people injured?" Madam Pomfrey looked around, "Why are you the only one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Slytherins carried Marcus Flint into the school hospital.

The enemies were extremely jealous when they met, and they did not hide the hatred in their eyes when they looked at the Gryffindor team members.

But because this was the school hospital, these people didn't dare to make any mistakes and just put Marcus on the bed farthest from Harry.

"The nose was broken and many teeth were lost..." Madam Pomfrey checked Marcus's condition and said with a straight face: "Dumbledore should really ban this dangerous sport!"

"Mrs. 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 developed a psychological shadow over Madam Pomfrey since he had last stayed here for a few days.

The medicine she gave me tasted awful...even worse than slugs.

Thinking of this, Malfoy's face turned a little pale, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.

He originally wanted to find a chance to laugh at Harry, but now, he just wanted to leave here right away.