I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Mrs. Huo Qi could no longer describe her feelings at this time. After many years of teaching at Hogwarts, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation. By the time she reacted and tried to save it, it was already too late.

Harry fell from a height of dozens of feet like a wild horse, with a bang, water splashed everywhere, and he fell into the mud.

"Oh my God."

"It's a fatality."

"How good is that."

......

There was chaos in the stands.

Even though she knew Harry had a backup plan, Hermione's thoughts were still in her throat.

Mrs. Hooch no longer cared about the game that was still going on. She rode her broomstick and rushed towards the direction where Harry fell.

Harry, who had activated the amulet to protect his body, was splashed with mud and was a little dizzy, but his brain didn't seem to burst. He was grinning in pain, raising his left hand excitedly, and a golden wing struggled vigorously in his hand. .

"Thank Merlin, Harry, you scared me to death." Madam Hooch held Harry's shoulders and looked him up and down.

"Professor, we won. I caught the Golden Snitch. Gryffindor won." Harry couldn't restrain his joy.

As if experiencing a roller coaster, Mrs. Hooch glanced at the Snitch in Harry's hand, and then decisively blew the whistle to end the game.

"Okay, Hermione, Harry is okay." Orlando patted Hermione's hand that was holding his arm.

When she realized what she was doing, she suddenly blushed with embarrassment and didn't dare to look into Orlando's eyes.

"Did we win?"

"Yes, I won."

At this time, when Mrs. Hooch announced Gryffindor's victory, the students in the stands immediately went crazy. They shouted loudly and vented their inner joy.

At this time, Lockhart appeared out of nowhere, magnificently walked down the stands and headed straight to the center of the stadium.

At this time, Harry was hanging with one hand, and was raised high by Wood and others. They shouted Harry's name loudly, celebrating that he caught the Golden Snitch at the critical moment and turned the tide of the battle in one fell swoop.

"Wood, put Harry down, he needs treatment on his arm." Lockhart said with a slightly commanding tone.

"No, Professor, I'm fine. I don't need your treatment." Harry shrank his neck. He had learned too many lessons and didn't want to be his guinea pig.

"It's okay, Harry. I believe I'm the best at this kind of fall. You know, in the Himalayas, I won the respect of the Yeti people with this magical healing technique. Don't worry, Just a spell and you'll be back to your old self..."

"Professor, wait." A voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Lockhart.

Lockhart, who was in high spirits and ready to show off, was suddenly stopped by someone. He turned around and looked behind him very unhappy.

"O...Orlando?"

"It's me, Professor. I think what Harry needs now is not a curse cure, but a celebration of victory. I think at such a glorious moment, he would rather celebrate the victory with his classmates, right, Harry?"

"Yes, Orlando, Professor Lockhart, please let me enjoy this rare moment, please." Harry reacted very quickly and quickly found a place for Lockhart to get off.

"Okay then! Since you all said so, let's keep having fun." Lockhart raised his hands in an exaggerated manner.

Inspired by him, the students rushed forward, lifted up the Gryffindor players, and walked happily towards the castle.

In the turbulent crowd, Orlando saw a short boy walking back and forth among the crowd, taking pictures with the camera in his hand.

"Victory, so I take credit for it." Ron, who was waiting anxiously in the castle, ran and jumped for joy after learning that Gryffindor had won.

After seeing that Harry had broken an arm, he asked fearfully: "Isn't there an amulet? Why is it like this?"

"It was a Bludger, Slytherin's beater sneaked up on me," Harry gritted his teeth in pain, "I activated the amulet the moment I fell, so I didn't get hurt, thanks to Orlando."

Harry pulled off the red rope around his neck, and the talisman hanging on it had disappeared.

"Ron, please accompany Harry to the school hospital. After we change our clothes, we will come and meet you."

After looking at the wet people, Ron agreed.

......

Madam Pomfrey is still very reliable. By the time Orlando and Hermione rushed to the school hospital after changing their clothes, she had already configured the "Boneling".

Harry was lying on the hospital bed. The curtains around the hospital bed had been closed by Ron. When they arrived, Harry had just changed into his pajamas.

"How's it going, Harry, are you feeling better?" Hermione asked with concern.

"Much better, Hermione. Oh, by the way, Orlando, I haven't even thanked you yet, but you saved me again." Harry said loudly as if he thought of something happy.

"Are you thanking me for keeping you from falling to death? Or are you thanking me for not having Lockhart treat you to death?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, Orlando made a rare joke.

"Thank you all, your lightning is really something I will never forget."

"What lightning? Ron asked confused."

"While I was being chased by the Bludger, a bolt of lightning from Orlando struck it, and that got me out of trouble, otherwise it would have been impossible to catch the Snitch."

"It turns out that Orlando asked me to pass the message to do this." Ron suddenly realized.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey walked around the curtain and Ron hurriedly shut his mouth. He didn't want to be kicked out by her.

Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle labeled "Boneling".

She said seriously: "This has been a difficult night, Harry."

As she spoke, she poured out a large steaming cup and handed it to Harry, "Bone healing is a very uncomfortable thing. You have to grit your teeth and persevere. Your broken part will be healed after tonight. "

The smell of bone spirit was very strange. Orlando had read it in the book. It burned in Harry's mouth and burned down his throat, making Harry cough and spit.

After Madam Pomfrey made sure that Harry had taken the medicine as prescribed, she left, smacking her lips as she walked, complaining that Quidditch was too dangerous, and then complained that the law enforcement teacher was too dangerous. inability.

After confirming that Madam Pomfrey was gone, Ron's face broke into a smile: "Thank you for catching the Golden Snitch. You didn't see Malfoy's expression... He looked like he wanted to kill someone." !”

Hermione's focus was not on this. She was indignant about who caused the danger. "I really want to know what he did to that Bludger," she said angrily.

"We can write this question on the list and ask him after we drink the Polyjuice Potion," Ron suggested.

"I hope the Polyjuice Potion tastes better than this stuff..." Harry said and fell on the pillow. He was very tired today, and now that he was free, he felt that he had no strength.