Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Harry hated Lockhart so much that it reminded him of the feeling of being looked at as a monkey, and he was the monkey being laughed at.

Now in his heart, the first person on the hate list must be Voldemort, followed by Professor Snape, Draco Malfoy, Dally Dursley, and then Gilderoy Lockhart .

He would not have imagined that Lockhart's "status" in his heart would soon rise by another level.

……

Under the violent wind and rain, the Hogwarts stadium was filled with joy, and the cheers of Gryffindor and Slytherin could be heard throughout the venue.

Harry flew awkwardly in the sky. He hovered, spun, and plummeted, but he could never get rid of the crazy Bludger.

George and Fred stayed close to Harry to help him keep an eye on the out-of-control Bludger.

"Scarhead, are you practicing ballet?" Malfoy laughed wildly and taunted him when he saw Harry's confused look as he tried to avoid the Bludger.

Harry ran away quickly, the Bludger chasing him only a few feet away.He turned back and glared hatefully at Malfoy, and then he saw it, saw the Snitch, hovering just a few inches above Malfoy's left ear - Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it.

In that excruciating moment, Harry hung in mid-air, not daring to speed up and rush towards Malfoy, for fear that he would look up and see the Golden Snitch.

"Bang!"

Harry hesitated in the air for a moment, and the Bludger hit his elbow hard. The pain was like burning fire, and it seemed that all the strength in Harry's body was drained away.

But the Bludger knew no mercy. It circled half a circle and hit Harry again.

At this moment, Harry's desire to win overcame everything. He just wanted to get the Golden Snitch and teach Malfoy a lesson. Bludger?If you can’t control it, leave it alone!

I, Harry, will no longer be a dodger!

In the hazy rain curtain, Harry endured the excruciating pain and rushed towards the face below that was shining with laughter.He saw the eyes in that face widen in horror: Malfoy thought Harry was coming to bump into him.

"What are you doing~~"

Malfoy gasped and scurried away from Harry.

Harry's uninjured hand let go of the broom and stretched out to grab it hard. Malfoy lowered his head to dodge. From the audience's perspective, Malfoy deliberately stepped out of the way for Harry to catch the Snitch.

Lucius in the stands slapped his leg hard, "Damn brat, I spent so much money..."

Everyone in the Slytherin stands covered their eyes, not wanting to see that scene. It was so embarrassing.

"It's over, it's over!"

"You can lose like this? You don't even want to lose face."

Harry felt his fingers wrap around the cold Snitch, but since he was now holding the broom between his legs, he was falling straight to the ground, trying not to pass out, when he heard the sound below. There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Harry fell to the ground, causing a splash of water. His arm was hanging at a strange angle, and it was probably broken.

Fortunately, he caught the Golden Snitch. He raised his good hand high and held the Golden Snitch.

"Gryffindor wins!" Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded, indicating the end of a game. When Harry heard this sentence, he breathed a sigh of relief and fainted.

There were exclamations from the stands, and many people rushed down from the stands and gathered around Harry, including Lockhart.

Albert released a "quick recovery" on Harry.

The first thing Harry saw when he woke up was Lockhart's smiling face and his iconic white teeth.

"No, no, go away." Harry had just woken up, his consciousness was still a little blurry, and his speech was unclear. No one could hear what he said clearly.

This led to tragedy. Lockhart shouted to the students around him: "Don't worry, Harry, I will cure you. You won't feel any pain."

"no, you can not……"

Albert wanted to interrupt Lockhart's spellcasting, but he also wanted to learn Lockhart's magic spell to painlessly extract human bones. He was undecided for a moment and thought to himself: Thank you for your hard work, Harry.

"Lie back, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's a simple spell I've used countless times."

"Why can't I go directly to the campus hospital?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"He really should go to the hospital." said the mud-covered Wood, who couldn't suppress the smile on his face even though his Seeker was injured. "That was a great catch, Harry. It was brilliant." Wow, I’ve never seen you do so beautifully.”

Lockhart rolled up his sleeves and fiddled with his emerald green wizard's robes, shooing Wood away to avoid soiling his clean clothes.

Harry tried to struggle, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand. He made a gorgeous dance, then pointed the wand at Harry and shouted:

"caroseparatio!"

(Latin, meaning separation of flesh and blood, the spell does not appear in the original work, the author created it himself)

A strange feeling spread through Harry's arms, which slipped out of his sleeves.

Like a thick flesh-colored rubber glove, Harry lost control of this hand and had no feeling at all.

The people around him gasped and wanted to send Harry to the school hospital. Lockhart smiled awkwardly, not showing his white teeth this time.

Albert held a moment of silence for Harry, while silently remembering Lockhart's "caroseparatio" spell.

There is no warning when the curse is issued, and its lethality is not weak. It is a good evil curse.

What is there to say?

There is no useless spell, there is no useless wizard.