Hogwarts Lion Girl

As Madam Hooch's whistle blew, the harsh, shrill sound cut through the stormy sky, and the game resumed with an almost aggressive urgency.

The team members tapped their toes and their brooms quickly took off into the air, like a group of birds soaring in the storm, brave and fearless.

People in the audience raised the flags of their respective teams. Although most of them were wet by the rain, the colors became more vivid. The swaying flags were like colorful dances, challenging the limits of the bad weather.

Heavy clouds hung low, and amidst the rain, Harry and the other players redelineated their positions with determination in their eyes.

At the crucial moment of the game, everyone knew that they must not relax, especially Harry. He adjusted his glasses that were blurred by rain, and his sharp eyes penetrated the mist, looking for the tiny and shining golden snitch.

On the Quidditch field, the players once again started a fierce competition, eliminating all external distractions and concentrating on flying.

The Bludger drew one strange trajectory after another in the air, circling at high speed above the court and attacking at lightning speed.

Every touch and interception came with a sound like thunder in the wind and rain, and every near miss and score triggered cheers or exclamations from the audience that were louder than the storm.

The cheers of encouragement could be heard from the Gryffindor stands as they sang and cheered for their beloved team.

Even though the dark clouds were looming and the players' faces were difficult to recognize, they still shouted with all their might. Their voices traveled across the field with the wind, parallel to the raindrops, weaving into a hymn that belonged only to this game.

The game continued, and time seemed to disappear in the fierce confrontation.

Everyone present, whether players, referees or spectators, was completely immersed in this contest of magic and courage, looking forward to the moment of victory, which would be the highest tribute to will and perseverance.

The Bludger tumbled through the air, its trajectory becoming increasingly unpredictable, while Dobby loomed in the shadows around the corner of the Ravenclaw stand.

Salina knew that she could not hesitate for a moment, and the harm caused by the Bludger must be stopped immediately.

" Fainted! " A red light shot towards Dobby like an arrow.

But was it due to lack of experience or Dobby being well prepared? The spell did not hit the target, but instead stirred up a cloud of smoke. When the smoke dissipated, Dobby was nowhere to be seen.

In the wind and rain, the dense crowd in the stands suddenly became noisy, and deafening exclamations rolled in the air like waves.

Many people stood up and pointed at the center of the ruthless battle, their eyes filled with astonishment and worry.

When Salina turned her head, she could see thousands of faces, each of them was speechless with shock, as if they had found a common voice in the storm.

Salina felt a familiar sense of tension, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she looked up at the confrontation in the storm.

With an almost incredible agility, Harry swooped high in the air, surpassing the confident Malfoy, flying past him, and accurately captured the glittering golden snitch.

The cheers and screams from the audience were so overwhelming that they seemed to overturn the entire venue.

At that climax of victory, a dull crash suddenly broke through the rain curtain.

The Bludger ruthlessly crashed towards Harry's back, and his slender body took the blow as if completely defenseless.

Harry's broomstick lost control in an instant, like a kite without a string, losing its direction in the strong wind.

Salina saw Harry falling out of control from a high altitude, straight down.

With a dull thud, Harry's body landed on the muddy ground.

Despite the splashing of water, the air was as quiet as if it had frozen.

The rain was pouring mercilessly on Harry's face, and all kinds of sounds were mixed in his ears, but Salina could only hear her own heartbeat.

Harry's arms were stretched out at an unnatural angle, hanging limply in the air.

He won the match, but was injured.

Salina walked through the crowd of onlookers. Every step seemed extremely difficult and the air around her almost froze.

Sharp glances and whispers seemed to echo around every corner until her eyes fixed on Lockhart, who stood in front of Harry.

At this moment, Lockhart's face was filled with a confident smile, "Oh! Just leave it to me, it's very easy for me!"

"I wrote it in the book, if you have read it! After all, I am a very powerful adventurer!" As the words fell, his arms slowly rolled up the sleeves of his emerald green clothes in full view of everyone.

"Oh! I'm in trouble..." Harry's voice came weak but urgent, full of fear and uneasiness. At the same time, his eyes were full of help and hesitation.

Ignoring Harry's panic and attempts to stop him, Lockhart began twirling his wand with quick and precise movements, aiming it at Harry's arm without hesitation.

The light blue arc of light, like a faint star, burst out gently from the tip of Lockhart's wand.

As the arc of light fell, the onlookers almost all gasped at the same time, and the scene became unusually quiet.

Harry's left arm hung limply and pitifully, like a piece of rubber that had lost all its supporting skeleton.

The crowd was in shock, and cries of disbelief filled the venue, "Oh! My Merlin!"

"Well... ahaha... this... although it doesn't look good, at least it doesn't hurt now, right. Ha, ha, ha..." Lockhart's tone revealed a calmness hidden under embarrassment. He tried to calm the tense atmosphere around him with a confident smile and comforting words.

But it was not difficult to catch a flash of panic in his slightly exaggerated expression. His usually bright and beautiful appearance, always maintaining a decent image, seemed a little unnatural and even funny at this moment.

The students watching exchanged complicated looks with each other, and for a moment, the air was filled with a hint of uneasiness and suspicion.

Fred and George lost their usual frivolity and playfulness. They glared at Lockhart almost at the same time. The glare that could almost freeze into ice was enough to penetrate any complacency and hypocrisy in the rain.

"What are you doing!"

"He has no bones left!"

Without any hesitation, Fred and George walked side by side to Harry's weak body and carried him to the school infirmary swiftly.

Ginny followed behind them, looking as pale as paper.

She hurriedly covered her trembling lips, the tears at the corners of her eyes were particularly conspicuous in the rain, sliding down along with confusion and helplessness.