Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Harry had been feeling exhausted the last few days.

In addition to investigating information about the Chamber of Secrets, he also had to undergo heavy Quidditch training.

At the beginning of this school year, he passed the selection of the school Quidditch team and became the seeker of the school team.

He was originally very happy. After all, not everyone could join the school Quidditch team in the second year.

Before him, only Cedric had done this.

However, not long after joining the school team, he regretted it.

He even once doubted whether his decision to try out for the school Quidditch team was right or wrong.

Vice-captain Wood is a veritable training maniac. In his eyes, whether it is windy or rainy, it is good weather for training.

Captain Marcus has been promoted to seventh grade. He really wants to win the European Magic Schools Quidditch Cup again before graduation.

After Charlie graduated, Krum of Durmstrang gradually showed his talent as the world's best seeker. Hogwarts' seeker Roger Davis was no match for Krum.

When the Chasers were unable to widen the gap, Durmstrang could be said to be invincible in Europe.

Therefore, after Harry became the new Seeker, Marcus and Wood both placed their hopes of winning on him.

They were also extremely strict with Harry.

As the match against Durmstrang was approaching, they would take time out in the next two days to call Harry to the Quidditch field for practice.

In Wood's words, proper practice will help everyone get into the game faster.

During today's training, Harry was so tired that he began to doubt his life and felt a little dazed.

"Harry, don't be in a daze," Marcus shouted at Harry, "Blurgers don't have eyes."

"If you want to deal with Krum, you must learn how to block vision and dodge the Bludgers as much as possible."

"You have to rely on your own flying skills to block vision. I can only help you practice dodging the bludgers."

"Come on, practice again!"

Harry shook his head violently, pulled himself together, and flew up quickly.

As he flew, he paid attention to Marcus's movements.

Marcus swung his bat and sent the Bludger flying hard toward Harry.

Harry silently calculated the distance, and when the Bludger was about to hit him, he suddenly turned sideways and avoided the attack of the Bludger.

"Good hiding!" Marcus praised.

Seeing Harry's performance, Wood also echoed: "Keep up this level, Harry, we will definitely be able to crush Durmstrang this year."

Before Harry had time to be happy, he saw the Bludger make a 180-degree turn like a boomerang and fly towards him again.

He quickly ducked down and dodged the Bludger's attack again.

However, this time the Bludger didn't fly very far before it changed direction again and flew towards Harry's head.

"Marcus!" Harry shouted anxiously, "There seems to be something wrong with the Bludger. Why is it chasing me?"

Seeing this scene, Marcus and Wood were both panicked. They had never seen a bludger chasing and attacking a person.

This Bludger seems to be cursed!

Is there a traitor in Hogwarts?

He wanted to get rid of the Hogwarts Seeker before the game, so that Durmstrang could easily win the game?

No, protect Harry!

We must not let the enemy's conspiracy succeed.

Marcus chased after the Bludger, trying to hit it away with his bat.

Wood flew directly in front of Harry, trying to use his body to help Harry block the attack of the wandering ball.

"Harry, don't panic, land first."

As he spoke, Wood protected Harry and flew towards the ground side by side with him.

After getting Wood's protection, Harry felt relieved and relaxed his vigilance against the Bludger.

Ok!

It's safe now.

He looked at Wood and said gratefully: "Thank you, Wood, your safety is also important, no need..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard Marcus' roar: "Oliver, Harry, be careful!"

Harry's heart tightened and he looked around suddenly.

The Bludger is coming, which direction?

Didn’t see it!

Suddenly, he saw Wood yelling and raising his left hand, as if trying to stop something.

Before he could react, the dark Bludger spun out from under Wood's arm and headed straight towards him.

broken!

My vision has been blocked by the limit!

Harry tried hard to turn his body, but it was too late and the Bludger hit him directly on the right arm.

click-

With a burning pain, Harry fell off his broom and landed heavily on the sandy court.

In his dizziness, Harry heard the roars of Wood and Marcus.

"Who the hell is that, bastard?"

"Quickly stop the Bludger!"

In a trance, Harry tried hard to open his eyes and saw the Bludger getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

what happened?

Is this Bludger going to smash itself to death on the court?

Who on earth hates me so much?

At the critical moment, a spell came from the side and hit the out-of-control Bludger directly.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

As Hermione cast a spell, the Bludger was blown into pieces, completely relieving Harry of the crisis.

The players landed one after another, and together with Ron and Hermione, surrounded Harry.

Marcus and Wood looked murderous and glanced viciously at the suspicious people around them.

It was clear that someone didn't want the Hogwarts team to win.

"Make way, make way," a voice came from outside the crowd, "We are from the St. Mungo's training class."

"Let us in, we are professionals."

Among the students watching the Quidditch training, in addition to Hermione, there were two sixth-year students from the St. Mungo's training class.

After seeing what happened to Harry, they rushed to the court, ready to show their talents.

As they pushed through the crowd, they saw that Hermione had finished her initial examination of Harry.

"How is Potter, Miss Granger?"

"It's not bad," Hermione said heavily, "Harry's right arm is broken, but other than that he's not seriously hurt."

"However, we haven't learned the bone-setting spell yet. Harry must be sent to the school infirmary for treatment."

Hearing this, Harry, who had recovered from his shock, struggled to get up.

However, just as he was about to take action, he was pushed to the ground by a student from St. Mungo's training class.

"Potter, after a fracture, you must not move the injured part to avoid further damage. Lie down and let us take you over."

"Trust us, we are professionals."

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

As he spoke, he extended his wand and used a levitation spell to float Harry into the air.

Harry was floating in the air, feeling a little flustered.

So shameful.

If I float all the way back to the castle like this, everyone will definitely treat me like a monkey.

"Put me down, my legs are not injured and I can walk by myself!"

"Harry," Hermione also tried to comfort him, "Senior is right. It is indeed not appropriate for you to move around now."

"Just hold on, you'll be cured soon."

Resistance was futile, so Harry had no choice but to resign himself to his fate, closing his eyes and allowing himself to be carried to the infirmary like a kite.

Seeing that more and more students were gathering around, Harry quietly stretched out his left hand, pulled up his jersey and covered his face.

Hey......

It would be better to just faint from the fall.

Tired heart.

Destroy it...

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