My Hogwarts Day

Hogwarts, Quidditch venue, heavy rain.

The two sides of the game are Gryffindor and Slytherin, and the score is now 60:0.

"Ballet practice, Potter?" Malfoy yelled, as Harry had to dodge the Bludgers and had to spin stupidly through the air, and Richard would have agreed with Malfoy's words if he could have heard them.

Harry sped away, the Bludger in hot pursuit, only a few feet away from him.

He was staring back at Malfoy hatefully, and that's when he saw, saw the Snitch, hovering just inches above Malfoy's left ear, and Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see-it.

For that unbearable moment, Harry hung in mid-air, not daring to accelerate towards Malfoy for fear that he might look up and see the Snitch. beep ! he paused a little too long

The Bludger finally hit him, hitting his elbow so hard that Harry felt his arm snap. .

A searing pain made him feel a little dizzy, and he slid sideways on the rain-soaked broom, the knee of one leg was still hooked to the broom, and his right hand was dangling unconsciously beside his body.

It must have hurt a lot, Ronald and Hermione became nervous after seeing this scene.

And Gryffindor's cheering sound has also weakened a lot at this moment. The score was already quite disparate. Now their ace player Seeker Harry seems to have broken his arm again. Most people have no hope for this game.

Even students from Hufflepuff had already started to leave. It was raining so much that they wanted to see Gryffindor beat Slytherin. Now it seemed that Gryffindor had basically no hope, so what were they doing here in the rain?

At this moment, Harry in the air also moved. Enduring the severe pain in his heart, he rushed towards the shiny face below who was sneering.

Malfoy thought Harry was about to bump into him, and quickly moved away from him.

"What's wrong with you? Scarhead." Malfoy said angrily.

At that moment Harry's uninjured hand let go of the broom and reached out to grab it hard.

He felt his fingers take hold of the cold Snitch, but with only his legs now holding the broom, he was plummeting straight to the ground, trying not to faint, when he heard the crowd below There was an exclamation in the middle.

And now Mrs. Hooch hastily blew the final whistle.

The two teams who were still in the air turned their attention to Mrs. Hooch when they heard the whistle.

Mrs. Hooch quickly came to Harry's side, held him in her arms, and took the Snitch out of Harry's hand.

"Harry Potter caught the Snitch, Gryffindor wins!"

At this time, the audience burst into cheers once, the sound was so loud that even Richard, who was pulled by Hermione and Ronald, had tinnitus.

When the three of Richard ran to Harry's side, the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team all came to Harry's side.

At this time, Harry was also inspired by the team's winning spirit.

When everyone was concerned about Harry, a funny voice suddenly sounded.

"Give it up, let it go, let me take a look, I have treated this injury many times, let me treat Harry."

Hearing Lockhart's voice, Harry's face instantly turned pale, and when he was about to struggle to say something, he was suppressed by a pair of ruthless hands.

It was Professor Snape who wandered over without knowing when.

"I think I should go to the hospital," Harry said to Snape desperately.

"Since Professor Harold has experience, let him try it." Snape ignored Harry's resistance and handed him over to Professor Harold directly.

"Stand back," Lockhart said, rolling up the sleeves of his emerald green suit.

"Don't, don't," Harry said weakly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But Professor Lockhart has raised his butcher's knife, no, his wand high.

After a moment, he aimed his wand at Harry's arm.

"Forearm recovery."

Is this a magic spell? Richard wondered why he had never heard of it.

But Lockhart's wand actually reacted, and a blue light flew to Harry's arm in an instant.

At this moment a strange, very uncomfortable feeling went from Harry's shoulder to the tip of his finger like lightning.

It was as if his arm was being sucked out, he didn't dare to look at what was going on, closed his eyes, turned his face to the side, and a tear slipped down from the corner of his eye lonely.

Then Harry heard the gasps of the people around him, and Colin Creevey was busy taking pictures like crazy.

He knew it was over, he was completely over.

But Harry actually felt that his arm didn't hurt anymore, to be precise, he couldn't feel his arm at all.

"Ha," said Lohar, "yes, yes, it happens sometimes. But the point is, you don't hurt anymore."

As he spoke, Lockhart tried to bend Harry's arm, but in the end, Harry's arm seemed to have no bones, and it was bent 180 degrees in an instant, with the back of his hand tightly attached to his arm.

"Well, you see obviously not a single bone can be broken."

"Indeed, how can the bones be broken without bones?" Richard answered directly.

Lockhart didn't dare to say anything when he saw Richard, but he still spoke in a voice that only he and Harry could hear.

"You see how flexible it is. It may be more useful if you exercise."

Hagrid couldn't stand it anymore, he carried Harry on his shoulders and walked to the school infirmary.

And Richard and the Gryffindor Quidditch players quickly followed.

"You should come straight to me!"

Madam Pomfrey said angrily.

Then he took up the poor, lifeless thing which, only half an hour ago, had been a free arm. "I could have put bones together in a second

But let them grow back. "

"You will too, won't you?" Harry asked urgently.

"Of course I would, but it's going to hurt. And you're going to have to spend the night from here now." Madam Pomfrey said sternly, throwing Harry a set of pajamas.

On the hospital bed not far from Harry, Malfoy was also lying on it, screaming non-stop.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, you are not injured at all, if there is nothing else, you can go quickly."

Madam Pomfrey seemed to have heard enough of Malfoy's wailing, and said directly.

"And you." She turned and said to the people who brought Harry here, "You can also go out first, this place needs to be quiet now."

Seeing Madam Pomfrey becoming more irritable, Richard and the wizards of Gryffindor hurriedly left the infirmary.

"What do you want now?" Hermione asked Richard.

0 Seeking flowers……………

"Now, Eun, there should be nothing wrong. What's wrong?"

"Would you like to go with me to see the compound potion we made." Although Hermione was confident that the potion she made would be fine, the raw materials were difficult after all, and Richard had made it before, so let him have a look to avoid What is the problem.

And Richard also knew Hermione's purpose, so he agreed.

Then Hermione and Ronald took Richard to a girls' bathroom with a malfunction sign on the door.

After Richard went inside, he saw a row of peeling stone pools under a large stained and cracked mirror. The floor was wet, and a few candle stubs were burning low on the brackets, emitting a dim light, which made the floor dark and eerie. The wooden doors of individual rooms were peeling and scratched; one door was hanging precariously from its hinges.

"You guys make potions here?" Richard exclaimed. If Snape saw him, he would definitely praise you.

"Stop talking nonsense there, come and see our potions." Hermione urged, ignoring Richard's teasing.

0...

Seeing that his bad joke didn't work at all, Richard didn't say any more, and walked to the cauldron where Hermione made potions and looked inside.

When Richard was seriously looking at the liquid in the cauldron, a female ghost with straight and long hair and thick glasses floated out at some point

"Hi, hello, what are you doing? Do you want to come to my private room and have a chat."

The ghost suddenly said to Richard.

"Huh?" Richard was taken aback by the sudden invitation.

"Okay, Myrtle, we still have something to do, you go back first." Hermione rejected Myrtle's invitation very protectively for Richard.

"Sure enough, you all hate me and despise me. Even if I let you use my bathroom, you still do." Myrtle became emotional when she said that.

"I have no joy in my life here, only sorrow, and now that I am dead, people will not let me go!"

"Even Peeves tortured me, I..." With a sob of grief, Myrtle rose into the air, turned around, and fell headfirst into the toilet, splashing water everywhere, and then It's gone. But from the sound of her muffled sobbing, she was hiding somewhere in the toilet seat.

Richard was stunned when he saw this scene. It turned out that it could still be like this. If it wasn’t for the big splash, could he give a high score? Would you like to talk to Myrtle and let her improve, maybe I can participate in a diving competition what.

"Okay, leave her alone, you can continue with the potions," Hermione said.

"Yeah, leave me alone, I'm just a damn ghost, I deserve to live in the toilet." Myrtle's voice came from the toilet.

Richard ignored it and continued to look at Hermione's potion. I have to say that Hermione's talent is really good. In this kind of place, relying on cheated forbidden books and stolen ingredients, the compound potion has been completed very well. up.

"There's nothing wrong with it. We just need to find some portable things that we want to transform into and put them in."

Hearing Richard's words, Hermione also breathed a sigh of relief, after spending so much experience and time, it was finally not wasted.

After finishing the potion, the three of them left the bathroom. .