Alice's Travels

The Quidditch match is this Saturday morning.

Malfoy seemed eager to try these two days. After training for so long, he almost couldn't wait to get on the field to compete with the scarred savior.

Alice looked at him and wanted to say a word about arrogance and impetuosity to him, but she knew that it would be useless to say it - he would not listen to her, and she was too lazy to waste her energy.

Alice seldom talked to the diary afterward. When she felt that it could not help her at all and was a little dangerous, she subconsciously did not open it again, but locked it in her drawer.

Harry has also been busy preparing for Quidditch recently, and Alice seems to have not seen him for a long time.When she went to the library, she occasionally ran into Hermione and Ron. Ron didn't give her a cold face, but often frowned. Hearing from Hermione, it might be because his sister Ginny has been in a bad mood recently. He is always a little worried.

Alice habitually opened his mouth to comfort, and Ron pursed his lips and said, "I don't know what's wrong with her, I don't ask her, she looks like the sky is falling-I really don't know what's going on in her mind." What are you thinking?"

"Maybe I just don't want to tell you," said Hermione, keeping her eyes on the parchment while she was writing her homework.

Ron's eyes widened and he hummed, "That's too much - I'm so worried about her."

"It won't be a big deal," Alice smiled at Ron, "Anyway, your brother has been thinking about her so much."

"That's true." Ron raised the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I'm done," said Hermione, putting down her pen. "I'm going to see Harry now, Ron - stay here with Alice."

"Oh, come on—" Ron whispered, "I want to see Harry too, but I haven't finished my Charms homework—"

"Let Alice help you, it's too late - I'm leaving." Hermione quickly packed up her textbooks and strode out.

"Then you can only help me." Ron said to Alice with a bitter face.

"Don't look so disgusted with me," Alice said, "Let's say first, you can't just copy your homework."

"Look, that's it—" Ron muttered under his breath, "you're tougher than Hermione—my visit to Harry is going to be delayed again."

Alice looked at Ron helplessly, "Don't complain, you should write the homework yourself, it's really for your own good."

"Yeah, ok, ok - I know," said Ron, covering his ears. "Hurry up, or we won't have time to see Harry!"

"Are they training hard recently?" Alice asked.

Ron gave her a slightly wary look, "Are you trying to inquire about information?"

Alice was amused by Ron's small eyes. She tried to lower the corner of her mouth to keep the laughter from overflowing from her throat, and then whispered, "Who should I inquire for?"

"Malfoy——" Ron gave her a blank look, "haven't you been practicing with him? You know, because of your temporary betrayal, Harry spent a lot of time in training, and even Hermione also because of your temporary betrayal." Worried about Harry—I spent a lot of time helping them study tactics and improve their skills!"

"Don't put such a big hat on my head," Alice said with a suppressed smile, "how can I be considered a betrayal?"

"Hmph! What else do you have to understand?" Ron snorted coldly.

Alice pursed her lips and suppressed her laughter, and said after a pause, "Then if Slytherin wins by then, don't you plan to talk to me?"

"At least a week—" Ron snapped out a finger, and suddenly realized, "Wait, no! Slytherin can't win—it must be Gryffindor!"

His last sentence was a bit loud, causing the library librarian, Ms. Pince, to rush over quickly—she was a thin woman with a bad temper, and said angrily, "If you make it louder, you'll get out of here." go out!"

Ron blushed and shut his mouth immediately, and Alice's eyes curled up with a smile.

It was a hot and humid day for the Quidditch match, and there was a dull rumble of thunder high in the sky.

Alice arrived early this time, and just before eleven o'clock, Malfoy looked back at her as he was about to enter the dressing room - giving her a hard stare before stepping in one last time.

Alice: "..."

She was a little puzzled and didn't understand what he meant.It wasn't until later that she saw Ron and Hermione rushing to the front of the dressing room to stop Harry and wish him good luck, that she realized that Malfoy might wish to wish him a blessing - after all, they were training together For a long time—a kind of revolutionary friendship?

That's okay, Alice thought to herself, does this mean that the little counselor treats her as a friend?

The game started soon, unfortunately - the sky also started to rain.

The rain gradually changed from sparse filaments to big drops, and Alice cast a waterproof spell on herself, watching the field—the Slytherin team had already taken the lead, sixty to zero.

Hermione and Ron sat on the other side of the stands, staring nervously at Harry's figure.Apparently the Slytherins' new broomsticks were doing their job - they were flying too fast, and the rain was doing something to Harry - the rain was hitting his glasses and affecting his vision.

"Oh, look, that Bludger—" Hermione, who had been watching Harry intently, immediately spotted the Bludger that had been chasing after him, no matter how hard Harry tried to dodge it. To no avail, the Bludger flew towards him as if attracted by a magnet, as if trying to knock him out of the air.

"Someone's tampered with it!" screamed Hermione, after Harry sped away in front of it once more.

"I guess it must be Malfoy!" Ron said firmly, "Look at him!"

Now on the court, Malfoy was laughing at Harry, who was being driven into hiding by the Bludgers, and laughed and said, "Are you practicing ballet, Potter?"

Alice also noticed that there was something wrong with the Bludger, someone must have done it, she watched Malfoy talking to Harry from high in the air, with a smug sneer on her face-could it be him?

She wasn't quite sure, but what was certain was that Malfoy would soon pay for his inattention and complacency - the Snitch was now obliquely behind him, Harry had clearly spotted it, and he hadn't noticed it yet. look.

Harry didn't act rashly for a while, he was suspended in mid-air, the rain was splashing on his face and glasses.At this moment the Bludger was approaching again, hitting him frantically, Harry didn't dare to speed up and fly towards Malfoy immediately, for fear that he would look up and see the Snitch - at this moment, Harry didn't dodge The Bludger hit, it hit his elbow so hard - and Harry felt a searing pain - and he thought his arm must be broken.

In the stands, Hermione let out a scream. She turned pale and almost immediately stood up and rushed to the front, her eyes fixed on Harry's figure.

Enduring the piercing pain, Harry rushed towards Malfoy with the impact of the Bludger in the next second. Under the hazy rain curtain, Malfoy opened his eyes wide in horror and saw Harry flying straight towards him, he immediately turned Dodging Harry's broom and shouting, "What are you—"

Then his voice stopped, as he saw Harry grab the Snitch with his good hand right where he had stopped - and fall straight down with his legs on the broom.

Malfoy's face turned pale, and he looked straight at the brown-haired figure in the stands from a long distance through the rain curtain—the eyes seemed to meet in the air for a second, and he turned his face away immediately.

Alice pursed her lips and gave Malfoy a look. Slytherin had lost, and he was obviously upset.But who made that Bludger?Why is there always someone trying to do something to Harry?Could it be Voldemort again?

Hermione and Ron rushed towards the arena when Harry fell from mid-air, they ignored the cheers around them, and ran quickly under the splashing rain—Hermione ran ahead early in the morning, Ron followed closely behind.

Harry had passed out, and when he awoke he found himself in Hermione's arms, his head resting on her, his body still lying on the playing field, his arms sagging in a contorted way. There were bursts of severe pain in his body, "Ahh!" He unconsciously cried out in pain.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione looked at him worriedly.

"Harry, you're just brilliant, we've won Slytherin again!" said Ron excitedly, and then glanced at his arm, "Oh, but your arm - I think we'll have to -"

Just then, a handsome face approached Harry - it was Lockhart, who also pushed his way through the crowd.

Lockhart bent down to Harry with a bright smile and said, "Don't worry, Harry, I'm just coming over to fix your arm."

Hermione gave a grateful smile, and Harry said hastily, "No! Just let it be, thank you..."

"Oh, don't be embarrassed, Harry." Lockhart stood up and said loudly to the anxious Gryffindor students who came around, "Don't worry, everyone, I'm going to fix Harry's arm—oh, Lie down, Harry, a simple spell will do -"

"No, you don't—" Harry moaned.

Yet Lockhart had drawn his wand - and then a strange, uncomfortable feeling flashed from Harry's shoulder to the tips of his fingers, and Harry found that his arm wasn't hurting anymore, but it was like the whole It was as if all his arms had been sucked out, and then he lowered his head——

Seeing that his arm has completely turned into a thick rubber tube-like thing, and he is completely unconscious.

"Ha," said Lockhart, "it happens sometimes, but don't worry, Harry, the bones are joined, that's what counts - you can stroll to the hospital, and of course Granger Miss and Mr Weasley, can you accompany him? Madam Pomfrey can - oh - fix it up."

Alice just heard Lockhart's words when she walked over, and the corner of her mouth twitched, and she saw Harry's miserable appearance now - his whole face was wrinkled, and one arm was drooping like a soft noodle.

Hermione frowned but said nothing, she bit her lip and looked from Lockhart to Harry.Ron glared at Lockhart angrily.