[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The game continued.

Harry flew higher and higher, trying to use the height to expand his horizons. He was hovering rapidly over the court, slightly dizzy, but still trying to keep his eyes open to see the fleeting golden light in the rain.

"Harry flew too high," Tom said disapprovingly, holding up the telescope.

He looked at the electric light dancing in the thick and dark clouds and muttered: "Next time I will suggest them to build a lightning rod or something..."

But the next moment, Tom felt that he had said the wrong thing - a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, flew down with rumbling thunder, and hit Harry squarely!

The teachers and students in the stands stood up in surprise and watched Harry spinning and falling like a stone.

Fortunately, the protection spell on the team uniform took effect. Harry managed to hold on to the broom despite dizziness, pain and falling sensation. However, his beloved Nimbus 2000 seemed to have temporarily lost its magic power under the lightning strike, just like an ordinary broom. Same.

"No...no...please...old man..." Harry murmured, desperately falling down with his broomstick, and then suddenly fell under the influence of the curse one meter above the ground. Slowing down, the grass also turned into a soft ball, gently catching him.

Harry threw himself on the grass, ignoring his teammates who were swooping down. He was still shaking the lifeless broom in his hand: "Please... cheer up... you can do it... we can do it..."

"Harry!" The twins jumped off the broom and ran to him and asked, "How are you?"

The teammates scrambled to help Harry up, and Tom jumped over the stands and rushed down. He saw that Harry's hair was standing on end due to the electricity, and his face was turning blue.

"I'll take you to the hospital wing!" Tom said.

"No, no." Harry pushed his teammates away unsteadily and said firmly, "We don't have a substitute Seeker anymore. I can do it..."

As he spoke, the Nimbus 2000 in his hand moved slightly.

"Look!" Harry said in surprise, "It can work too! We can still fly - leave me alone, we can't lose to the Slytherin team!"

Wood gritted his teeth tightly, unable to say anything to continue the game, nor to say anything to make Harry give up.

Mrs. Huo Qi also rushed over.

"How's it going?" she asked anxiously, "Does it matter?"

"I'm fine," Harry said firmly, clutching his broom.

Wood's tears flowed down the rain, and he choked up and made a decision: "No, we won't compete."

"No! No! No!" Harry shouted, getting back on his broomstick, "Look, I'm fine! I can still fly! We can continue the game!"

He maneuvered his broom and made several low-altitude hovers, and it seemed that his condition was not affected.

Wood's face relaxed a little. He looked at the other teammates, then at Mrs. Hoqi, and said hesitantly: "Then -"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud bang, and the pillar supporting the stand next to Harry, who was turning and flying back, suddenly fell down, and the students on the stand screamed and staggered down. The smile on Harry's face had just solidified, and before he had time to express his doubts, the next moment he was crushed under the collapsed stands.

Tom's mind went blank for a moment.

"Hurry up and save people!" He roared, took out his wand and rushed over.

"Back-back!"

Dumbledore strode forward, waving his wand. While his magic gently pushed away the nearby students, it also wrapped around the remaining pillars like vines. The grass on the ground also grew wildly, covering the remaining pillars together. The stands are partially reinforced.

Everyone can see Dumbledore's anger, his silver beard is shining, there is no kind smile, no happy eyes behind the lenses, every wrinkle shows the master's cold anger, and the powerful magic pressure radiates out. It distorted the air, almost causing the surrounding temperature to rise.

Snape, who was following him, looked as pale as a dead man.

Dumbledore continued to wave his wand, and the broken wood and stone under the collapse transformed into large and small puppets under his will. He silently picked up the injured students beside him and placed them on the grass aside.

One after another the puppets stood up, and finally one came out mechanically holding Harry in his arms.

Snape took a step forward awkwardly and saw clearly that Harry was still alive, but one hand and one foot were bent awkwardly. Then he blinked violently several times and froze on the spot.

"Take care of the injured students." Dumbledore said to the professors who followed him. "I'm going to find the guy who smuggled in."

All the professors were very busy. Some were dealing with the injuries of seriously injured students on the spot, some were directing junior students to leave in an orderly manner, some were directing senior students to transform stretchers and take slightly injured students back to the castle, and Some took over the work of repairing the stands...

Harry lay between the arms of the puppet, reluctantly smiling at his friends who gathered around him: "It's okay, I'm very lucky - there were just a few pieces of wood to support it, but my arm was hit and my foot was crushed - Pomfrey Madam can cure me in the blink of an eye!”

"Invulnerable to fire and water!" Tom held up a small dry space for Harry. Although he didn't have much magic power left, he could still take care of Harry. Harry was injured, so he couldn't be left exposed to the rain.

"Don't worry!" Lockhart squeezed over in his beautiful green-gold robe. The rain-wet robe and face did not damage his beauty at all. "Lie down, Harry, I will treat you."

"Ah..." Harry's expression changed immediately, "Just leave it like this, thank you..."

"It's okay, it's a simple spell." Lockhart loudly explained to the students around him, with his signature smile, "I've used it countless times!"

Harry didn't feel okay at all, especially when he heard a familiar clicking sound coming from beside him.

"Don't take pictures!" Harry groaned in pain and turned his pleading eyes to Tom.

Professor Lockhart is very powerful... Tom's comforting words stopped on his lips. He looked at Lockhart, who was posing more handsomely for Colin's camera, and said, "Why don't we go to the campus hospital?" .”

"No need!" Lockhart casually pushed back his wet blond hair, revealing his smooth forehead.

"Back off, boys." Lockhart rolled up his sleeves and twirled his wand in a graceful slow-motion motion - seven

"Don't-" Harry said weakly, hiding in the arms of the silent wooden and stone puppet.

But these were all in vain - when Lockhart pointed his wand at Harry's injured arm, a strange, very uncomfortable feeling flowed from Harry's shoulder to his fingertips, as if there was something cold. The monster opened its mouth wide and sucked out his arm smoothly.

Harry closed his eyes in despair, especially after hearing Colin gasp and get even more excited to take the photo.

His arm really didn't hurt anymore - he couldn't feel his arm at all.

Tom cursed quickly. He watched helplessly as Harry's arm went from hanging awkwardly to a limp, lifeless strip of flesh - Lockhart didn't heal Harry's bones at all, he took them all away!

Tom felt like he was going to die. He knew that Professor Lockhart had been working hard to disguise himself as a straw bag for his so-called shelling plan, but when was this time! You actually make fun of this kind of thing...

"Ha," Lockhart said, showing a little bit of understatement, "Yes, that's right, sometimes things like this happen - it's very rare... Harry, you are really unlucky today. . But it’s okay, I promise it won’t happen again. No amount of bad luck can compete with my superb magic skills.”

He rolled up his sleeves again, lit Harry's injured leg with his wand and said, "Everyone, watch—"

"That's enough!" Tom reached out and pushed away Lockhart's wand, suppressing his anger and said, "I'll send Harry to the hospital wing."

He clearly saw a hint of displeasure toward him in Lockhart's eyes.

"Believe me," Lockhart said with a smile, his white teeth shining coldly, "there will be no problem this time."

"No need-" Tom still tried to stop him.

The curve of Lockhart's mouth remained unchanged, but the smile subtly faded.

His wand easily but resolutely bypassed Tom's obstruction and struck Harry's leg - a flower of blood bloomed, accompanied by Harry's heart-rending scream.

Countless proliferating bone spurs grew rapidly from the injured leg, and the splash of fine flesh and blood even landed on Tom's face, with a little body temperature.

Tom gritted his teeth and wiped his cheek roughly with the back of his trembling hand, looking at the unwavering smile on Professor Lockhart's face.

The handsome professor raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh! It seems like a curse has been reversed——"

"Ah, you two should accompany him to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey can - um - help with some trimming." He ordered in a friendly tone, looking at Tom with a smile.