It's the Golden Snitch!
Harry quickly turned his broom and flew towards the golden light, but——
"Boom——"
As Harry chased the Snitch, the Bludger finally hit him, hitting his elbow so hard that Harry felt his arm snap.
A burst of burning pain made Harry feel dizzy. He slid to one side on the rain-soaked broomstick. The knee of one leg was still hooked on the broom, and his right hand hung unconsciously beside his body.
The Bludger struck him a second time, this time aiming for his face.
Harry suddenly deviated from the original direction, and only one thought firmly occupied his already dull mind:
Catch the golden snitch!
Harry's good hand let go of the broom and reached out to grab it hard -
He felt his fingers wrap around the cold Snitch, but since he was now holding the broom between only two legs, he fell straight to the ground, trying not to pass out, when he heard the crowd below. There was an exclamation.
There was a splash, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off the broom.
His arms were hanging there at a very strange angle. Amidst the bursts of severe pain, he heard many whistles and shouts, as if coming from far away. He took a closer look and saw that the Golden Snitch was firmly grasped in his uninjured hand.
"Aha——!" Harry shouted excitedly, but the rain quickly choked his throat, "We won! We won!"
Then he lay heavily on the field, with rain pouring on his face.
But the Bludger obviously had no intention of letting Harry go, and instead fell heavily from above Harry's head——
Then Harry dodged it again, and the Bludger hit the dirt between Harry's legs hard, making a big crater.
Harry felt a chill in his crotch.
I saw the Bludger flying up into the air again, and then slamming down again——
Only this time it didn't fall, because Tiera arrived in time.
But Tiera did not pull out the wand, but threw up the black "diary" in her hand——
The "diary" was suspended in mid-air and automatically turned to a certain page——
Five huge Chinese characters appeared in the book, and the five Chinese characters connected into a piece of destructive lightning, pouring out from the book and striking at the Bludger——
At that moment, the lightning seemed to illuminate the entire sports field——
For a moment——
For a moment, Harry saw a strange and ferocious greed on Lockhart's face as he ran towards them——
Then Harry saw a row of gleaming teeth—
Lockhart had knelt down next to Harry and pulled out his wand——
"Oh! No, no, don't want you." Harry groaned and looked at Tiera in despair——
"He has no idea what he's talking about," Lockhart said loudly, as a circle of anxious Gryffindors gathered around Harry.
"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just about to fix your arm." Lockhart pressed his wand against Harry's broken arm.
"No!" Harry shouted, "Just leave it like this, thank you..."
He wanted to sit up, and he saw Tiera running towards him, but was blocked by the Gryffindor wall——
Harry saw the panic expression on Tiera's pale face——
Harry was desperate——
He seemed to understand a little bit what the second half of the prophecy meant.
Lockhart twirled his wand, and a second later he aimed it at Harry's arm.
A strange, deeply uncomfortable feeling ran like lightning from Harry's shoulders to the tips of his fingers.
It was as if his arms were being drained. He didn't dare to see what was going on, so he closed his eyes and turned his face to one side.
But when people around him gasped and Colin Creevey was busy taking photos again, he found that his worst fears had become a reality. His arm doesn't hurt anymore -
But it felt like he couldn't feel his arms at all!
What protruded from Harry's sleeve looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried moving his fingers, but there was no response.
Lockhart failed to connect Harry's bones. He removed all the bones.
"I also saw - your right hand, as soft as rubber -"
The second half of Tiera's prophecy sounded in everyone's hearts at the same time.
Everyone present looked at Tiera. They were so shocked by this accurate prophecy that they forgot to blame Lockhart.
Harry was carried into the campus hospital by Tiera and Ron.
But it was obvious that Madam Pomfrey was unhappy to see Harry like this.
"You should have come to me directly!" she said angrily, lifting up the poor, lifeless thing which, only half an hour ago, had been a fully mobile arm.
I can reattach the bones in a second, but I have to make them grow back—"
"You can too, right?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Of course I will, but it will be very painful." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to stay here for the night -"
Harry closed the curtains around the hospital bed, and Tiera and Ron helped him change into his pajamas. They also wiped the rain and mud off his body and hair.
Hermione had to wait outside.
It took them a while to get the rubbery, boneless arm into the sleeve.
After getting dressed, Madam Pomfrey walked around the curtain.
Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle labeled "Boneling".
"It's been a tough night," she said, pouring out a steaming mug and handing it to Harry. "Growing bones is hard."
Drinking the Bone Spirit is uncomfortable enough. It burned in Harry's mouth and down his throat, causing Harry to cough and spit.
Tiera quickly picked up the water glass on the bedside table and fed Harry some water.
Madam Pomfrey withdrew, still smacking her lips and complaining that the sport was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent.
After Madam Pomfrey left, Gryffindor teammates walked in noisily.
Most of the teammates have washed up, and they brought cakes, candies, a few bottles of pumpkin juice, and a gold galleons for each person——
After these teammates put down their things to visit, they began to crowd around Tiela to apply, hoping that Tiela would also make a prophecy for them.
Obviously, Harry's accident on the court and Gilderoy Lockhart's poor healing spell made Tiera's prophet's reputation once again spread throughout Gryffindor House, and even to many other houses. The student followed behind with gold galleons to find Tiera to prophesy——
"Give us another prophecy, Tiera!" said a tall and lanky Hufflepuff boy, "Anything will do!"
"Okay-" Tiera shrugged and said with a smile, "If you don't keep quiet-"
Tiera deliberately prolonged her voice:
"We will be kicked out by Madam Pomfrey soon—"
"What are you doing!?" Before Tiera could finish her words, Madam Pomfrey ran out of the dispensing room next to her waving a stirring stick, "Get out of here! Get out of here! The patients need to be quiet. Rest!"
As a result, Harry was left alone in the ward, with nothing to distract him. He only felt the pain in his limp arms like a knife.
