The accident still happened.
Harry's blurred vision and strong desire to win made him rush towards the Golden Snitch next to Malfoy's ear without seeing the other Quaffle clearly.
"Careful! Harry!"
Fred is shouting.
With a bang, water splashed everywhere, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off the broom.
His arms were hanging there at a very strange angle.
Amid the bursts of severe pain, he heard many whistles and shouts, as if coming from far away. He looked closely and saw that Golden Snitch was firmly held in his uninjured hand.
"Aha,"
He said vaguely,
"We won."
Then, he fainted.
In the stands, the wizards were so frightened by this sudden turn of events that they held their breath.
Sean silently put down his wand. It seemed that Harry's luck was not very good.
"Harry!"
Hermione exclaimed and rushed down the stand together with the audience.
On the court, Sean could see Gryffindor Quidditch Team looking strange. Some people in the distance were cheering for victory, while some people nearby were flying toward Harry in panic.
When Sean walked to Quidditch Pitch, Lockhart had already surrounded Harry.
As soon as Sean saw Harry wake up, Lockhart revealed a row of Winky's shiny teeth.
So everyone heard Harry's voice trembling:
"Oh, no, I don't want you."
Harry groaned and said.
"I don't know what he's talking about."
Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindor students who gathered around anxiously,
"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just about to treat your arm."
"No!"
Harry said,
"Just leave it like this, thank you..."
He wanted to sit up, but his arm hurt too much.
"Lie down, Harry,"
Lockhart comforted him and said,
"It's a simple spell that I've used countless times."
"Why can't I just go to Hospital Wing?"
Harry gritted his teeth and said through his teeth.
"He really should go to the hospital."
Wood, who was covered in mud, said that even though his Seeker was injured, he still couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"That catch of yours is really amazing, Harry, it's so wonderful, I've never seen you do it so beautifully."
Harry looked through the many densely packed legs around him and saw Fred and George·Weasley brothers desperately trying to press the out-of-control Quaffle into the box.
Quaffle is still struggling fiercely.
"Stand back."
Lockhart said, rolling up his Jade green sleeves.
"Don't--don't--"
Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand.
Harry's bones are healed, or maybe they are gone.
In any case, Sean was far away, but Lockhart's spell was released very quickly, and Sean had no time to stop it.
When Harry's hand turned into a pitiful, lifeless thing, Sean inexplicably began to think about whether there was such a curse.
I quickly browsed through the <Standard Spells> series in my head, and finally Sean confirmed that it was created by Lockhart.
This discovery made Sean a little surprised.
"Chicken Claw Bone Removal Divine Curse?"
Justin I don't know why a sentence suddenly came out.
Sean glanced at him with an incomprehensible expression.
"Okay, Sean, if you're not worried, I think I have nothing to worry about..."
He blinked.
This sentence was almost meaningless, but Neville, who was shaking like a sieve at the side, stopped shaking.
Justin seemed to have glanced at Neville accidentally, and worry appeared in his eyes.
Lockhart didn't connect Harry's bones properly, he took them all out.
Sean Madam Pomfrey was very unhappy when they took Harry to the hospital.
"You should just come to me!"
she said angrily, holding up the limp thing that just half an hour ago had been a free-moving arm.
"I can reattach the bones in a second - but I have to make them grow back -"
"You can too, right?"
Harry asked very urgently.
"It will be very uncomfortable. If you drink it, it will be very uncomfortable to grow bones."
Madam Pomfrey held a large bottle in her hand with the label Skele-Gro on it. She poured a full cup under the curious eyes of everyone.
Harry took a sip, retched, and almost spit it out.
"Do you think it's Pumpkin Juice?"
Madam Pomfrey rolled his eyes at him.
As far as she knows, there is only one person who can drink something special from the hands of a certain Potions Master.
She looked at the little wizard who was holding an ancient book and reading it. A few words on the cover were revealed between his knuckles:
<Simple Introduction to Empty Rune>.
At this moment, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and the team members of Gryffindor Quidditch Team came to see Harry.
They were all covered in mud, like drowned rats.
"Harry, you fly great,"
George said,
"I just saw Marcus·Flint yelling at Malfoy, saying that Golden Snitch was right above his head and he couldn't see it. Malfoy didn't look very happy."
The team members brought cakes, candies and several bottles of Pumpkin Juice.
They gathered around Harry's bed and were about to have a happy party, but unexpectedly Madam Pomfrey rushed over with a roar:
"This kid needs rest. He has thirty-three bones to grow! Get out! Get out!"
She is like an eagle guarding its young,
"Of course, excluding you, dear Sean, today we are going to talk about those Potions that have been lacking recently..."
So, Harry and Sean were left in the ward.
Sean counted Potions and Madam Pomfrey for a while and then walked away happily:
"Don't change the taste of Potions without authorization, child. If you let them taste the sweetness, you may not know what the hospital will be like."
Sean I finally understand why most of Hospital Wing's Potions taste bad.
He looked into the curtain, Harry was tossing and turning, and the feeling of growing bones was not pleasant.
But what's interesting is that Harry and Skele-Gro Potions are related.
The ancestor of Potter family - Linfred of Stinchcombe invented many Potions, one of which became Skele-Gro after evolution.
Now, it happens to affect his descendants.
Speaking of which, if the magic of wizards is a kind of belief, then how to explain those strange magical bloodlines?
Sean was thinking and suddenly noticed a problem.
It seems that only the bloodline abilities of powerful wizards have been passed down, such as Phoenix affinity of Dumbledore bloodline, Parselmouth of Slytherin...
At least Sean has never heard of a bloodline like Slug Cavity, nor has Caterpillars had the ability to be friendly.
Logically speaking, magic is vast. If bloodline is really a kind of mutation and inheritance, then it is possible for some special bloodline to appear.
But in fact, these are all blank.
In other words, only the unique bloodline of great wizards will be passed down.
So, when wizards reach extremely high levels, what changes happen to them?