Bone-mending Becomes Bone-removing

"Luo Bin, what are you looking at?"

Hermione followed Luo Bin's gaze toward the stands. The match was over, and the rain was pouring down. The stands were completely empty—not a soul was there!

"Don't tell me Dobby's back after breaking his promise?"

When Ron heard that Dobby had cast another spell to hurt Harry right after swearing his oath, he nearly exploded with rage. He regretted not climbing to the top of the wall. If he had, he would have beaten that house-elf senseless!

"No, nothing. Come on, let's go. I think I heard Harry groaning, and it didn't sound quite right!"

Of course it didn't sound right. Apart from showing off, Lockhart couldn't do anything. He had held down Harry's right arm, pressed his wand against the elbow, and loudly recited a spell. The result... bone-mending had become bone-removing.

Harry's arm now hung limply at his side, as soft and stretchy as rubber, with no feeling in it at all.

"Harry, what happened to your arm?"

The three of them had barely squeezed through the crowd when they spotted the "rubber glove." Ron asked the question with his mouth hanging wide open.

"You'll have to ask Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!"

Wood had always treated Harry like a younger brother. His brows knitted as he gave a certain someone a displeased look.

Lockhart rubbed the tip of his nose. "Er, yes, this does happen sometimes. But remember, the bones only disappeared after I'd mended them. My spell was a success. Mr. Sear, Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley, take Harry to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey will know how to regrow his bones."

"Oh, heavens! I completely forgot I still have two thousand replies to write. The Quidditch match must have been far too exciting. That must be it... Goodbye, children.