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He wondered why Hermione wasn't too angry when he and Ron had deducted all the House's points!

The real revenge came so late, so late that he had almost forgotten about it.

Harry told Ron his reasoning.

Ron, his face contorted with grief and indignation, angrily exclaimed, "How could she go so far! No way! I'm going to confront her!"

Having said that, he stood up and was about to take action.

"Aren't you afraid she'll drug you again and keep you in this state forever?" Harry's voice rang out softly.

Ron paused, sat back down on the sofa, and said stubbornly.

"Forget it, a good man doesn't argue with a woman."

…………

The two reverted to their original state that evening, meaning Hermione's 'gender-changing potion' lasted for a day.

This made Harry very happy, because the Quidditch match was just a few days away.

He felt uncomfortable riding his flying broomstick because something was missing from his body.

A few days later, at the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Because Slytherin's equipment was completely upgraded, they had an advantage when chasing the Quaffle.

They quickly took the lead with a score of 90.

At this point, Gryffindor only had 30 points.

At that moment, a ball that was near Harry suddenly came flying at him.

Harry quickly dodged away when he saw it.

Wood, who was passing by, reminded Harry to be careful, but he himself didn't pay attention.

The broom handle was shattered by the returning ball and fell from the air.

Harry didn't care whether Wood was injured, because the ball was chasing him at an extremely fast speed.

Harry dodged around the field, but the ball kept coming after him.

From the audience, Hagrid saw Harry's perilous situation through his binoculars.

"Harry is being chased by an out-of-control bouncing ball!"

Zicomo watched from the sidelines, speechless for a moment.

They're not blind; that huge ball was hurtling around, making so many holes in the stands—everyone could see it clearly.

Moreover, he knew that it was the Malfoys' house-elf who was behind it.

The professors on the faculty table hadn't noticed anything amiss even after the ball had chased Harry for several minutes.

Zicomo couldn’t help but wonder if this had happened frequently before.

If so, hasn't anyone thought of changing the material of the swimming ball?

This thing is a solid iron ball; if it hits a person, it will at least cause a bone fracture.

If he were to hit his forehead, he might have to start his life all over again.

"Cousin, please help Harry!"

Hermione tugged at Zicomo's sleeve, and said with some concern.

It wasn't that she didn't want to do it herself, but Harry and the bouncing ball were moving too fast, and she was afraid of accidentally hurting Harry.

Zicomo pulled out his wand, determined to solve the problem once and for all.

He locked onto the ball with his mental energy and shattered it with a single 'Four Pieces' attack.

Harry glanced gratefully at the audience after seeing this.

Just then, Draco flew past Harry on his broomstick and taunted him.

"Your performance just now was wonderful, were you dancing ballet?"

Harry looked at Draco, or more precisely, at the Golden Snitch behind him.

He dashed towards Draco, who instinctively dodged, thinking Harry was trying to crash into him.

After dodging, he discovered that Harry flew straight behind him.

He looked back and also spotted the Quake ball.

Draco quickly gave chase, and a new round of pursuit ensued with Harry.

The two chased each other until they entered a blind spot for the audience.

The Quidditch arena is oval-shaped, with a sunken area at the edge of the oval where many wooden frames are erected, creating a very complex environment.

Just as Harry was about to catch up with the Golden Snitch and reach out to grab it.

A ball flew out of nowhere and slammed into Harry's arm.

That's right, there are two wandering balls in this stupid game.

Zicomo, who had absolutely no interest in Quidditch, was completely unaware of this.

Harry endured the pain of his broken hand and used his other hand to steady himself so he wouldn't fall off the flying broom.

Draco couldn't help but laugh when he saw Harry's miserable state.

As a result, his joy turned to sorrow when the broom handle head hit a crossbeam in front of him.

The broom used the point of impact as a fulcrum to pry Draco away.

Just a second ago, Draco was relieved that the place was low to the ground, and he would at most fall and not get hurt.

The next second, he fell to the ground in a split, sliding forward two meters.

Moreover, it was a split with both legs spread out to the sides.

Malfoy is now the only son left in his generation. I hope Draco is alright.

Otherwise, Lucius would have to take up arms and start creating new humans.

Meanwhile, after Harry emerged from the blind spot, Zicomo noticed that his right hand was pressed against his chest and remained motionless.

Looking at the wandering ball chasing Harry behind him, Zicomo was full of questions. Where did this thing come from?

Despite his thoughts, he didn't stop what he was doing.

Smash the ball that was chasing Harry as well.

Harry successfully caught the Golden Snitch with one hand.

As a result, because he had no hands to control the broom, he fell off the broom.

Fortunately, he was luckier than Draco; he landed on the cushioned sand.

When the match ended, everyone went down to check on Harry's injuries.

(Wood and Draco: Is nobody going to care about us?)

Lockhart was the fastest runner among them.

Zicomo, meanwhile, calmly led the way, holding Lani's hand as they walked at the back.

Anyway, he knew the child wouldn't die, and he hated the atmosphere of a group of people huddled together.

By the time Zicomo arrived, Harry's hand had already been successfully turned into a boneless chicken claw by Lockhart.

“It’s obvious your bones aren’t broken,” Lockhart joked, thinking he was being humorous.

However, it was clear that Hagrid didn't get his joke.

He said angrily from the side, "Yes, there's not a single bone left, of course it won't break!"

As he was saying this, he wanted to teach Lockhart a lesson, but luckily Ron stopped him.

"Hagrid, the most important thing is to get Harry to the school infirmary first."

Upon hearing this, Hagrid picked up Harry and hurried towards the school infirmary, with everyone else following behind.

…………

"You should have come directly to me. Setting bones is much easier than letting them grow back."

In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey was nagging as she forced Harry to drink 'Bone Spirit'.

Harry endured the strange taste and swallowed the potion in his mouth.

How long will it take for me to get better?

"You'll be better tomorrow, but you might be in excruciating pain tonight."

Madam Pomfrey's eyes were full of pity, which made Harry feel uneasy.

There was a crowd surrounding Harry, and Zicomo was too lazy to push his way through.

He went to another bed, where Draco was lying.

When Zicomo approached, his two henchmen tried to chase him away, but Draco quickly stopped them.

Looking at Lani behind Zicomo, he figured if he had been any later, those two henchmen would have been gone.