HP Star Shining

Harry endured the severe pain and flew towards Malfoy quickly, as if he was going to knock him down.

"What are you doing!" Draco quickly dodged to the side.

Harry grabbed with his good hand, feeling the cold Golden Snitch in his hand, and forced himself not to faint.

Since he was only holding the broom with his two feet, he fell straight down.

Su Xingchen stood up in shock, immediately took out his wand and cast a levitation spell to stabilize Harry's falling body and slowly put him on the ground.

After Harry landed, Su Xingchen rubbed his wrist. He had only lifted feathers before, and the heaviest was a wooden stick. It was very strenuous to suddenly lift a person.

Later she learned that the surface of the Quidditch pitch was also cursed so that people who fell on it would not be broken into pieces.

Su Xingchen said that it was normal for her not to know whether it was mentioned in the movie or not.

Cheers came from all around. Harry, lying in the mud, struggled to open his eyes and mumbled, "We won."

Then he fainted magnificently.

The rain poured down on his face, and he quickly woke up and found himself still on the training ground.

He saw a row of gleaming teeth.

"No, not you," Harry moaned.

"I don't know what he's talking about." Lockhart said loudly to the Gryffindors who had gathered. "Don't worry, Harry, I'll heal you in no time."

"No, I'll leave it as it is, thank you."

Harry tried to sit up, but his arm was so painful, and then he heard a familiar snapping sound next to him, and suddenly his head started to hurt.

"I don't want a picture like this, Colin."

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart soothed. "Don't worry, it's a simple spell. I've used it countless times."

"Why can't we just go to the hospital?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"He really should go to the hospital." Wood came over covered in mud. Although his seeker was seriously injured, it still couldn't stop the bright smile on his face.

"That was a superb catch, Harry. It was brilliant. I've never seen you do it so well before."

Harry peered through the tangle of legs around him to see George and Fred desperately trying to stuff the mad Bludger into the trunk.

"All right, stand back," said Lockhart, rolling up his emerald green sleeves.

"Don't... don't..." Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand, and the next second, it was aimed at his arm.

A strange, awful feeling shot through his shoulders like lightning to his fingertips, as if the air in his arm had been drained away.

He didn't dare to look at what was happening, so he closed his eyes and turned his face to the side.

Su Xingchen, who rushed over, knew the consequences of Harry being treated by Lockhart and originally planned to stop him, but when he thought that he would hear some news from the elf Dobby while recuperating in the hospital, he put his raised foot down again.

I looked at Harry with sympathy and said, "Good luck to you, kid."

When he heard the people around him gasp and Colin Creevey started taking pictures frantically again, Harry couldn't help but worry that his worst fear had happened.

The arm certainly didn't hurt anymore, but it didn't feel like an arm anymore!

"Aha..." Lockhart hesitated. "Yes, sometimes accidents happen. The point is... the bones are already set. It doesn't hurt at all, right, Harry?"

Su Xingchen finally pushed his way through the crowd and walked forward, staring with a complicated expression at the "arm" that looked like a flesh-colored rubber glove.

Noticing Su Xingchen's strange expression, Harry wanted to stand up, but felt his body strangely tilted to one side. He took a deep breath and looked down at his injured arm.

The sight before him made him dizzy and he almost fell down again.

He tried to move his fingers, but there was no response.

Lockhart hadn't reattached his bones, he'd ripped his bones out!

"Okay, Harry, let's just stroll to the hospital. Ah... Mr. Weasley, Miss Sue, Miss Granger, maybe the three of you could go with him? Madam Pomfrey... should be able to give you some rest." Lockhart said, clapping his palms.

At the hospital, Madam Pomfrey was unhappy.

"You should have come directly to me!" she said angrily, holding up the pitiful, lifeless "rubber glove".

That "thing" had been an arm half an hour earlier.

"I can put bones back together in a second, but to make them grow back..."

"You can do it too, right?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Of course I will, but it will hurt." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "It seems you will have to spend the night here tonight."

Ron pulled the curtain of the bed and helped Harry change into pajamas. Su Xingchen and Hermione were waiting outside the curtain.

Ron took considerable effort to get Harry's boneless arm into the cuff.

"Are you still going to protect Lockhart now, eh, Hermione?" Ron struggled to pull Harry's limp fingers out of his sleeve and shouted across the curtain. "If Harry wanted the bone taken away, he would have said so himself."

"Everyone makes mistakes. And your arm doesn't hurt anymore, does it, Harry?"

Su Xingchen glanced at Hermione speechlessly. The star-chasing girl's train of thought was indeed different from others.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Harry was very depressed. "But it can't do anything now."

Harry swung his legs and sat on the bed. He could only use his strength, and his arms swayed weakly with his movements.

Madam Pomfrey came over with a large bottle in her hand, with the words "Bone Spirit" labeled on it.

"This night is going to be tough." She pulled open the bed curtains, poured out a large cup of what looked like a steaming, thick green liquid, and handed it to Harry. "Growing bones is a very uncomfortable thing."

Just drinking the raw bone spirit is uncomfortable enough.

Harry felt a burning sensation in his mouth that traveled down his throat, causing him to cough up his lungs.

Madam Pomfrey retreated, muttering as she walked, complaining that Quidditch was too dangerous.

Su Xingchen deeply agreed.

Ron, who was beside the bed, fed Harry a few sips of water and calmed him down. "But we won," he said with an excited smile. "Thanks to you for catching the Golden Snitch. You should have seen the expression on Malfoy's face. It was amazing!"

"I wonder what he's learned about that Bludger." Hermione looked furious.

Su Xingchen originally wanted to say that Draco didn't have that much ability, but looking at Harry lying on the hospital bed and thinking about the consequences, he finally gave up.

Forget it, let’s just leave it at that.

Harry noticed that Su Xingchen seemed to be hesitant to speak, and of course he guessed what she wanted to say, but in the end she said nothing, which was really a happy thing.

He leaned back against the pillows. "We can put that question on the list and ask him after we've had our Polyjuice Potion. I hope it tastes better than this..."

Speaking of this, Su Xingchen immediately thought of Harry's painful expression just now.

Well, she came to a superficial conclusion: the wizard's soups and potions were all extremely unpalatable!

Come to think of it, even cold medicine tastes so bad, let alone other complicated medicines.

At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

The Gryffindor team members came to see Harry. They were all covered in mud and looked like drowned rats. They surrounded Harry and chattered non-stop, as if they were planning to hold a celebration here.

Soon Madam Pomfrey burst in roaring, "The child needs to rest. He has thirty-three bones to regrow! Get out. Get out."

As a result, Ron, Hermione and Su Xingchen were all kicked out of the ward by Madam Pomfrey.

Before leaving, Su Xingchen stuffed a few fruit candies under Harry's pillow and said, "If the pain is unbearable, eat one and you will feel better."

Su Xingchen has a deep understanding of using candy to coax children.

Harry was soon the only one left in the ward. He felt a sharp pain in his soft arms, but unfortunately no one and nothing could divert his attention.

So he took out a candy from under his pillow, peeled off the candy wrapper with one hand, and put it in his mouth.

The sweet fruity aroma in his mouth could probably ease his pain a little.

But there was no denying that Harry thought it was the best candy he had ever tasted.

"Next time I'll ask Xingchen where he bought it..." Harry slowly closed his eyes while thinking about it.

When Harry woke up, it was pitch black.

He realized he had slept for a long time, and his arm now felt like a million pieces, causing him to groan in pain.

At first he thought it was the pain in his arm that woke him, then he realized with horror that someone in the dark was wiping his forehead with a sponge.

"Go away!" he shouted in fear.

As the figure in the dark retreated to the window, Harry recognized in the moonlight that it was the elf that had caused him so much trouble during the summer vacation.

"Dobby! Why are you here?"

The elf stared at him in the darkness with two eyes as big as tennis balls.

"Harry Potter has returned to school." Dobby said sadly, "Dobby has reminded you time and again, but why didn't Harry Potter listen to Dobby's warnings?"

"Harry Potter missed his train. Why didn't he go home?"

"Wait." Harry propped himself up with one hand. "How did you know I missed the train?"

Dobby's lip trembled slightly, which made Harry suspicious.

"Did you do this?"

"It's like this, sir." Dobby nodded, flapping his big ears. "Dobby hid nearby, waiting for Harry Potter to arrive, and then sealed the passage. Afterwards, Dobby had to burn his hand with an iron..."

Dobby raised his long hand and showed Harry the bandages on all ten of his fingers.