Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"How did you stop it? You didn't use your hands, did you?"

"Is it... with your hands?"

"You're really good, little smarty."

Just as Wumu was about to leave, Malfoy flew out from below. Wumu flew over and caught him when he almost fell to the ground, which could be considered as a way of thanking him for the things he had given him earlier.

"Thank you, Wumu."

"You're welcome, I'm off." Wu Mu put Malfoy down and went to chase the Quake again.

After spinning around the field, Wumu accelerated and caught the Quaffle that was being passed between two Slytherin players in the air.

Two Slytherin players tried to break Wolmer's broom by kicking it, but Wolmer jumped off the broom, grabbed the end of it, and one of the Slytherins who was exerting force fell down due to inertia.

"It's a pity that a member of Slytherin has fallen."

Just as Wu Mu was about to throw the ball, the ball flew towards her again. She immediately bent down and narrowly avoided the ball.

"Wu Mu scores again! Gryffindor gets ten points!"

"She really flies that well?" Mr. Lockhart was surprised; he had thought Malfoy was just making things up.

Harry was about to catch the Golden Snitch when he was hit on the hand by a random ball.

"Brother!" Wu Mu handed the racket from his opponent's arms to Lina, then flew over to ask about Harry's situation.

Halfway there, Ayam saw the ball heading towards Harry again, and Harry decided to dodge it first.

"Brother, keep chasing, trust me!" Hearing Wu Mu's words, Harry stared intently at the Golden Snitch ahead.

With her injured hand, Wu Mu could no longer stop the second Quake. She hesitated for a moment, and in her critical moment, she stood on her broom and leaped. At that moment, time seemed to stop at the moment she touched the Quake. The air was filled with tension, and she seemed to be just a little bit short.

At the last second, Wu Mu reached out her injured hand again, using the momentum to throw her body upwards a little more, and seizing the opportunity, she immediately caught the ball in her arms.

"Wamu!" Hermione exclaimed from the stands, completely incredulous that Wamu would do something so dangerous; the height must have been at least three meters.

Harry then picked up the Golden Snitch, but he also fell and skidded a long way across the ground.

"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

But the ball wasn't going to let Harry off the hook and kept throwing it at him.

"{Curse Stop} Finite Incantatem!" Hermione cast the spell on the Wandering Ball at the last second.

Wumu walked towards Harry with a broom, but something felt off. She rolled up her sleeve and took a look; a large abrasion had appeared on top of the bruise.

"Thank you, Hermione."

"Brother! How are you?"

"Are you ok?"

"Oh no, I think my arm is broken."

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll heal your arm right away."

“No need, Mr. Lockhart, I’ll do it!” Wu Mu didn’t want to see Lockhart make Harry’s bones disappear.

“It’s alright, I’ll do it, come on.” Lockhart took out his wand.

"No! Don't..."

"Arm...fix it." Very well, Mr. Lockhart successfully made Harry's bones disappear.

“Well, sometimes that’s how it is. At least you won’t break your arm.” Mr. Lockhart simply folded Harry’s hand behind his back and placed it on his arm.

"A fracture? He doesn't even have any bones left!"

“Mr. Lockhart! I already said! With your... never mind, I’ll do it!” Wu Mu ran his left hand across Harry’s arm.

"Heal." Wu Mu used the power he had gained from the Psionic Cube again, because the spell could no longer easily grow bones back into Harry's arm.

Harry's bones have grown, but they are still soft and flabby.

Wu Mu: Damn it! I can only use level one abilities, and I've been backfired by Lockhart's spell!

"No, you have to go to the medical wing, brother. I can only help it grow back, but still..."

"Thank you, Wumu."

“How are you, Harry?” Stallone walked over, swinging his robes.

"I'm okay."

"And what about you? Wumu, how could you block a drifting ball with your bare hands back then?"

"I'm fine! But something's not right." Wu Mu's right wrist was a deep purplish-blue, and blood had soaked through his sleeve and dripped onto the ground.

The priest, who had been concerned about Harry, stopped looking at Harry when she saw blood dripping from Ayam's sleeve onto the floor. She walked over to Ayam, lifted her sleeve, and saw that the scraped areas were covered in blood.

"Let's go to the medical wing first." Spellbook had intended to pick up Harry directly, but probably because he was injured, he didn't. Instead, he picked up Woomu from the side.

Most likely it's because Harry looks like James and Ambrose looks like Lily; the Church clearly discriminates against them.

Wu Mu probably didn't want others to see this situation. "I can walk, it's just a scratch." After she finished speaking, she looked up at Si Jiao.

Si Jiao ignored her and walked straight towards the medical wing. Wu Mu was afraid that he would be angry, so she didn't say anything more.

The last time he carried Wumu to the medical wing, Wumu said she could walk, but Si Jiao chose to carry her by the hand. She didn't want to be carried by Si Jiao in front of so many people.

Besides Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other team members, a small snake was secretly following them—Draco Malfoy.