Chapter 141 Push to Harold

Chapter 141 Push to Harold

Harry didn't have time to pay attention to anything, let alone Malfoy. He took advantage of the gap between the Bludger's attack and continued to search for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.

Maybe God saw that he had suffered so much, and finally couldn't help but take care of him, and he saw it.

The Golden Snitch was hovering over Malfoy's head, and Malfoy was just laughing at Harry without noticing.

Harry thought about how to rush to the Snitch without being discovered by Malfoy and avoid being snatched by Malfoy.

But as soon as he moved his head, he forgot that he was still in danger, and the Bludger finally hit him, hitting his arm hard. Harry felt nothing but a "click" before his arm snapped, a searing pain that made him dizzy.

His mind was dizzy, and there was nothing he could do. He just accelerated quickly to avoid the Bludgers' continued attack.

"Oh, that hurts." Malfoy felt his teeth ache even from the distance, and he seemed to hear the Bludger hitting Harry's arm.

"It's miserable!" Malfoy regretted not without malice, and it almost hit Harry's neck.

But he soon lost the calmness of watching the play easily, and he saw Harry crashing towards him quickly, "This idiot has been knocked out, and he can't even watch the road."

Seeing Harry's face getting closer, Malfoy hurriedly manipulated the broom, "℉Long"℉Wind "℉text"℉Learn, www▼w.c△fwx.ne↗t hurriedly dodged Harry.

Harry quickly brushed past Malfoy, his only available hand letting go of his broom and scratching his head. He felt the touch of his hand, and the cold golden snitch was about to break free from his palm.

He clung to the thing in his hand tightly, and the only hand left the broom. He lost control of his body and fell toward the ground with his broom in his hand. He fought hard not to pass out.

He faintly heard Hermione's voice.

"Harry! Wingadim Leviosa!" Hermione rushed over immediately, and she and Ron had long been in front of the stands.

The moment the Bludger hit Harry, and Hermione nearly smashed into the field, Ron grabbed her. For a few minutes, she ran around the huge stand again, just to get closer to Harry. Seeing Harry slipping from the sky, Hermione rushed over for the first time. She quickly took out her wand and caught Harry with a floating spell.

Harry only felt the world spinning in front of him,

He passed out by himself. In a trance, someone kept calling his name, awakening him little by little from his ignorance.

"We won." Harry felt the still usable hand, the Snitch was being held firmly in his hand, and he turned his eyes to see what he was holding.

"You idiot." Hermione didn't have a good look.

If she hadn't rescued Harry just now, this idiot might have fallen to his death, he had already passed out just now, and the first sentence he woke up was the game.

Wood squeezed up, he couldn't hold back his smile, "We won, Harry, it's all thanks to you. Your performance just now is absolutely incredible, I've never seen such a great performance."

"Stop talking about the game, he should go to the hospital immediately." Hermione looked at Harry's stupid teammates, who were also accomplices in causing Harry's injury.

"Yes, yes, go to the hospital." After winning the game, Wood was in a very good mood and didn't care about Hermione's anger.

"Come on, let me treat you." Lockhart also rushed over. He strode away from the students and walked to Harry. "It's very simple. I've done it countless times."

"Don't, don't touch me, let it be," Harry yelled.

Lockhart ignored it, pulled out his wand and motioned for everyone to stand back.

Then, he fell, and he fell heavily into the mud.

The muddy water splashed on his clothes and stained his calmness. He looked at a short body in surprise, looked down at him condescendingly, and stood in front of him arrogantly.

Hermione looked at her hand in disbelief. She had just done something she had never imagined. She pushed a teacher and Lockhart heavily to the ground and into the mud.

But she came back to her senses immediately, her hands on her hips, like a hen guarding her cubs, blocking Harry's front.

"Someone just controlled the Bludger and tried to kill Harry. Now Harry has to go to the hospital, and no one can touch him except Madam Pomfrey."

Before Lockhart could react, Hermione and Ron had helped Harry up and walked quickly towards the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey wasn't too happy. "Are you playing ball or hitting people? It's all broken."

Hermione immediately agreed, "They are all savage savages, some want to kill for victory, and some don't even want to die for victory."

Harry smiled shyly, not daring to refute at all, just felt a little embarrassed.

"Fortunately, it's not too serious. I'll fix your bones and drink some raw bone water. You'll be able to recover tomorrow." Madam Pomfrey took out the splint and helped him fix and break it while Harry howled. bones.

"I know it's so bad, so be careful not to get hurt next time." Madam Pomfrey brought another cup of steaming potion and handed it to Harry.

She scolded Harry while complaining that the sport was too dangerous and the teachers were incompetent. They never knew how to protect the students, and in the end it was always up to her to listen to the howls of the students.

Hermione kept responding, and followed Madam Pomfrey to criticize the players for being savage and the teacher for being lazy.

Madam Pomfrey took care of Harry's injuries and exited the ward, while she was going to look after the other patients.

"It was too thrilling for us to win this time." Ron felt that luck had helped a little in winning this time.

Slytherin's broom advantage is too great, and there is a huge score gap in a short period of time. Fortunately, the heavy rain also affected their sight and speed, and they had Wood, Fred and their desperate defense. In the end, the difference was not pulled to 150 points, otherwise, even if Harry caught the Golden Snitch and scored 150 points, he would only lose to Slytherin in the end.

"Thanks to you catching the Golden Snitch, Malfoy is going crazy, he looks like he's going to kill someone." Ron was instantly happy when he thought of Malfoy's anger.

"He still has the face to be angry, and he has the face to kill? I want to kill, let me know who is controlling the Bludger." Hermione snorted, saying that she was unhappy.

"Fortunately, the Bludger just hit your hand." Ron was also a little fortunate, and his neck was no harder than his hand, "We can write down this question and ask him when we drink the compound decoction, we can't just let it go. That's it."

(To be continued.)