Chapter 121 Final Victory

With a deafening thud, Harry hit the dirt and rolled off his broom. Harry's arms were hanging at an odd angle. Pain overwhelmed him. He heard a mixture of whistles and shouts that seemed to come from far away, and he stared at the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Rain fell from the sky, and Harry felt that his whole body had become a little cold.

"Harry Potter successfully caught the Golden Snitch..." Lee Jordan's impassioned voice echoed over the stadium, "He won one hundred and fifty points for Gryffindor. The game is over... Gryffindor Win more.”

Immediately afterwards, huge cheers broke out in the Gryffindor team, but Fanlin and the others did not celebrate with them, and the Gryffindor team members all wanted to rush to Harry's side as soon as possible.

That damn Bludger didn't stop its crazy behavior just because the game was over.

"Bang!" The Bludger hit the spot where Harry had been lying, making a loud noise even when it came into contact with the ground.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, trying to help Harry, but it was of no use.

"Bombarda!"

Fan Lin took out his wand, and with the icy blue light, the blasting spell accurately hit the Bludger, blowing the entire Bludger into pieces, and finally stopped it.

"Harry." The three people ran over quickly. Harry was in great pain at this time. His arm was bent in an unimaginable way. It looked like his elbow was completely crushed.

"Let me come, I know the spell to cure him!" Gilderoy Lockhart also ran over in a hurry, looking very urgent.

He helped Harry up with one hand. Harry looked at his row of shining teeth and couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Oh, no, not you," Harry groaned.

"I wonder what he's talking about," Gilderoy Lockhart said loudly to the nervous Gryffindors huddled around him. "Don't be nervous, I'll fix your arm."

"No!" Harry shouted, "I'll just leave it like this, thank you..."

Harry tried to sit up on his own, but the pain was unbearable. At this time, he heard a familiar thud.

"I don't want to be photographed like this, Colin," he said loudly.

"Lie back, Harry," said Gilderoy Lockhart soothingly. "This is a simple spell that requires very little of my time."

"Why can't I go to the hospital?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"He's gotta go, Professor," said a muddy Wood, grinning despite his hunter's injuries.

"A great victory, Harry. So wonderful. You're the best, I say."

"Actually, Professor Gilderoy, I think it would be better for Harry to go to the hospital." Fan Lin looked at Gilderoy worriedly. He didn't think he could really fix Harry's arm.

Moreover, a completely shattered elbow cannot be repaired successfully by a simple magic.

"Are you kidding? Didn't you see that Harry is already in such pain?" Gilderoy said softly to Harry, "Don't be nervous, Harry, as long as it doesn't take long, your arm will stop hurting. "

"No, please, don't..." Harry said pitifully, and he cast his eyes on Fan Lin. He hoped that Fan Lin could stop Gilderoy Lockhart's crazy behavior.

"Professor, I...I don't think Madam Pomfrey will be happy for you to do this..."

"No, Fan Lin, you are wrong." Gilderoy showed his charming smile.

"No one would refuse convenience, right? I think our Potter will also attend the Gryffindor celebration banquet. This is a good thing that cannot be missed."

"No, Professor..." Fan Lin held the wand in one hand and stretched out the other hand, as if he wanted to persuade Gilderoy, but Gilderoy had no intention of stopping his behavior.

"BrackiumEmendo (BrackiumEmendo)!"

"Protego!"

The two spells acted on Harry in no particular order. Fortunately, Fanlin's defensive spell was shorter, which made it effective on Harry first.

The glistening blue light enveloped Harry's entire body, and then Gilderoy's spell hit the armor's protective spell.

The imagined mutual cancellation did not happen. Gilderoy's curse was bounced away by the armor protection charm. This proved that the magic content in the curse was not high, and it was far less than the magic content of Fanlin's curse. , However, Harry didn't think there was anything strange about this. Gilderoy was just an empty frame.

Ever since he met Gilderoy, Harry had never seen him cast a successful spell.

The magic spell was quickly bounced out, and the long green light suddenly disappeared into the leg of Wood who was standing nearest.

A bad feeling came from Wood's legs. Suddenly, Wood's feet were in the air, and with his scream, Wood fell heavily to the ground.

One of Wood's legs was being crushed under Wood's body in an unimaginable twist.

"Oh, no!" Ron exclaimed, and it looked like Wood's entire leg was weak.

"Ah," Gilderoy Lockhart said awkwardly, "that happens sometimes. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken. People should take note of that."

"He doesn't even have any bones!" Hagrid shouted angrily, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I just want to relieve Harry's pain. As for Wood, it's just an accident. Maybe there is some strange reaction between my spell and Vanlin's spell."

Gilderro said awkwardly, but everyone knew that Vanlin only cast an armor spell on Harry. His role was only to defend and rebound spells. No one would believe Gilderro's nonsense, at least that's the case with the people around him now.

"Make way, make way!" Professor McGonagall and a group of students hurried here, carrying a stretcher in their hands.

"Put Harry on the stretcher," Professor McGonagall commanded, "Wood, why are you sitting on the ground, what's wrong with your leg?"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall..." Vanlin stepped forward, "Just now my armor spell and Professor Gilderro's..."

"Bone Repair Spell!" Gilderro said hurriedly.

"Oh, yes, the bone repair spell had some strange reactions, and the spell rebounded to Wood... I'm sorry about that."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall looked at Gilderoy deeply, "Okay, don't just stand there, find a stretcher and send Wood to Madam Pomfrey... Hurry up!"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's command, everyone started to move. (To be continued)