Chapter 162 Different Ways to Treat Fractures

Slytherin common room.

Aaron piled up Lockhart's seven books and used Transfiguration to transform them into a cage as high as the ceiling. Then he put the two roosters he had worked so hard to find in it.

Listening to their high-pitched crows, Aaron felt particularly pleasant. This was a sound called a sense of security.

Roosters are the natural enemies of basilisks. With these two treasures, the task of killing basilisks is equivalent to completing half.

However, before finding the heir of Slytherin, he still had to keep a low profile and not let anyone know that he had two lively roosters here.

Aaron hesitated for a while and cast a soundproofing spell on the cage.

But he still felt a little unsafe, so he cast an illusion spell on the two roosters, so that even if someone came to his dormitory, they would not notice anything unusual.

Tick! Tick!

Aaron thought of something, rolled his eyes speechlessly, turned around and looked at Abe who was wiping his saliva hurriedly, "I've said it many times, they can't be eaten.

At present, in Hogwarts, except for Dumbledore, they are the biggest amulets.

Do you understand?"

Abe nodded hurriedly, but still looked at the cage involuntarily, and a trace of flame accidentally overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck!" Aaron immediately blocked the cage, "If you dare to pretend to accidentally roast these two chickens, I dare to roast you."

Abe shrugged his face, and his eyes showed a faint sadness, as if saying that the master doesn't love me anymore.

"Be good." Aaron patted its head and comforted it: "After I deal with the snake, I will treat you to a sumptuous meal.

But you really can't touch them now. You must restrain your damn appetite for the sake of your master's safety."

After hearing the last half of the sentence, Abe's eyes became extremely firm. Compared with the safety of his master, two chickens are nothing.

"I know, I will starve to death or die outside, but I will not do anything to them."

Aaron:......

Good boy, this flag is not established!

"Remember what you said!" Aaron said and picked up Abe, "Now let's go to the stadium and see, maybe we can catch up with the end of the game."

When they arrived at the Quidditch stadium, they clearly felt the momentum of the tsunami, which was even more magnificent than when the game started.

Aaron took a closer look and couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

I saw two figures, one red and one green, flying across the court. Harry and Draco sometimes ascended, sometimes descended, sometimes flew close to the ground, and sometimes braked and turned sharply. They performed various difficult actions vividly.

If the golden snitch in front was the reason for their hard work, what was the crazy bludger behind?

At this time, a huge figure entered Aaron's field of vision. Hagrid was holding a telescope and nervously watching the high-speed flying Harry Potter. Hermione and Ron stood on his left and right.

Aaron immediately walked through the crowded crowd and came to the three people, "Who can explain to me what happened?"

"Harry was targeted by the out-of-control bludger. Someone must have tampered with him." Hagrid said angrily.

"I want to stop the Bludger." Ron said depressedly, "But Hermione won't let me, and Harry doesn't seem to let me either."

"That's right, it's a miracle that your wand doesn't knock you out.

Wait, doesn't Ms. Hockey care?"

Hermione shook her head, "It seems that the two teams have reached some agreement and both agree to continue the game. In this case, it's not easy for her to refuse."

Aaron looked at the Bludger that flew out of the afterimage and couldn't help frowning.

Harry Potter seems to be very unlucky. There was a problem with his broom last year, and this year the Bludger targeted him again.

It seems that there will be accidents every time Gryffindor and Slytherin play. I just don't know who will do it this time, but it will definitely not be Slytherin.

But what surprised him more was Draco's decision. You know, the score on the field is 200 to 40, and Slytherin is leading Gryffindor by 160 points.

It can be said that Draco's mission has been completed. Even if he gives up the Golden Snitch, Slytherin will win. There is no need to fight so hard.

But when he saw Lucius Malfoy also sitting in the referee's seat, he immediately understood why Draco was willing to take such a big risk to fight for the Golden Snitch.

There was no reason. He would rather lose than lose the battle. It was just that the son wanted to save face in front of his father.

The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had already been decided, and many people knew this, so the audience gradually focused their attention on the two seekers.

Draco's broom was a Nimbus 2001, which was slightly faster than Harry's Nimbus 2000, and had a slight advantage in equipment.

But unfortunately, this advantage was wiped out by the Bludger that was rushing behind.

After a long chase, both of them were exhausted physically and mentally, but neither of them was willing to admit defeat.

Draco had wanted to defeat Harry Potter as a Seeker, and it was his chance after Slytherin won.

Harry just wanted Gryffindor to lose beautifully. There was no big difference between 200 to 190 and 350 to 40, and it would not affect the outcome.

Although it was a bit aggrieved, a narrow defeat was much better than a miserable defeat.

The two kept speeding up in agony, and after pulling away from the Bludger, they stretched out their left and right hands at the same time and grabbed the Snitch.

Bang!

The Bludger flew between the two, and Draco was a little unlucky and was injured in his left arm, falling off the broom.

Fortunately, they were flying at a relatively low altitude, otherwise it would be unreasonable to break several bones when they fell.

Harry was more seriously injured, and the Bludger hit his right arm, knocking off the brown wrist guard.

After he fell off the broom, he slid on the lawn for more than ten meters before he barely stopped, but he also caught his trophy, a Snitch.

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch and scored 150 points for Gryffindor.

But the total score was 200 to 190, Slytherin won."

When Jordan's voice fell, thunderous cheers broke out at the scene.

However, some people left the stands and rushed to the court, after all, there were two seekers lying below.

Aaron went to Draco, and the other members of the Slytherin team also flew around him.

"Sorry, the Golden Snitch was not caught."

"Very good." Flint said thoughtfully, "To be honest, I'm very angry, after all, our seeker lost.

But this time it was indeed an accident. No one can find fault with your performance, but your luck was a little worse."

Others also nodded in agreement. Draco was already good enough today. If it were them, they would probably choose to lie down after the score exceeded 150.

"By the way, where is the Bludger?" Draco said with energy, "It must be Gryffindor who did it."

Everyone turned their heads to one side when they heard this, and then silently denied this guess.

The Bludger flew over Harry and then smashed down hard. If he hadn't turned over in time, his face would have been flattened.

"Flames are blazing."

A fierce flame shot out from the tip of Aaron's wand, smashing the Bludger to pieces.

"You're welcome. I'll take your revenge." Aaron walked over and said.

Draco wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm and cried out in pain.

"Broken bone?"

"I think so." Draco smiled bitterly, "I clearly heard the sound of bones cracking when I was knocked down."

"Don't move."

Aaron raised his left arm, "How do you think Harry Potter's situation is compared to yours?"

"Haha! He must be more..."

Crack!

A crisp sound, followed by a cry of pain.

"It's okay. I've put the bone back together for you."

Draco tried to shake his arm. There was no pain from the fracture, but the surface of his arm was still burning.

"You can do this?"

"Muggle methods are sometimes better than magic." Aaron laughed, and then looked at the Slytherins surrounding him, "You two take him to the infirmary."

Crabbe and Goyle reacted, lifted Draco up on the left and right, and took him out of the court.

Aaron then looked at another crowd. A group of Gryffindors surrounded Harry. He had to work hard to squeeze in. "Your arm is also broken?

It looks a little more serious than Draco's. Do you need help?"

Harry nodded blankly. He had just seen Aaron bend Draco's arm back, so he naturally would not refuse.

But at this time Lockhart took out his wand, "Don't worry, I will heal your arm immediately."

"No, don't." Harry was very resistant. He had learned enough about this Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher these days. The most reliable thing about him was his unreliability.

Giving the arm to him was just like giving a surgery to a nurse.

"Let Aaron do it! He has experience."

"Don't worry, it's a very simple spell. I have tried it countless times." Lockhart ignored him and rolled up Harry's sleeves. "It won't hurt at all."

Harry wanted to refuse, but Lockhart had already recited the spell, "Forearm Repair."

A blue light flashed, and Harry opened his eyes slightly. His arm did not feel so painful, but he always felt something was wrong, as if something was missing.

Lockhart raised his arm confidently, and there was a burst of exclamations around him. Many people turned their faces away reluctantly.

This right arm can no longer be called an arm, because there is no bone in it, just like a rubber.

"Hiss!" Aaron took a breath of cold air. He thought Ron's wand was outrageous enough, but he didn't expect Lockhart to be even better.

"Excuse me, Professor, has this spell you have tried countless times ever worked?"

"Well... don't make a fuss, it's just like that sometimes." Lockhart explained far-fetchedly, "The point is that Harry doesn't feel any pain, and none of his bones are broken."

Aaron:......

"To be honest, Azkaban really needs people like you."

"Really? I also think the criminals there will be afraid of me."

"No, I mean that if you perform comedy, you will definitely make those criminals feel the long-lost joy."