Harry's injuries were indeed a bit miserable - he was hugged by an orangutan during his high-speed descent in the air, and he didn't know which was more serious, psychological trauma or physical trauma.

From the smell of the remaining potions, it could be seen that Harry had been drugged with a lot of drugs, and the neat bandages were tied to his chest, almost making him a mummy, although Alan was eager to see how Harry felt when he woke up with this dress, but after thinking about it, he tapped his wand to make the bandages fall.

Surprisingly, there was no bleeding - which made Alan complain about the fact that he was not seriously injured at all.

However, given Professor McGonagall's strange gaze, he still grabbed a handful of seeds and let them grow quickly, binding Harry tightly like a bandage, and the next second, his hand pressed directly on the vine, and it didn't take him a few seconds for Harry's injuries to fully recover.

That's right – that's why he's conjuring up so many tricks.

Such a serious injury is almost instantaneous, which is too magical, although it is possible to control the speed under long-term control, but Alan has not studied so deeply, so he can only delay it like this.

Harry was able to regain consciousness and feel great, but he couldn't move, but at least Professor McGonagall saw Harry wake up - it was more than an hour earlier than the doctor had expected, and in her words, Harry's injuries would take at least half a day to heal.

Before she could express her admiration for Alan's magic, Harry was already complaining, "Oh, Alan, did you cure me? Thank you very much, I feel very good now, I can continue to play!"

What are you kidding, if you go out now, the magic I studied is too amazing, it won't work!

So, he got Allen's response with a face: "No, that's an illusion, you still have to receive follow-up treatment!"

"No, no, no, really, I'm feeling surprisingly good right now, I don't believe you let me out!" Harry was a little anxious, he couldn't wait to continue playing.

"Harry, shut up, Alan is a doctor now, listen to him, treat well, there is still time for the game!" Professor McGonagall, after mending the knife to Harry, turned his head to Alan and told him not to be nervous, the important thing is to heal the injury, Harry's feeling is completely delusional, you have to trust your own judgment.

Well, what the professor said was right, Alan directly took out the coptis knocked out from Selma's classmates (originally sent as a seasoning, Alan judged that it was probably her intention to pit herself), put it in a water cup, used magic to conjure water and heated it, and handed it to Harry with a gentle face: "This is very effective for the recovery of wounds, drink it, it tastes a little uncomfortable, but it's okay, it's a good medicinal herb!"

Ten minutes later, Harry, who was holding Shimizu and doubting his life, was finally released from the vines by Allen, who said that he could continue the game, so it was decided that it was you.

After a second confirmation by the head nurse, Harry was allowed to return to the battlefield - and the Seeker in Ilvermorny was judged to have more than half an hour before the cracked bones in his hands healed...

When Alan returned to the audience, Harry had already begun to crush the opponent's substitutes with his strength - the two substitutes were originally five or five, but now it is the king who abuses gold...

Harry even guided the opposite Seeker bench to complete an assault on his own formation - which made the opponent's morale plummet due to Harry's early return directly to the bottom. At the same time, the chaser with a new broom finally got used to it, and the momentum of the whole game returned to the scene where it had just begun, and even the momentum of the Gryffindors was a few points higher than the original - after all, the opponent's Seeker was abolished.

Under such circumstances, the score was sharply reduced, directly breaking through the gap of 150 points, and the moment the opponent's Seeker finally recovered, the score was only 130 points behind.

Just as the opposing Seeker asked the referee for a substitution, the overwhelming cheers suddenly rang out, and Harry almost swooped down to the side of the Seeker who had tried last time, clinging to the ground and stopping the broomstick in the opponent's ear - in the gap between the outstretched arms in front of him, the tightly clenched fists, the silver-gray wings flapped wildly, but there was no escape from Harry's clenched fists.

That's right, the Golden Snitch.

At the end of the match, twenty points of advantage - the winner, Hogwarts, Gryffindor.

The next second, the whistle blew - alas, it wasn't the whistle of the replacement that the Seeker had requested, but the whistle at the end of the match.

The substitute who had been eaten by Harry even cried - if Harry hadn't pretended to spot the Snitch making a feint and taking him to his own side, they might not have lost so quickly.

In the case of everyone's similar strength, it is a big deal for a player to have a problem, let alone replace a substitute who is far from weak?

Unfortunately, it didn't work, a loss was a loss - the cheers of the native wizards rang out, as if they had won. After all, they had a holiday with Ilvermorny - they firmly believed that Ilvermorny would not have won against their own team if it wasn't for the attack!

As for the students of Hogwarts this school, they are even more happy and crazy - this is far higher than the House Cup, this is a Quidditch competition between the three schools, to be honest, if you don't consider the national factor, at the moment the Goblet of Fire competition is popularized and compared, let the students evaluate which is more popular, it is definitely not the Triwizard Tournament represented by the Goblet of Fire - that compared to Quidditch, the crowd is far less receptive.

However, taking into account national factors, there is no doubt that the triwizard competition is superior. But Alan thought about it, and he still welcomed the Triwizard Championship dungeon - after all, this can be smashed!

Compared to Allen's calmness, the wizards around him are a little crazy, some throw things to celebrate, use spells to conjure icons, some display school emblems, and some put up banners displayed in advance - wait, what the hell is over there?

Several pairs of men and women hugged each other directly, and the gesture of kissing was completely like gnawing -! You guys stop me! This is not the right gesture to celebrate at all, you are taking advantage of the wind to scatter dirt, in the name of celebration to sprinkle dog food or fake a show together, this kind of behavior will be despised!

Then he saw his acquaintance - Marshall's classmate and his girlfriend, this boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually betrayed the revolution and was crazy about sprinkling dog food!

At the moment when Alan complained, he suddenly felt that something was wrong - Harry and the others came behind him, and then took advantage of the time he was complaining to lift him up directly, and then threw it high - there is no doubt that the treatment was said by Harry.

Thrown, dropped, repeated several times—and then one last very light throw, flying just a little bit and falling, but this time there was no one to catch.

Feeling that there was an empty back, Alan reversed it at an incredibly large angle, and then lightly touched the ground with his arm, and the whole person stood firmly on the ground - children, do you want to yin me?

However, something felt wrong on his face, and the laughter around him was a little louder - Alan subconsciously turned into a water mirror, and several kiss marks outlined by different lipstick marks appeared on his face.

Alan looked confused - who the hell meowed to kiss me secretly!