Harry scrambled to his broomstick to avoid the speeding Bludger.

But the Bludger was so fast that even a fire bolt couldn't dodge it instantly.

There was a piercing pain in his left shoulder, and Harry could even hear the sound of a bone cracking. He angrily yelled at the culprit McLagan, "Are you trying to kill me!"

"Gryffindor's goalkeeper McLagan almost killed his captain while coaching the batsman to Bludger, which was so hard that if he had hit the head, Potter wouldn't have to go to the school hospital. Silver calmly explained, "Ah, Harry Potter looks very angry. It's no wonder that if someone almost killed him, he wouldn't be so kind to him, but I would remind Potter that it's still game time, maybe he should call a timeout?"

However, the angry Harry obviously didn't listen to Silver, and now he just wanted to teach McLagan a hard lesson, and he flew towards McLagan.

There was a commotion in the Gryffindor audience, and Harry could vaguely hear what they were shouting, but he couldn't hear it clearly, the pain in his left shoulder upsetting him.

McLagan froze there with his bat, apparently startled by Harry's menacing appearance.

"What kind of spell should I give him?" said Harry, reaching into his arms and reaching for his wand.

"Harry, be careful!" called Ginny, who was closest to him, at him.

"Be careful, be careful of what?" Harry thought in confusion, turning his head to look behind him......

A sharp pain of dizziness...... A bright light...... Screams in the distance...... And then it's like falling in a long tunnel......

The next thing Harry knew, lying on an unusually warm and comfortable bed, looking at a chandelier that cast a golden halo of light on the hazy ceiling. He looked up with difficulty, and saw a very familiar red-headed man with a freckled face on his left.

"Thank you for coming with me. Ron said with a grin.

Harry blinked, looking around. That's right, he's in the school hospital. The sky outside was indigo with crimson streaks. Harry's head sank in surprise, and he raised his right hand and felt a large circle of stiff bandages. Like an Arab turban, he has just as many bandages wrapped around his left shoulder.

"What's going on?"

"The left shoulder bone is shattered, the skull is shattered," Madam Pomfrey hurriedly walked over and pressed him back to the pillow, "don't worry, I'll stitch it up right away." But if you're going to stay overnight, don't overexert yourself for a few hours. ”

"I know, McLagan did it in the left shoulder, who hit the last Bludger that hit me in the head?" said Harry.

"It's Malfoy, Harry. Ron said, "I hear Ginny. Draco Malfoy also pretended to teach his team's new batsman how to play Bludger, and then he hit the ball at you, but luckily you turned around, and if it hit the back of the head—"

"Then he'll have to stay here for a week or more. "You have to be glad that the Bludger that hit you in the head didn't have much force, or it didn't hit the back of the head in time, and it would have been enough for you." ”

"I don't want to spend the night here. Harry said angrily, pulling off the sheet and sitting up, "I want to find McLagan and Malfoy and kill them." ”

"I'm afraid it's 'overexertion,'" Madam Pomfrey resolutely pushed him back into bed, threatening him to raise his wand, "and you're going to stay until I get you out of the hospital, Potter." ”

She hurried back to her office. Harry fell back on his pillow, furious.

"Do you know how much we lost?" he asked Ron, gritting his teeth.

"Well, I know," Ron said apologetically, "the final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty. ”

"Wonderful," Harry said, his eyes red with anger. "That's wonderful! When I catch McLagan or Malfoy—"

"I don't think you should have a head-on confrontation with McLagen. Ron said sensibly, "He looks like a troll." ”

"We're wizards, Ron, and we defeated a real troll when we were in first grade. Harry clenched his fists. "I'm sure I'm going to have to teach him a good lesson. ”

"Okay, but I think the rest of the team had already done it before you were discharged, and he ruined our season. There was irrepressible joy in Ron's tone. Harry could tell he was secretly happy that McLagan had stabbed such a big man. Harry lay there, staring at the aperture on the ceiling, the newly stitched skull and left shoulder bone not hurting, just a faint ache under the bandages.

"When I went to the pitch, I ran into Jack Silver. Harry said.

"Silver, what's so strange about that? He's the commentator for the game, and I can't see it here, but I can hear it. ”

"He told me to watch out for Malfoy. ”

"Let you be careful of Malfoy?" Ron repeated, "You were indeed hurt by Malfoy's dastardly sneak attack, but how could Silver be unpredictable?"

"You say—" Harry said slowly, "Could it be Silver?" he imagined Silver and Malfoy arguing in a dark corner about how to frame him, only to quarrel over something else.

"No way, Harry, don't think about it. "Silver is from the Order of the Phoenix, isn't he? ”

"But why did he know that Malfoy wanted to deal with me?"

"Harry. Luo Crocodile's voice was a little helpless, "I can think of this with my feet, Malfoy will not let go of any opportunity to block you." ”

"That's right. Harry said, the fantasy in his mind collapsing, "I've been confused by a whole bunch of things lately. ”

"Harry, I think you should relax, like find a girlfriend. Ron propped himself up on his elbow and said to Harry with a frown, "You're going to drive yourself crazy sooner or later." ”

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