Hearing Ike's words, William, who was about to leave, stopped one after another, and they stood next to the stairs and looked into the stadium.

"It's really Lockhart, what is he going to do with the fun?" Terry looked at it for a moment, then asked William with some strange eyes.

"Go and join in the fun, otherwise what else can you do." Seeing this familiar scene, William mourned for Harry for a second without sincerity in his heart, according to the plot, Harry will soon experience Professor Lockhart's "clever" spell.

"I told you, Professor Flitwick told me that Lockhart was a showy trickster when he was a student, and that he had done such a ridiculous thing as casting his name on the sky of the Quidditch pitch, how could he have given up such a good opportunity to join in the fun."

"Cast a name into the sky of the stadium?" Terry looked up at the cloudy sky, where a dazzling band of light was crossing, and a few seconds later, a roaring thunder rang from above.

"He's not afraid that his name will be slashed by thunder!"

"What is Lockhart doing? How did he point his wand at Potter lying on the ground? Come and have a look. Ike is still watching the inside of the stadium.

"It looked like he was trying to ease the pain in Harry's arm, or to heal his arm." William forced a smile.

From his vantage point, Harry was lying on the ground with a desperate expression, watching Lockhart raise his wand with a hippie smile and make a rather complex gesture towards his arm.

The surrounding crowd was celebrating enthusiastically, no one noticed this scene, or even if they did, these little lions who had lost their minds didn't care, Lockhart was also a professor at the last time, how could there be a problem with the professor's shot?

"Can he do it?" There was a deep distrust in Terry's eyes. "Are you sure he doesn't want to get rid of Gryffindor's hero for Slytherin?"

"Nalohart is definitely the number one hero of Slytherin, and the Malfoys will reward him heavily."

"He must have succeeded, I see that Potter's expression is not as painful as before." Ike also asked William with some uncertainty.

They had long known that Lockhart was a parallel import, and at this moment they couldn't help but have serious doubts about his spell-casting ability.

"Don't judge so early, Ike, look at Harry's face, does it look like healed?"

William had been watching Harry's expression, and he had seen Harry's face, which had become bloodless from pain, from the pain at first to the despair of closing his eyes, and then opening his eyes in disbelief.

When he saw his right hand, he felt a panicked sense of fear.

"What the hell did Lockhart do to Potter, you say?" Due to the constraints of the venue, a few people in the Ravenclaw stands did not know what was going on in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

William, however, knew what Lockhart's bells and whistles were all about.

He wiped out all the bones in Potter's entire arm, a medical miracle in the wizarding world.

"Merlin knows what magic those two knives can do! Maybe he'd used the Vanishing Charm to wipe out Harry's bones, but let's hurry down, we're almost gone. ”

"That's it, I'm a little nostalgic for the blazing fire in the lounge now, and the battle set, how about William play two sets with me in a while?" Ever since that defeat by William, Terry has been pestering William, and he spends his days in the break room studying the combinations of those cards in order to defeat William once again.

He's already a good veteran.

"Next time I have time, I'll do a magic experiment later." William politely declined Terry's invitation.

For him, playing cards is certainly a kind of entertainment, and doing magic experiments is also a kind of entertainment, and it is the happiest kind.

There is no joy like exploring the mysteries of magic, and this mysterious power fascinates William and devotes himself to it.

Even in the letters to Fleur, in addition to those interesting things in life, William talked most about those things related to magic.

You know, the Delacour family is also a wizarding family with a long history, and Fleur is also much older than William, so they have a lot of magical questions that can be talked about.

"You must be scared, since the last time I almost beat you." Terry used a clumsy trick and a group of people giggled down the Ravenclaw stands.

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"If you come to me directly, I'll be able to get your bones together in just a second." Miss Pomfrey said angrily.

"But now, I'm going to get those bones back together."

Hearing this, Harry didn't faint again, "You can do it, right! He asked urgently.

Merlin is on top! He didn't spend the rest of his life with such an unconscious arm.

"Of course I can do it, but it's going to be very painful for you, and you'll need to take some Bone Spirit." Madam Pomfrey pulled out a set of pajamas from a nearby cupboard and threw it onto Harry's hospital bed.

"You need to spend the night here tonight."

With that, Madam Pomfrey turned to leave, and after she left, Ron helped Harry pull up the curtains around the bed, and then helped Harry change into the pajamas.

"What is a bone?" Harry couldn't help but ask as Ron struggled to tuck his rubbery, boneless arm into his sleeve.

"A magic potion that allows your lost bones to grow back."

"Have you ever drunk this?" Harry asked his best friend.

"No, actually, boneless spirits are only used in the most serious accidents, and there are 10,000 ways for the average fractured wizard to restore them to their original state."

"It's said to be very unpleasant, and I've seen descriptions of boneless spirits in the Potions Encyclopedia." Hermione's voice came from outside the curtain.

"However, the potion is also very powerful, and it only takes one night for your arm to return to its original state." Hermione's words reassured Harry, at least it would only last for one night, wouldn't it?

Wait until tomorrow and you'll be back to normal, Harry thought bitterly.

He hadn't realized how hard the night would be.

"If it weren't for Lockhart, Harry wouldn't have been guilty of this!" After changing into Harry's pajamas, Ron opened the curtain and complained to Hermione with dissatisfaction.