After a burst of green light, Harry didn't hurt, it didn't hurt anymore, but his right hand went from being broken into a rubber rubber that could be bent at will, because all the bones in it were drained, and I have to say, Owen thought the spell was very fun. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the treatment failed, the professor immediately covered his face and left, and Hagrid, who rushed over, carried Harry to the school hospital, as for Owen, he naturally followed him, he looked at everyone's faces in the crowd, and there was no dead air.

"If you send him sooner, I can cure him with a spell." Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school hospital, is a very kind, but terrifying witch, and after seeing Harry's condition, she almost growls a little and rummages through her potions from the cupboard.

"Now you can be cured, can you?" Hermione looked at the injured Harry, then at Owen on the side, and asked the female head nurse.

"Of course, it just takes a night to grow bones and drink them." Pomfrey pulled out a jar, poured out the potions, and handed it to Harry, commanding with great force, which was what made her terrifying.

Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital, Madame Pince from the library, and Professor McGonagall from Gryffindor are definitely three people at Hogwarts that can't be messed with, these three have their own characteristics, Madame Pince doesn't allow others to destroy books, Professor McGonagall doesn't like others to break the school rules, and Madam Pomfrey likes to force people to drink those unpalatable potions, which must be drunk, and even the headmaster's face will not be sold.

Looking at Harry's expression after drinking the potion, Owen frowned a little, he could understand that the seniors warned him, you must not get sick and injured at school, and after you are sick and injured, you must not come to the infirmary by yourself, this is not only a problem with potions, but also her chattering anger, why did she hurt herself, why was she so careless, you should have come to me earlier, etc.!

Under Madam Pomfrey's care, Harry was admitted to the school hospital, while Owen and the others, after staying for a certain amount of time, were blasted out because she did not allow anyone to disturb the patient's rest, not even the headmaster.

"Madam Pomfrey is horrible, we didn't even get a chance to talk to Harry." After Hermione came out, she was a little apprehensive, and at the same time said with regret.

"It's that incompetent bastard, it's all about him who got Harry in the school hospital." Ron gritted his teeth a bit, he said it was Gilderoy Lockhart, the bastard who sucked Harry's bones.

"Ron, you've got to be respectful, he's a professor." Hermione listened to Ron's words, and couldn't help but raise her voice an octave, Mr. Lockhart is a professor, and students shouldn't say that about professors.

"Wouldn't it be Harry if it weren't for him, Harry wouldn't be in the school hospital, I know you like him." Ron was very dissatisfied, and Hermione turned red with one sentence, and left in a hurry.

"Ugh." Owen looked at Ron who was leaving, and couldn't help blinking, what is this, is it jealous?

"This guy ......" Hermione looked at Ron's back as he left, her face flushed, and she didn't know whether to be angry or ashamed.

"Relax, he's just emotional, and he'll be fine for a while, emotional." Owen looked at the little girl with a red face, and couldn't help but press his hands weakly, well, it's emotion, not jealousy, is it jealousy?

"Alright! Maybe it was just a mistake, right? Hermione pressed her agitation down and turned to Owen for confirmation.

"Professor Lockhart, you say?" Owen raised an eyebrow, green peacock.

"Of course." Hermione tilted her head and looked at Owen, waiting for his evaluation.

"Maybe it was an accident, but that guy's class was really bad, I don't compare him to Professor McGonagall, he can't even compare to Professor Snape, I don't like Professor Snape's class the most, you know why, and Professor Lockhart! He was showing off almost every class. Owen grinned, he was not an ignorant girl or a middle-aged woman, and he really didn't like this peacock, but his stories were good.

"Ugh!" Hermione had hoped to hear some comfort, but listening to Owen's well-reasoned words, she couldn't help blinking her eyes, it seemed that Lockhart really didn't teach anything except that damn Cornish elf, but he had taken a quiz, but the content of the quiz was almost all the content of his novel, but his novel was also too well written.

"No, Owen, maybe you have to read his book "Traveling with Ghouls", he uses ......" Hermione came back to her senses, shook her head, and tried to correct her consciousness, Lockhart is a good professor, he just doesn't fit into the life of a professor, because he is the author, it's normal for some accidents to happen, and he's so handsome.

"Hermione, I've read every one of his novels, and they're real and wonderful, but you know what! What is the most important thing about writing a novel? Owen looked at the little girl who didn't want to see the reality clearly, and couldn't help blinking, handsome can't be eaten, but this charm is worth a lot, and it really makes fans brainstorm.

"What is it?" Hermione found countless reasons in her mind and asked Owen as she spoke.

"The plot, that is, the fantasy, of course, his novels are not fantasy, but real, real things that happen in the wizarding world, but have you thought about it, these things may not have been experienced by him personally, but written by the materials he searched." Owen punctured the peacock's beautiful clothes a little.

"......" Hermione's eyes widened as she listened to Owen's words, and she looked at him incredulously, this is a joke!

"It's probably just my guess." Owen looked at the little girl with big eyes, and couldn't help but spread her hands out, the brainless fans from the charm value circle, it was really hard to persuade, forget it, it's none of your business.

"No, maybe not." Hermione's head turned twice, Owen's statement seemed to make a lot of sense, the plot of the novel may have come from someone else's incident, and this guy used it on himself, that guy is a liar who deceives the world.

"Perhaps!" Owen blinked, after this aura faded, if the brain powder turned black, I am afraid that the degree will be very serious.

"I'll look for it, if that's the case, there must be wizards who have had this experience." The more Hermione thought about it, the more likely it became, but everything was still about evidence, and Gryffindor was still very stubborn sometimes, and he would not die until he was in the middle of the river.

"Well, don't run around the school lately, Hermione, you know, the Chamber of Secrets isn't over yet." Owen listened to Hermione's words, and couldn't help but skip a beat, looking for a yarn, all the memories related to those wizards were deleted by the memory charm.

"Secret room?" Hermione listened to Owen's words, suddenly came back to her senses, exclaimed, turned her head and ran.

"Hey, where are you going?" Owen looked at Hermione, couldn't help but be a little confused, and hurriedly chased after her. (To be continued.) )