Lockhart hadn't brought living creatures into the classroom since the last pokemon disaster, so Louis was a little disappointed, and it was fun to watch a bunch of small things mess up the classroom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lockhart has recently gotten hooked on role-playing, oh, of course, not him, but Harry. He had Harry play as a variety of creatures: a villager who had been spelled with bubbles, a Himalayan snowman who had a nose cold, and a vampire who had stopped eating anything else and supported carrots since Lockhart had greeted him.

Harry hadn't been very cooperative, though, and yes, I don't think anyone would have had a good time playing this kind of shameful play in front of the class. However, only this lesson Harry seemed very positive, and it can be said that he showed the werewolf who was killed perfectly.... Well.... Probably.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Lockhart stood up: "Homework: Write a poem about my victory over Wagga Wagga!

Well, our Professor Lockhart is that confident, although Louis can't find the source of his confidence.

As Louis walked outside, he noticed that Harry had not chosen to leave, but had deliberately stayed in the classroom. With Harry's character of avoiding Lockhart if he can avoid him, he would deliberately stay in class. It seemed that Harry was trying to start their project, after all, only a fool like Lockhart would sign without reading a note, and Louis was confident that he would sign wherever he could put his name on it.

On Saturday morning, Louis woke up early. Isn't it strange that Louis, who has always liked to sleep in, actually wakes up early. Of course, to be precise, Louis didn't get up of his own free will, he was pulled up by the little maid for that damn Quidditch game.

Louis didn't think there was any suspense in this game, but Slytherin had all the broomsticks replaced with the latest Halo 2001, and if they could lose it, they would simply disband.

But there are still highlights, for example, there should be a surprise running after Harry, which is interesting to think about.

Louis arrives on the field, and the arena is still the same, with only the Slytherin students wishing for their own house's Quidditch team to win, while the other houses would like to see Gryffindor win.

Something magical happened on the pitch, and a Bludger chased Harry. It stands to reason that Bludger doesn't chase someone in a fixed way, it should travel throughout the arena.

Harry kept jumping up and down trying to dodge the Bludger that was chasing him, but to no avail. The Weasley twins had to stay by Harry's side in case he was blown off in the head by a Bludger.

While this would keep Harry safe, it was clear that he would never be able to catch the Golden Snitch for the rest of his life. Louis saw Harry and the twins discuss it, and they flew off to do their work, while Harry was still being chased and ran.

Harry suddenly sped up and slammed straight into Malfoy, Bludger following him closely. Malfoy seemed to be stupefied, he clearly didn't expect Harry to crash into him.

However, while Harry was sprinting very fast, Bludger was even faster. Louis saw the Bludger slam into one of Harry's arms, and seeing the angle of the bend of the arm, Louis was sure that Harry's arm was absolutely broken.

Even so, Harry gripped the broomstick with his other hand, and he still slammed into Malfoy. He had two feet wrapped around a broomstick, and his uninjured hand was grabbing at the side of Malfoy's head.

With a thud, Harry fell to the ground, and he rolled on the ground several times. Then the whistle blew at the end of the game, and it turned out that the Golden Snitch was next to Malfoy's head just now, and he didn't even notice it.

The entire Gryffindor students gathered around, and even Lockhart couldn't wait to run to Harry's side. After a while, Harry walked out with a broken face, and he was escorted to Madam Pomfrey by the Gryffindor Quidditch players.

"What's wrong with Potter?" the little maid looked at Hermione, who was following them with a strange face, "It's just a broken bone, and Madam Pomfrey can pick it up in a second, right?"

"Oh, of course. Hermione sneered, "But the bones in Harry's entire hand are gone." ”

The little maid looked at Hermione dumbfounded: "How come, it's not a stray dog that hit it, it's the first time I've heard that Bludger hit someone and took away the bones." ”

"It's Professor Lockhart...... He looked at Harry in too much pain..... Only..... Cast a spell on him......" Hermione said with an embarrassed face, "but..... At least Harry doesn't hurt now, does he?"

"Well, you're right. The little maid said with a desperate smile.

Louis rolled his eyes, so the little girl chasing stars is terrible, and what the idol does is right. Poor Harry, may Merlin bless you.