As much as Rolf would love to help Harry, he was still in the ring and couldn't find Dobby until his mischievous behavior.

Now that the rain was getting heavier, Mrs. Hodge's whistle blew, and the players from the two academies kicked their feet and flew into the sky again against the heavy rain.

Harry heard the whooshing sound coming from the back of his head again, and he knew that the Bludger must have caught up again.

Rolf wore a hood from afar, and if you looked closely, there was hardly a drop of rain that had fallen on his jersey, and each drop of rain had changed direction before it was about to touch.

He watched anxiously as Harry rose higher and higher, turning and turning, then spinning, then sharply descending, then spiraling upwards, and then going around and around, taking a zigzag course.

Harry felt a little dizzy, but he still kept his eyes wide open, and the rain crackled on his glasses, greatly hindering his dodge speed.

As he hung headfirst down to dodge another ferocious attack from Bludger, the rain ran into his nostrils.

Rolf was shocked and spotted the Golden Snitch hiding behind the Gryffindor goal.

He dodged the Bludger that wasn't there for him, quietly avoiding everyone's gaze, ready to go over and catch the golden snitch.

But just then, he heard a scream not far away, and he looked back to see that Harry had been hit by a Quaffle and had fallen off his broomstick due to the rain.

The Gryffindor players were far away from him and couldn't afford to support Harry, and the Hufflepuff players were all seriously guarding against the Gryffindor lion cubs, and no one paid attention to Harry.

Rolf looked at the Golden Snitch close at hand, and then at Harry not far away, gritted his teeth and turned his broomstick towards Harry.

He flipped in the air nimbly, then spiraled downward, and in order not to force them too hard and plant them both in the muddy grass, Rolf had to endure vertigo and slowly approach Harry.

He was getting closer and closer, and he could even see Harry's mouth open in fear of exclaiming, and his eyes closed.

He sped up the broomstick, caught up with the spot where Harry was about to fall, and pulled him up, Harry also felt as if he was being grabbed, and quickly opened his eyes.

Rolf's resolute face fell into Harry's eyes, and he saw that a few strands of exposed hair were wet due to the rain, but it didn't affect Rolf in the slightest.

"Sit down!" Rolf reminded in a loud voice, and Harry immediately came to his senses, grabbed the tail of Rolf's broomstick, rolled over, and sat down steadily.

Rolf didn't land with Harry, knowing that no matter how much he dodged, the house-elf from Malfoy Manor wouldn't let Harry go.

Rather than let Harry keep dodging, it was better to end the game and save him from being hit by a Bludger again.

Harry watched Rolf return to the skies with him, and was about to ask him what he wanted to do, but the pouring rain and the hurricane from Rolf's rapid flight made him unable to open his mouth.

Rolf also struggled to control his broomstick, and since it was carrying a weight that it shouldn't be at this age, Rolf and Harry were always on the rocks.

Rolf looked at the Golden Snitch that was getting closer and closer to him, and was about to reach out to grab it, but at that moment, the Golden Snitch flew up.

Rolf struggled to use his broomstick to catch up with the fleeing Golden Snitch, and he reached out to grab it fiercely, feeling his fingers grip the cold Golden Snitch.

Just as he excitedly lifted the golden snitch and waited for the cheers of the audience, the expensive light wheel 2000 was finally overwhelmed and broke with a 'snap'.

Rolf and Harry fell headfirst down.

Mrs. Hodge's newly relaxed heart lifted again, and she rode directly into the broomstick that had just been under her crotch to save Harry, and flew towards the two who had fallen.

But magic can't resist the gravitational pull of the Earth, and Rolf and Harry are far from being able to match their speeds.

Looking at the grass that was getting closer and closer to him, Rolf didn't know what to think, and instinctively activated the spell model that he had carved in the sea of consciousness.

Probably due to the rainy weather, the little snake, which was originally of no great use at all, has become much larger in this situation, at least able to wrap Rolf and Harry.

Just as their heads were about to touch the ground, Rolf felt himself enveloped in a jolt of water, and then there was a 'snap', and the water dragon broke.

But due to the buffering force of the water, the acceleration of Rolf and Harry is greatly weakened.

After the water dragon turned into a puddle of water and dispersed, their bodies fell to the grass with a 'bang', causing a wave on the grass.

However, since the two of them were not far from the ground just now, neither of them suffered any damage after falling to the ground.

Rolf felt a bit of a trance in front of him, the sky began to shake, and his head was partying, and he couldn't do it without shaking.

He seemed to see a lot of legs running towards him, and he could see the splashes of water being stepped on by them.

Then he fell unconscious to the sound of the rain hitting the ground in his ears.

When he awoke again, the first thing he saw was a wall of white flowers, and it seemed that he had been sent to Madam Pomfrey's infirmary.

He turned his head to see Harry lying limply at the head of the bed like a cartilaginous shrimp, and although he was happy to see Rolf wake up, he couldn't lift his hand at all.

What's going on? Didn't I save Harry?

The moment Rolf woke up, Madam Pomfrey hurried towards Rolf's bed, as if she wanted to feel something.

While examining Rolf, she said softly: "It's okay, kid, you are doing well, but your magic is a little overdrawn, you can recover for a while!"

After Madam Pomfrey had given Rolf a large vial of all kinds of medicine, he finally had time to talk to Harry.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" he asked curiously.

"Wow, don't mention it!" Harry looked extremely depressed, as if he was involved in the wound because of his emotion, and he grinned in pain.

He continued: "After the two of us landed, I was hit by a falling broomstick, and then I fainted, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw Lockhart's trademark white teeth!"

Listening to Harry's eloquent narration, he could conceive of Lockhart's expression in his mind, and only listened to Harry continue:

"I tried hard to refuse his treatment because I had woken up and I didn't think I was in a big deal, but he was so fast that he took my bones away before I could say no.

I wonder now if he was sent by the Death Eaters to torture me......?

Harry recalled the harrowing experience of that day:

As he was busy refusing, Lockhart ignored him, as he was already spinning his wand, and a second later, he aimed it at Harry's body......

PS: The ticket !! is still 50 short of breaking through two thousand!