Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

It's the Golden Snitch!

Harry quickly turned his broom around and flew towards the golden light, but——

"Boom——"

When Harry was chasing the Golden Snitch, the Bludger finally hit him, hitting his elbow so hard that Harry felt his arm was broken.

A burst of burning pain made Harry feel dizzy. He slid to one side on the rain-soaked broomstick, with the knee of one leg still hooked on the broom and his right hand hanging unconsciously beside his body.

The Bludger launched a second attack at him, this time aiming for his face.

Harry suddenly deviated from the original direction, and only one thought firmly occupied his already dull mind:

Catch the golden snitch!

Harry's good hand let go of the broom and reached out to grab it hard -

He felt his fingers wrap around the cold Golden Snitch, but since he was holding the broom with only two legs, he fell straight to the ground, trying not to pass out, when he heard the crowd below.

There was an exclamation of surprise.

There was a bang, water splashed everywhere, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off the broom.

His arm was hanging there at a very strange angle. Amidst the bursts of severe pain, he heard many whistles and shouts, as if coming from far away. He took a closer look and saw the Golden Snitch.

He held it firmly in his uninjured hand.

"Aha——!" Harry shouted excitedly, but the rain quickly choked his throat, "We won! We won!"

Then he lay heavily on the field, with rain pouring on his face.

But the Bludger obviously had no intention of letting Harry go, and instead fell heavily from above Harry's head——

Then Harry dodged it again, and the Bludger hit the dirt between Harry's legs hard, creating a big crater.

Harry felt a chill in his crotch.

I saw the Bludger flying up into the air again, and then crashing down again——

Only this time it didn't fall because Tiera arrived in time.

But Tiera did not pull out the wand, but threw up the black "diary" in her hand——

The "diary" was suspended in mid-air and automatically turned to a certain page——

Five big Chinese characters appeared in the book, and the five Chinese characters connected into a piece of destructive lightning, pouring out from the book and hitting the Bludger——

At that moment, the lightning seemed to illuminate the entire sports field——

For a moment——

For a moment, Harry saw a strange and ferocious greed on Lockhart's face as he ran toward them——

Then Harry saw a row of gleaming teeth—

Lockhart was already crouching down next to Harry, and drew his wand—

"Oh! No, no, I don't want you." Harry groaned and looked at Tiera in despair -

"He has no idea what he's talking about," Lockhart said loudly, as a circle of anxious Gryffindor students surrounded Harry.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just going to fix your arm." Lockhart put his wand against Harry's broken arm.

"No!" Harry shouted, "Just leave it like this, thank you..."

He wanted to sit up, and he saw Tiera running towards him, but was blocked by the Gryffindor wall——

Harry saw the panic expression on Tiera's pale face——

Harry was desperate——

He seemed to understand a little bit what the second half of the prophecy meant.

Lockhart twirled his wand, and a second later he aimed it at Harry's arm.

A strange, very uncomfortable feeling ran like lightning from Harry's shoulders to the tips of his fingers.

It was as if his arm was being drained. He didn't dare to see what was going on, so he closed his eyes and turned his face to one side.

However, when people around him gasped and Colin Creevey was busy taking pictures again, he found that his worst fears had become a reality. His arm no longer hurt——

But it felt like he couldn't feel his arms at all!

What protruded from Harry's sleeve looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried to move his fingers, but there was no response.

Lockhart didn't reattach Harry's bones. He took them all out.

"I also saw - your right hand, as soft as rubber -"

The second half of Tiera's prophecy sounded in everyone's hearts at the same time.

Everyone present looked at Tiera. They were so shocked by this accurate prophecy that they forgot to blame Lockhart.

Harry was carried into the campus hospital by Tiera and Ron.

But it was obvious that Madam Pomfrey was unhappy to see Harry like this.

"You should have come to me directly!" she said angrily, lifting up the poor, lifeless thing which, only half an hour ago, had been a fully mobile arm.

I can reattach the bones in a second, but I have to make them grow back—"

"You can do that too, right?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Of course I will, but it will be very painful." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to stay here for the night -"

Harry closed the curtains around the hospital bed, and Tiera and Ron helped him change into his pajamas. They also wiped the rain and mud off his body and hair.

Hermione had to wait outside.

It took them a lot of effort to stuff the rubbery, boneless arm into the sleeve.

After getting dressed, Madam Pomfrey walked around the curtain.

Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle with the label "Boneling" on it.

"It's been a tough night," she said, pouring out a steaming mug and handing it to Harry. "Growing bones is hard."

Drinking the Bone Spirit was uncomfortable enough. It burned in Harry's mouth and burned down his throat, causing Harry to cough and spit.

Tiera quickly picked up the water glass on the bedside table and fed Harry some water.

Madam Pomfrey withdrew, still smacking her lips and complaining that the sport was too dangerous and the teachers were too incompetent.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Gryffindor teammates walked in noisily.

Most of the teammates have washed up, and they have brought cakes, candies, bottles of pumpkin juice, and a gold galleons for each person——

After these teammates put down their things to visit, they began to crowd around Tiela to apply, hoping that Tiela would also make a prophecy for them.

Obviously, Harry's accident on the court and Gilderoy Lockhart's poor healing spell have once again made Tiera's prophet's reputation resounding throughout Gryffindor House, and even to many other houses.

The student followed behind with gold galleons to find Tiera to prophesy——

"Give us another prophecy, Tiera!" said a tall and lanky Hufflepuff boy, "Anything will do!"

"Okay -" Tiera shrugged and said with a smile, "If you don't keep quiet -"

Tiera deliberately prolonged her voice:

"We will be kicked out by Madam Pomfrey soon—"

"What are you looking at!?" Before Tiera could finish her words, Madam Pomfrey ran out of the dispensing room next to her, waving a stirring stick, "Get out of here! Get out of here! The patients need it.

Peaceful rest!”

As a result, Harry was left alone in the ward, with nothing to distract him. He only felt the pain in his limp arm like a knife.