Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Cyrus looked at the professor's chair. All the professors, including Dumbledore, were watching with fear, but interestingly, no one took action. (っ◔◡◔)っ

Now, I am afraid that anyone can see that something is wrong with the Bludger, but the professors are like idiots and remain unmoved.

"Don't they all do something?" Cyrus couldn't help but ask.

Ron's face didn't look good, but he still explained: "Of course they can't. You know, you will always encounter some unusual things in official Quidditch matches. If you interfere in everything, the game will be ruined." It can't go on. I think unless someone's life is really in danger, no one will intervene."

"But what about Harry and the others? No one asked to check the Bludgers?"

"Of course not. What if there is no problem with the Bludgers? Then they will be disqualified from the competition! Before the game started, Wood even told Harry, 'Either catch the Golden Snitch or die on the field.'" Ron's face turned pale, " We have to think of a way!"

"I can't find who is casting the spell!" Hermione said anxiously.

Cyrus knew who was doing the trick, but he had no intention of doing anything.

His eyes stayed on another seat in the playground. As the big sponsor of the Slytherin team, Lucius Malfoy naturally came to the scene. On the one hand, he wanted to watch his son's game, and on the other hand, he also wanted to take a look. Is the diary left by the Dark Lord really capable of opening the secret room?

The question is, will Lucius Malfoy act the same as in the original book this time?

When Riddle was controlling Ginny, did he have any secret contact with Lucius? Did he find the right time to drive Dumbledore away?

Cyrus immediately realized that the plan he had in mind might not be so easy to implement.

At this time, Lucius Malfoy was watching Draco's game wholeheartedly. Although he was usually extremely strict with Draco and did not show any pretense, in fact, he did not love his children any more than Weasley. There are few families.

But, he must be Malfoy first!

"Must, Malfoy first!" Cyrus read this sentence silently, already having a plan in his mind.

But regardless of whether Riddle has contacted Lucius or not, at least for now, he plans to do so. With the name Malfoy, he did not dare to have any objections to his orders.

Of course, not now.

"oh--!!!"

Suddenly, huge and enthusiastic cheers woke him up.

He saw the Gryffindors jumping up from their seats one by one. Hermione and Ron did not hesitate to pull him into the crowded crowd and jump down to the playground. There were so many people swarming like them, especially when Harry won the game in an almost tragic gesture!

He became a hero to all Gryffindor.

Cyrus only saw him falling to the ground, as if he was about to pass out. Worst of all, his arm was almost twisted into a knot.

"Is he okay?"

"It's hard to say. That crazy Bludger hit his right hand. I think it was probably broken at that time. As a result, he crashed directly into Malfoy and stunned Malfoy." Ron said quickly, " Later, he caught the Golden Snitch first, but his arm was injured even more."

Three people gathered around Harry.

At this time, a bright and cheerful voice came from outside the crowded crowd.

"Give way - let me see him!" Lockhart pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. He said confidently with his unique smile, "Broken hand? Leave it to me. I have almost encountered this situation. Hundreds of times!"

Hermione quickly made room for him.

But Harry didn't trust him that much, no, it could even be said to be fearful.

As soon as he heard Lockhart's voice, he was awakened from his coma and weakly refused: "Oh, no, I don't want you."

The voice was both resistant and fearful.

"I don't know what he's talking about," Lockhart said loudly to the anxious Gryffindor students gathered around him. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm just going to fix your arm."

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

At this time, war reporter Colin also came in to get involved, and once again used his camera to capture Harry's embarrassing scene.

Therefore, it is really not unjust for this kid to be petrified...

"Lie back, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's a simple spell I've used countless times."

"Why can't I just go to the campus hospital?" Harry gritted his teeth and looked at Cyrus, "Even if Ginny comes..."

He remembered that Ginny easily broke Ron's curse. In comparison, she was much more reliable than Lockhart.

In fact, of course Cyrus could easily cure Harry, but if he didn't let Lockhart, the "master of medical skills," show his talents, how could he petrify Colin who was going to visit Harry in the hospital?

"He really should go to the hospital." said the mud-covered Wood, who couldn't suppress the smile on his face even though his Seeker was injured. "That was a great catch, Harry. It was brilliant." Wow, I’ve never seen you do so beautifully.”

Harry looked through the dense crowd of legs around him and saw brothers Fred and George Weasley desperately trying to press the out-of-control Bludger into the box. The Bludger still struggled ferociously.

"Stand back," Lockhart said, rolling up his emerald green sleeves.

"Don't - don't -" Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand. After a second, he pointed his wand at Harry's arm.

A strange, deeply uncomfortable feeling ran like lightning from Harry's shoulders to the tips of his fingers. It was as if his arms were being drained. He didn't dare to see what was going on, so he closed his eyes and turned his face to one side. But as people around him gasped and Colin Creevey was busy snapping photos again, he found that his worst fears had come true: his arm didn’t hurt anymore—but it didn’t feel like it at all. One arm.

"Ha," Lockhart said in a panic, "Yes, yes, sometimes this happens. But the key is that he is no longer in pain. This must be remembered. Okay, Harry, Take a stroll to the hospital - ah, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, can you go with him? - and Ms. Pomfrey can - oh - fix it up for you again."

Harry stood up, feeling his body tilt oddly to one side. He took a deep breath and looked down at the right side of his body. The sight before him almost caused him to faint again.

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

Lockhart failed to connect Harry's bones. He removed all the bones.

Lockhart: Just tell me if it still hurts?

Good news: It’s Friday!

Bad News: What bad news could there be on Friday?

Waiting to get off work

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