Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Filch was attacked and word soon spread around Hogwarts.

Almost everyone knows that the nasty ghost of the night is now lying unconscious in a hospital bed, with only a cat by his side.

However, the matter has not yet been clarified, and the heat is quickly overshadowed by the upcoming Quidditch match.

Lorne didn't participate in this year's Quidditch tournament, but the Slytherin team was very luxurious, and Malfoy's father, Lucius, bought the latest version of the team's Disc Wheel 2001.

It was close to eleven o'clock.

All the teachers and students of the school went to the Quidditch match.

Lorne and Hermione sat on a high platform in Gryffindor, which Lee Jordan had specially prepared for them, and there weren't many people around.

This made Lorne feel a lot more favorable to Lee Jordan.

Today's weather is good, but there is a faint sound of thunder in the clouds, and it seems that it will turn into a thunderstorm in a while.

"I forgot to take my umbrella!"

Hermione hugged Lorne's arm, suddenly remembered something, patted her forehead regretfully, and said.

"There's no need to take an umbrella, just cast a barrier spell."

Lorne smiled as he waved his wand.

The first game of the day was still Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, and the two teams had just clashed a few days ago, so the enemies were very angry when they met.

Wood and the others changed into red armor and robes, as if they were making a pre-match presentation, and Harry's expression looked high.

As Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle, the game officially began.

Harry was the first to take to the skies, followed by Malfoy.

The latest broom stands out on the field.

Within a few moments, Malfoy was catching up with Harry.

"Ah, it's raining!"

Lorne touched the raindrops off his face and used his wand to create a protective layer around the two of them.

The clouds covered the sunlight, and from time to time thunder jumped inside, and small water droplets under the thunder gradually formed layers of rain curtains.

Lorne looked up at the golden thunder and lightning in the sky, feeling a chill in his mood.

As a thunder dragon, he likes this kind of weather very much, and the thunder in the sky looks delicious.

The gap in this game was too big, and Fred couldn't touch the ball launched by the opponent at all, and the score came to 90:10 at once.

If Harry hadn't managed to get the Golden Snitch, he would have lost the game.

The crowd on the Slytherin side was noisy, as if they were celebrating the victory in advance.

"Come on, Harry! Let those unscrupulous snakes show that as a Seeker, one Lucius alone is not enough! "

Lee Jordan's passionate voice echoed through the rain.

The young wizards of Slytherin glared at the Gryffindor narrator!

Looks like I can't wait to drag him down and beat him up.

"Lee Jordan, watch your words!"

A fan of Quidditch's crazy cat lady, Professor McGonagall glared at the narrator who was already babbling gibberish.

Even Snape looked at Lee Jordan with a bad face.

"His ability to attract hatred is good!"

Lorne couldn't help but laugh.

Even Hermione was amused.

The two men didn't care who would win the game at the end.

Thunder roared, and the sky gradually darkened.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

He pulled his finger out of Miss Hermione's vicious gaze as he deserved it.

"Harry, be careful!"

At this time, a voice sounded, attracting the eyes of the two of them.

It was Ginny sitting in Gryffindor's seat.

What happened to Harry?

When Lorne turned his head to look at him, he saw a Quaffle slamming into Harry's elbow.

At that moment, Harry felt a burning pain, and his arm was broken.

Under Malfoy's sarcastic gaze, the injured Harry gritted his teeth and flew straight at him.

The sarcastic gaze turned into horror.

"What are you going to do—"

Malfoy hurriedly controlled the broom to dodge, but at that moment, the golden snitch flew over his head.

Harry grabbed the snitch and thud, splashing the ground.

The winner of the game fell headlong into the muddy ground.

Gryffindor let out a cheer.

"We are champions!"

Lee Jordan is also enthusiastic.

"No, aren't they going to see Harry?"

Lorne said, gesturing at Harry, who had crashed headlong into the dirt.

"I see that his arms seem to be weak."

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"Oh, it's just a small injury, you believe me!"

Lockhart pointed his wand at Harry's broken arm and smiled confidently.

"Isn't it just a broken bone, I used to treat it myself."

With the recitation of an unknown incantation.

The arm, which was still a little strong, suddenly became as soft as rubber.

Harry's eyes widened.

“...... Mistakes, hehes mistakes! "

Feeling the gaze of the people around him, Lockhart touched his head and laughed twice, then turned and ran away.

"I knew Lockhart wasn't reliable."

Lorne shook his head helplessly.

Eventually, Harry was sent to the school infirmary with a levitation charm.

"That new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is really nonsense, how can he casually use magic to turn people's bones into nothing?!"

Madam Pomfrey said angrily.

It was the first time in the two years that Lorne had been at Hogwarts that he had seen the lady angry.

One can imagine how outrageous what Lockhart did this time was.

Eventually, under Madam Pomfrey's treatment, Harry had to lie in his hospital bed for days on end, and drink unpalatable bones.

It's miserable.

Seeing Harry's sad face, Lorne sympathetically took out a few bottles of transformed bones from the Divine Space.

"I refined this bone spirit, the taste is chocolate, and the medicinal effect has not diminished."

Harry took it and took a small sip, the chocolate in his mouth that lit up his eyes.

"You're a potions genius, Lorne!"

Madam Pomfrey, on the other hand, looked at the vial of bones in confusion.

"You made this?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Lorne nodded.

"Well, I don't know the effect yet, but I can test it with Mr. Porter."

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