Chapter 300: Harry's Narrow Escape
Chapter 300: Harry's Narrow Escape
As Marcus Flint was injured and taken off the field, Gryffindor finally had a chance to catch their breath and score a goal, narrowing the gap to 10-50.
With the Bludger returning to normal, Harry immediately noticed and began searching for the Golden Snitch through the silver rain curtain. He knew he had to catch the Snitch as soon as possible to end the match.
"Were you practicing ballet just now, Potter?" Draco Malfoy flew beside him and shouted, "I never knew you had such talent. Maybe you should sign up for the Skull Dance Troupe!"
Harry was annoyed by Malfoy's taunts and couldn't help but glance back at him. And in that moment, he saw the Golden Snitch flying between the two of them.
Without hesitation, Harry chased after it.
Malfoy's reaction was a bit slower.
Although he was initially behind, he quickly closed the distance with the advantage of his broomstick.
"It's the Golden Snitch... Both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy saw it... They're accelerating!"
Commentator Lee Jordan exclaimed, "The Golden Snitch has changed direction... Harry Potter is right on its tail, with less than two feet between them... Draco Malfoy is left behind... Looks like sometimes, a better broomstick doesn't guarantee victory!"
As Harry got closer to the Snitch, his fingertips could almost touch its wings... But at that moment, a Bludger suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards them.
This time, Harry didn't dodge. He released his broomstick and lunged forward, tightly grasping the Golden Snitch in his hand.
However, his arm was also hit by the Bludger.
With a loud splash, Harry fell from his broomstick and landed on the muddy field, his arm hanging at an odd angle.
Cheers erupted from the stands.
Kyle was delighted. After three years, this was the first time he had watched an entire first match, worth commemorating.
As the crowd chanted Harry's name, Kyle also noticed the house-elf Dobby hastily leaving the Quidditch field.
Behind Dobby, Caca was swinging a cleaning broomstick with great force, hitting it on Dobby's head again and again.
This was the method house-elves used to resolve conflicts—simple and brutal, without magic, just a good beating.
Kyle raised an eyebrow, unsure if the Bludger that changed direction had anything to do with Dobby... If it did, it was quite persistent.
Unfortunately for Harry, Kyle had thought he could save his arm.
After the match, Professor Hooch transferred Harry to the side of the field, right next to Marcus Flint, preparing to take them both to the hospital wing.
Many people gathered around.
Harry, feeling a bit dazed, saw a row of sparkling teeth.
"Oh, no, no, you," he groaned.
"Are you saying you want me to heal your arm?" Lo Hart shouted to the students surrounding them, "Don't worry, I'm about to do just that."
He drew his wand...
"So, who wants to go first?"
Harry was relieved he hadn't passed out. He extended his uninjured hand and pointed tremblingly at Marcus Flint, "He, he's more severely injured."
"What a kind and good lad." Lo Hart touched the raindrops at the corner of his eye, "Don't worry, I can heal either of you in the blink of an eye. Let's start with the one closest to me."
Lo Hart looked at Harry's arm.
"No!" Harry hurriedly said, "It's fine, I don't feel any pain... Ouch... Thank you."
Harry struggled to sit up.
"Look at you, you're delirious from pain." Lo Hart raised his wand, "Lie down, it's just a simple spell, I've used it countless times..."
"Professor Lo Hart..."
Kyle squeezed through the crowd and whispered to Lo Hart, "I know you can definitely heal them, but such minor issues should be left to Madam Pomfrey... Otherwise, she might lose her job.
Moreover, I think everyone would rather hear your thoughts on the match just now."
"Oh... You're right, I shouldn't have taken the spotlight from Poppy."
Lo Hart patted his head, "I'm sorry, I often treated the injured during my travels, it's a habit... I hope Poppy can forgive me."
"But when it comes to Quidditch, you've asked the right person." Lo Hart smiled, "The Apple Orchard Arrow Team has invited me to join them twice, but I had to regretfully decline because I was saving the villagers from the Vaga werewolves.
In fact, just this July, they invited me again... The very next day after Headmaster Dumbledore came to find me. If the invitation had arrived two days earlier, I might be on the Quidditch pitch by now."
His words immediately caused a stir... Even to this day, there were still many admirers of him in the school.
Lying on the ground, Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you..." He whispered to Kyle.
Fred and George also squeezed through the crowd, and while Lo Hart was boasting about his flying skills, they lifted Harry and ran towards the Hospital Wing.
...
Everything went smoothly, Madam Pomfrey only took a second to set Harry's arm.
But she didn't look very happy.
"Someone gets injured every year... This sport is too dangerous, I don't understand why Dumbledore hasn't banned it yet."
She handed a potion to Harry, "Drink this, it will help your recovery..."
Harry didn't speak, he silently took a sip of the potion.
Despite being prepared, Harry still choked and almost vomited, the taste was just like the Dursleys' pot scrubbing water. He barely managed to keep it down.
"Weren't there two injured?" Madam Pomfrey looked around, "How come there's only you?"
As she spoke, Slytherin students carried Marcus Flint into the Hospital wing.
Enemies meet, and the sight of the Gryffindor team, they didn't hide their hatred.
But because this was the Hospital Wing, they didn't dare to cause trouble, only placing Marcus on the bed farthest from Harry.
"His nose is broken, and many teeth are knocked out..." Madam Pomfrey checked Marcus's condition, "Dumbledore really should ban this dangerous sport!"
"Pomfrey, actually, Quidditch isn't that dan... "
Malfoy just wanted to say something, but Pomfrey only glanced up, and he wisely shut his mouth.
Ever since staying here for a few days, Malfoy had a psychological shadow from Pomfrey.
The potions she gave were too hard to swallow... The taste was even more disgusting than a snail.
Thinking of this, Malfoy's face paled a bit more, and he subconsciously looked towards the door.
He originally wanted to find a chance to mock Harry, but now, he only wanted to leave as soon as possible.
(End of Chapter)
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