Vol 2 Chapter 121: Final victory

　　 With a deafening bang, Harry fell to the mud and rolled off the broom. Harry's arms were hanging at a strange angle. The pain overwhelmed him. He heard a mixture of whistles and shouts as if coming from far away, and he stared at the golden snitch in his hand.
　　 The rain fell from the sky, pattering, and Harry only felt that his whole body became a little cold.
"Harry Potter successfully caught the Golden Snitch..." Lee Jordan's impassioned voice echoed over the court. "He won one hundred and fifty points for Gryffindor. The game ended...Gryffin Win more."
　　 Then, there was a huge cheer from the Gryffindor team, but Fanlin did not follow to celebrate, and the Gryffindor players, they all wanted to rush to Harry's side as soon as possible.
　　 That wandering ball didn't stop its crazy behavior because of the end of the game.
　　 "Boom!" The wandering ball hit the place where Harry was originally lying, and even if it touched the ground, it made a loud noise.
　　 "Harry!" Ron yelled, trying to help Harry, but it was useless.
　　 "Bombarda (Blasting Curse)!"
　　 Fanlin took out his wand, and accompanied by the ice-blue light, the blasting curse accurately hit the wandering ball, blasting the whole wandering ball to pieces, and finally let it stop.
　　 "Harry." The three quickly ran over. Harry was in great pain at this time. His arm was bending in an unimaginable way, and it seemed that his elbow was completely crushed.
　　 "Let me come, I know the spell to heal him!" Guidro Lockhart also rushed over, he looked very urgent.
　　 He lifted Harry up with one hand, and Harry could not help feeling dizzy looking at his dazzling row of teeth.
　　 "Oh, no, it's not you." Harry groaned.
　　 "I don't know what he's talking about." Guidro Lockhart said loudly to the nervous Gryffindor players crowded beside him. "Don't be nervous, I will fix your arm."
　　 "No!" Harry yelled, "I will let it do this, thanks..."
　　 Harry tried to sit up by himself, but the pain was unbearable. At this time, he heard a familiar babble.
　　 "I don't want to take pictures like this, Colin." He said loudly.
　　 "Lie back, Harry," Guidro Lockhart said consolingly. "This is a simple magic. I only need very little time."
　　 "Why can't I go to the hospital?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.
　　 "He really has to go, Professor." Muddy Wood said: Even though his hunter was injured, he couldn't help grinning.
　　 "Great victory, Harry. It's wonderful. You are the best, I said."
　　 "Actually, Professor Guidro, I think it is better for Harry to go to the hospital." Fanlin looked at Guidro with worry, he didn't think he could really fix Harry's arm.
　　 Moreover, a completely shattered elbow is not a simple magic that can be successfully repaired.
"Just kidding, didn't you see that Harry had pain like this?" Guidro said softly to Harry, "Don't be nervous, Harry, it just needs to be fast, your arm won't hurt anymore. "
　　 "No, please, don't..." Harry said pitifully. He turned his gaze to Fanlin. He hoped that Fanlin would stop Guidro Lockhart's crazy behavior.
　　 "Professor, I...I don't think Mrs. Pomfrey will come to be happy that you did this..."
　　 "No, Fanlin, you were wrong." Guidro showed his very charming smile.
　　 "No one would refuse convenience, wouldn't it? I think our Potter will also attend the Gryffindor celebration banquet. This is a good thing that cannot be missed."
　　 "No, Professor..." Fanlin held the wand in one hand and stretched out one hand, as if he wanted to persuade Guidro, but Guidro did not intend to stop his behavior.
　　 "BrackiumEmendo (Bulu Ba Keao, Yin Mento)!"
　　 "Protego (armor body protection)!"
　　 The two curses acted on Harry in no particular order. Fortunately, Fanlin's defensive spell was shorter, which made his husband work on Harry.
　　The shining blue light wrapped Harry's whole body, and then Gidro's curse was hit on the armor curse.
The imaginary cancellation of each other did not happen. Guidro’s spell was bounced out by the armor curse, which proved that the magic content of the spell was not high, and it was far less than the magic content of the Fanlin spell. , But Harry didn't think it was any strange, Guidro was just an empty shelf.
　　 Ever since I met Guidro, Harry has not seen him successfully cast a successful spell.
　　 The curse was quickly bounced back, and the long green light fell into the nearest Wood's leg.
　　 A bad feeling came from Wood's leg. Suddenly, Wood's feet were empty. Amid his screams, Wood fell heavily to the ground~EbookFREE.me~One of Wood's legs was being pressed underneath by Wood in an unimaginable twist.
　　 "Oh, no!" Ron let out an exclamation, and it looked like Wood's entire leg was weak.
　　 "Ah," Guidro Lockhart said awkwardly, "That happens sometimes. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken. People should be aware of this."
　　 "He has no bones!" Hagrid yelled angrily, "Do you know what you are doing?"
　　 "I just want to relieve Harry's pain. As for Wood, it's just an accident. Maybe there is a strange reaction to my spell and Fanlin's spell."
Jidro said awkwardly, but everyone knew that Fanlin had only cast an armor curse on Harry. His role was only to defend and rebound the curse. No one would believe Jidro's nonsense. At least now the people around are like this.
　　 "Let's give, let's give!" Professor McGonagall hurriedly rushed here with a team of students, their hands also carrying a stretcher.
　　 "Put Harry on the stretcher," Professor McGonagall commanded, "Wood, why are you sitting on the ground, what happened to your legs?"
　　 "Sorry, Professor McGonagall..." Fanlin stepped forward, "My armor curse and Professor Guidro's..."
　　 "Bone Repair Curse!" Guidro said quickly.
　　 "Oh, yes, there was some strange reaction to the bone repair curse, and then the curse bounced back on Wood... I'm sorry about that."
　　 "Really?" Professor McGonagall gave Gidlow a deep look, "Well, don't be stunned here, go find a stretcher and take Wood to Mrs. Pomfrey... Hurry up!"
　　 Hearing Professor McGonagall’s command, everyone moved.