"Let's make it, let it go, it's useless for you to surround him like this." Silver squeezed away the crowd. Wood frowned and wanted to stop it, but Fred and George stopped him: "This is a boy from the Silver family. He has a good idea. Maybe he can help Harry."

Silver looked at Harry who was lying on the ground and shook his head: "This kid has fainted and he has grabbed the golden thief so tightly." Silver pulled out his wand: "Recover quickly."

The spell was very effective. Harry, who was originally unconscious, quickly opened his eyes, but immediately moaned in pain - his arm was broken. The rain on the field was still heavy, and Harry's whole body was soaked at this moment.

"We must treat him urgently and then send him to the school hospital for Mrs. Pomfrey to cure her. The rain was so heavy that it would be troublesome if he was infected with pneumonia." Silver said.

"Let me do it. I have learned medical skills and worked as a therapist. I am good at dealing with various emergency injuries." Lockhart squeezed out the crowd and came to Harry. He showed his row of snow-white teeth and said to Harry: "Don't worry, I can cure you in the blink of an eye."

Harry seemed a little scared. "No!" Harry said, "Just let it do this, thank you..."

Harry obviously wanted to do it, but his fracture was very serious, and everyone heard the crisp cracking sound. Colin held his baby camera and obviously wanted to give Harry a few close-ups of his body mud and broken arm.

"I don't want to take such photos, Colin." He said loudly. But at this time Harry could no longer stop Colin. Colin happily pressed the shutter.

"Lying down, Harry," Lockhart comforted him, "It's a simple spell, I've used it countless times." Lockhart began to spin his wand in a gorgeous way. Silver looked up at the sky, not wanting to see that kind of tragic scene-

"No!"

A dazzling green light shot from Lohart's wand to Harry's fractured arm. Lohart said briskly: "Look, it won't hurt anymore. I've cured you, Harry. No thanks to me, this is what I should do-"

Silver bent down to look at the arm: "Professor Lockhart, it seems worse." Silver swayed Harry's arm, which now looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. "Professor Lockhart, you pulled Harry's bones away."

"Uh." Lockhart was a little panicked. "The curse occasionally had some minor accidents. But overall the purpose was achieved. Harry no longer hurts now. Maybe Mr. Weasley can send Harry to the school hospital, and Mrs. Pomfrey can make some minor corrections to Harry's arm." He said, and was preparing to leave: "I'm very busy. I'm squeezed out time to help Harry solve his illness. I have to rush back and reply to my fans. Then goodbye to everyone." Lockhart left the stadium with rapid pace.

"It seems that Harry must be sent to Mrs. Pomfrey." Silver shrugged.

Mrs. Pomfrey was very upset.

"You should come to me directly!" she said angrily, holding up the pitiful, lifeless play, which was still a free-moving arm just half an hour ago. "I can tie the bones in one second - but let them grow again-"

"How do you do it, are you?" Harry asked very urgently.

"Of course I will, but it will hurt very much." Mrs. Pomfrey said with a stern face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to spend the night here..."

Harry obviously didn't want to spend the night in the hospital, but he had no choice.

"Harry, I wish you a speedy recovery. Hermione and I will not disturb you to rest. You have to grow the bones of your entire arm." Silver pulled Hermione and said goodbye to Harry and others. By the way, he helped Harry put the curtain on the curtain. Ron stayed to help Harry change his clothes.

"Wouldn't it be a bit rude to just walk away like this?" Hermione said. "Will you not spend a while with Harry?"

"Bone growth is a long and painful thing, and Mrs. Pomfrey won't let us disturb the patient's rest," said Silver. "Instead of thinking about this, it's better to think about the weird roaming ball. The roaming ball must have been cursed. Will this matter be related to the last attack?"

"I don't think so, the monsters in the secret room don't know how to cast spells."

"Where is Slytherin's heir?"

...

The next day, the auditorium.

"Hey, have you heard of it? Another attack happened. It was not Cat who suffered this time. This time it was Colin Clivi, a first-year student in Gryffindor."

"Yes, I heard that when he was discovered, he was as stiff as the cat, and was petrified."

"It is said that he was attacked while he was going to see Harry Potter. It must have happened that the monster might have been attacking Harry Potter."

"This is not necessarily true, you have to know. Colin Clivie is a Muggle-born wizard. He may have been premeditated by the attack. The monster doesn't know who is pure blood. Someone must be instructing him behind his back..."

"What are you talking about?" Silver walked into the crowd talking.

"Jack, you don't know yet." Michael Corner said mysteriously, "What happened yesterday!" Silver punched him unhappily. "If you want to say it, don't be fooled." Terry Butter smiled and said, "Let me say it, last night, another attack occurred in the school hospital. Like the last attack, the victims were petrified. But this time it was not a cat, but a first-year student of Gryffindor, Colin Clivi. He was found by Mrs. Pomfrey and fell to the stairs. According to inference, he should have been attacked when he wanted to sneak in to see Harry Potter. But some people believe that Colin Clivi was attacked because of his Muggle blood."

"Have you found the murderer?" Silver asked.

"No, no trace was found." Terry Butter said. "But, I want to recommend a product to you." Terry Butter took out a wrinkled amulet from his pocket - "This is the high-end amulet I bought for three Gallons, which can protect you from being attacked by monsters, Jack, would you also have one?"

Silver walked away with a stern face. "Don't go, Jack." Terry Butt shouted from behind. "If you are not satisfied, I still have amethyst, magic onions, and so on. Don't you think about it anymore? Jack."
Chapter completed!