"Win! Win!"
The sound from the Hufflepuff stands was deafening.
Charlie's presence had already overshadowed Gryffindor.
Gryffindor Chaser Angelina even swallowed hard.
Harry, on his broom, looked at the high-spirited Hufflepuff players opposite him, feeling a sense of unease.
Their brooms were already superior, and now their momentum was so overwhelming; it was definitely not good news for them.
In the Hufflepuff stands.
As Charlie and Senior Jenny returned, the crowd gradually quieted.
Charlie had left the throne in the team's locker room.
He hadn't carried it with him.
Senior Jenny and the others carried flying swords on their backs.
The hilt protruded from behind their shoulders.
It looked particularly conspicuous.
The Hufflepuff students gathered around.
"What kind of broom is this?"
A second-year student curiously touched a sword hilt.
"I've never seen anything like it."
Senior Jenny smiled.
"Charlie gave it to us; he said it's not called a broom, but a flying sword."
Someone else asked,
"Why do you carry it on your back?"
"Isn't it more convenient to hold it in your hand?"
Jenny didn't know either.
She looked at Charlie.
Hearing the question, Charlie gave a charming, wicked smile.
"Because we are from a righteous sect, flying swords must be carried on our backs."
"Holding them in hand would make us demonic cultivators, wouldn't it?"
Everyone looked bewildered.
They completely didn't understand what Charlie was saying.
Charlie sighed helplessly.
He just couldn't remember the plot, otherwise, he would definitely bring the novels from his previous life here to open their eyes.
To let them know what it means, 'thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river!'
What it means, 'grab it, and instantly refine it!'
Referee Madam Hooch flew to the center of the field.
She blew her whistle.
"Team captains, shake hands!"
The two team captains flew to the middle.
Gryffindor Captain Wood and Hufflepuff Captain Cedric shook hands.
Cedric had a smile on his face.
"Good luck."
Wood forced a smile.
"You too."
They released hands and returned to their respective teams.
Madam Hooch opened the box.
The Bludgers and the Golden Snitch flew out.
She grabbed the Quaffle.
"Ready!"
The whistle blew.
The Quaffle was thrown into the air.
The game began.
Hufflepuff's Chasers immediately rushed towards the Quaffle.
Gryffindor's Chasers were not to be outdone.
The two teams tangled in the air.
But Hufflepuff was clearly stronger.
They cooperated perfectly, passing accurately.
With the enhancement of the nimbus 2001, Gryffindor found it difficult to defend.
Five minutes later, the score was already thirty to zero.
Cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff stands.
"Beautiful!"
"Another goal!"
The Gryffindor stands, however, were silent.
Wood's face was ashen.
He desperately guarded the goal, but Hufflepuff's offense was too fierce.
Harry circled in the air, searching for the Golden Snitch.
But he felt a bit anxious.
With his teammates being overwhelmed, he wasn't feeling good either.
Just then, he saw the Golden Snitch.
The Snitch was on the other side of the field, flying downwards.
Harry immediately dove down.
Cedric also saw the Snitch.
He followed closely behind Harry.
The two descended rapidly.
The wind whistled in their ears.
They stretched out their hands, getting closer and closer to the Snitch.
But Cedric, with the advantage of his long reach and broom, was clearly closer to the golden snitch.
Just as he was about to catch it,
A Bludger suddenly flew from the side.
It struck Harry's broom.
Harry's broom jolted violently.
He lost his balance, almost falling off the broom.
This caused Cedric to also wobble.
But Fred, not far away, reacted quickly, batting the Bludger away with his bat.
Unfortunately, by the time both of them regained their balance, the Golden Snitch had already flown far away.
Harry gritted his teeth.
He continued to search for the Snitch's whereabouts.
But that Bludger curved around and came after Harry again.
Harry desperately pulled his broom upwards, but the ball seemed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing him.
"What's going on with this Bludger?"
Fred and George flew over, their bats swinging ferociously.
They both struck the Bludger simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right.
"Bang!"
The Bludger was hit away, tumbling a few times in the air, then changed direction and continued to chase Harry.
Gasps of surprise rose from the stands.
"This isn't right!"
"Why is the Bludger only chasing Harry?"
Hermione stood up, frowning as she stared at the field.
Ron also noticed the abnormality.
"Someone must have cursed Harry."
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Draco next to him.
"Malfoy, was it you?!"
"Last year, all the Quidditch brooms had protective Spells on them."
"This year, you're tampering with the Bludger."
Draco was watching with great interest, and hearing Ron's shout, he rolled his eyes.
"Weasley, is your brain filled with Troll dung?"
He crossed his arms, looking at Ron askance.
"If I could cast a Spell, would I wait until today?"
Even though Draco denied it, they still harbored suspicions. What if he had convinced Snape to cast the Spell?
On the field, the Bludger caught up again.
Harry swerved sharply, his broom almost losing balance.
But the ball relentlessly pursued him, whistling as it slammed into him.
"Bang!"
The Bludger struck Harry's left arm hard.
Harry screamed, falling off his broom.
The stands erupted instantly.
"Harry!"
Hermione shrieked, standing up.
Ron's face was pale, and he desperately pushed his way forward.
Charlie sat in his seat, raising his wand, aiming it in the direction Harry was falling.
A faint glow flashed from the tip of his wand.
The ground suddenly softened, the earth churned, turning into a swamp.
Harry fell into the swamp, splashing a large amount of mud.
But the swamp was soft, preventing secondary injury.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle.
"Game suspended!"
Ron and Hermione rushed down from the stands.
Charlie also stood up and walked towards the field.
Senior Jenny and the others followed behind him.
At the edge of the swamp, Harry was helped up by Fred and George.
He was covered in mud, and his left arm hung limply, clearly broken.
Hermione ran over, looking at Harry's arm with concern.
"Harry, your arm..."
Harry gritted his teeth, his face pale.
"I'm fine, it just hurts a little."
Ron was cursing beside him, condemning whoever had tampered with the Bludger.
Just then, Lockhart excitedly squeezed through.
He wore a magnificent purple robe, a confident smile on his face.
"Move aside, move aside, the Professor is here, let a professional handle this, alright?"
He walked to Harry's side and pulled out his wand.
"Don't worry, Potter."
"Healing broken bones is incredibly easy for me."
He raised his wand, aiming it at Harry's arm.
Then he froze.
"What was the Spell again?"
He mumbled softly, his eyes a bit unfocused.
"Bone-Mending?"
"Or Bone..."
Charlie frowned.
This guy didn't even know the Spell, and he dared to use it on someone?
It was known that a single pronunciation difference in the Levitation Charm could summon a wild bull to crush someone.
In Lockhart's state, he might very well blow off Harry's arm.
Seeing Lockhart like this, Harry was scared out of his wits.
"Um, Professor, actually I'm fine, I don't hurt at all."
Lockhart pulled Harry's left arm.
"Such a brave little fellow, still saying he's fine even like this."
"Don't worry, I'll heal you."
He waved his wand.
A beam of light shot from the wand.
Charlie's heart stirred, and a transparent light screen appeared on Harry's arm.
That was Charlie's level four Protego, which he could now cast silently and wandlessly, and the Spell's power was also very strong.
Lockhart's Spell struck the Protego.
The light was reflected, hitting Lockhart's own right hand directly.
Lockhart's right hand instantly went limp.
The bones disappeared.
His entire hand was like a lump of modeling clay, dangling limply.
Lockhart froze.
He raised his right hand, his entire arm dangling like a dead fish.
"Ah—"
Lockhart screamed, and his wand fell to the ground.
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