Chapter 114: Things I Don't Want to Happen
Bang!
With the faint crack of bone, the Bludger finally found the opening it had been searching for in midair and slammed hard into Harry's right arm.
Harry screamed in pain and fell from his Nimbus 2000.
He plunged rapidly through the storm before crashing heavily onto the muddy grass, sending murky water splashing everywhere.
"He's fallen!"
"Harry!"
Terrified screams erupted from the stands as the Gryffindors swarmed toward the pitch.
At the highest point of the stands, Tamara finally released the iron railing she had nearly crushed in her hands.
She leaned back against her chair, panting heavily, letting the cold rain beat against her already soaked cheeks.
The electric current within her body was still raging. Every nerve screamed in protest, yet a nearly cruel pleasure flickered deep in her eyes.
Had he broken his neck?
It would be best if he never got up again.
Unfortunately, contrary to her wishes, although Harry was curled up in the mud in pain, he was clearly still alive.
Worse still, a conspicuous attention seeker in bright pink robes, looking like a flamboyant flamingo, pushed through the crowd and squeezed to Harry's side.
"Make way! Everyone, make way! I'm a Professor. Let me have a look!"
Gilderoy Lockhart shouted loudly, revealing a row of white teeth that still sparkled even in the rain.
He knelt beside Harry and pretentiously examined the arm bent at a bizarre angle.
"Oh, it is nothing serious. Just a broken bone, isn't it?" Lockhart drew his wand with complete confidence. "I only need one simple spell to mend it!"
"No... don't!" Harry was sweating from the pain, but his survival instinct made him shrink back desperately. "I want to go to the hospital wing. I want Madam Pomfrey..."
"Don't be shy, Harry! It will only take the blink of an eye!"
Tamara watched coldly from the stands, her lips curling with disdain.
With that useless piece of waste?
If he could mend a bone, Merlin might as well crawl out of his grave and recite a hymn of praise.
The so called bone mending spell he had just muttered was fundamentally mispronounced. If it were actually cast, it would most likely remove the bone entirely.
But what did that have to do with her?
If the saviour lost all the bones in his arm and turned into a soft bodied caterpillar that could only crawl across the ground, the image would be wonderfully satisfying.
Just as Tamara was preparing to enjoy this farce of a quack harming his patient with some degree of satisfaction...
[Ding! Highest level medical accident warning!]
That haunting system prompt flashed frantically in her mind, accompanied by a piercing red alarm.
[Detected that an incompetent Professor without a licence is performing an illegal operation! Harry Potter faces a severe risk of losing all the bones in his right arm, possibly leading to permanent disability!]
[Forced Mission: Terminator of Medical Disputes!]
[Mission Requirement: This tragedy must not be allowed to happen at Hogwarts! Please go down immediately, stop Lockhart's foolish behaviour at all costs, and ensure Potter receives proper treatment!]
Tamara's expression instantly darkened to the extreme.
"In your dreams," she roared through gritted teeth in her mind.
"I have already endured that damned lightning strike. Whether he becomes a cripple now or turns into a pile of mud has absolutely nothing to do with me!"
The system seemed to have expected her resistance. At this moment, its electronic voice became incredibly cold, even carrying a hint of lethal threat.
[Mission Reward: Basic Mana Potion x 1.]
[Designated Skill Book x 1.]
[Life +5.]
[Failure Penalty: Immediate execution of Level Five Lightning Strike.]
[Warm Tip: Level Five Lightning Strike will cause deep overload of the cerebral cortex. You will lose all control over your body and facial expressions, turning into a pure bred idiot who giggles everywhere and might even hug Dumbledore while calling him Mama.]
[Duration: 48 hours.]
"..."
Tamara's breathing stopped completely.
She could grit her teeth and endure physical pain, but if she lost her sanity, if her proud mind turned into mush, if all of Hogwarts watched her behave like a simpleton for two whole days...
That would be ten thousand times crueler than killing her outright.
"You... despicable, shameless, bottomless piece of trash..."
Tamara let out a desperate and frantic curse in her heart, but her body humiliatingly compromised before that uncrossable line.
Besides, the rewards this time were indeed not bad.
"Make way!"
Tamara shoved aside the student in front of her and stumbled down from the stands.
Because of the full ten seconds of electric shock she had just endured, her legs were now limp and weak, unable to exert any strength.
With every step, her muscles spasmed under the unbearable burden.
Her meticulously groomed black hair was now messily plastered to her paper white cheeks.
Cold sweat from her forehead mixed with the icy rain, dripping continuously down her jaw, which was taut from enduring the intense pain.
The most critical part was her eyes.
Because of the lingering agony of the electric shock that had struck her very soul, her eyes were flushed red beyond her control, with physiological tears swirling within them.
Those dark eyes, which usually held only cold killing intent, now seemed covered in a fragile mist, as if they might shatter at the slightest touch.
When Tamara staggered out of the Slytherin stands, half falling and half walking, the crowd automatically parted before her.
Everyone stared in shock at this usually elegant and cold Slytherin.
"Oh my god... Tamara, she..." Hermione covered her mouth, staring at that pale face in disbelief.
Draco followed behind her, his mouth hanging open in shock. Even if he did not want to admit it, Tamara's current state seemed to indicate only one thing.
She was worried about Harry.
In everyone's eyes, the logic of the situation was perfectly seamless.
Just now, when Harry had been in danger in the sky, Tamara had sat in the stands trembling with worry, her face deathly pale.
And now that Harry had broken his arm and his life was uncertain, this girl who was usually so cold had actually become so anxious about his injury that her eyes were misty with tears and she could barely walk steadily.
What a deep, heart wrenching bond between schoolmates.
Tamara had no idea what these students were thinking. Her mind was filled with only one thing.
Stop that peacock before he waved his wand and ensure she did not turn into an idiot.
"Back up, Harry, this needs a bit of space..." Lockhart rolled up his sleeves, raised his wand, and aimed it at Harry's broken arm. "Brackium Emen..."
At the critical moment, just as that incorrect syllable was about to leave his mouth.
"Expelliarmus!"
A sharp red light instantly split through the curtain of rain and struck Lockhart's wrist with precision.
"Ouch!"
Lockhart cried out in pain. The wand in his hand flew free at once, tracing an arc through the air before falling into a mud pit ten metres away.
His spell was interrupted. Startled, he turned his head in bewilderment and irritation.
He saw Tamara standing in the mud a few steps away, her chest heaving violently.
The arm holding her holly wand trembled slightly in the air from exhaustion and weakness.
In those tear filled eyes, there was a ruthlessness and disgust that made him shudder.
"Get lost...!"
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