A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had already been decided, a fact known to many, so the audience gradually turned their attention to the two Seekers.

Draco's broom is a Nimbus 2001, which is slightly faster than Harry's Nimbus 2000, giving him a slight advantage in equipment.

Unfortunately, this advantage was completely negated by the wildly moving ball that followed.

After a long chase, both of them were exhausted, but neither was willing to admit defeat.

Draco had always wanted to defeat Harry Potter fair and square as the Seeker, and his chance came after Slytherin had secured the victory.

Harry just wanted Gryffindor to lose gracefully; the difference between 200 to 190 and 350 to 400 wasn't significant and wouldn't affect the outcome.

Although it was a bit frustrating, a narrow defeat was infinitely better than a crushing defeat.

The two accelerated as they endured the ordeal, and after creating some distance between themselves and the wandering ball, they simultaneously reached out with their left and right hands to grab the golden snitch.

boom!

The ball flew between the two, and Draco was slightly less lucky, getting hit in the left arm and falling off the broom.

Fortunately, they were flying at a relatively low altitude; otherwise, it would have been unreasonable for them to fall and break several bones.

Harry was more seriously injured when the ball hit his right arm, knocking off his brown wristband.

After he dropped his broom, he slid for more than ten meters on the lawn before barely stopping, but he also caught his trophy, a golden snitch.

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, earning Gryffindor a score of 150."

But the final score was 200 to 19, and Slytherin won.

As Jordan's voice faded, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

However, some people rushed down from the stands to the pitch, since there were still two Seekers lying on the ground.

Aaron went to Draco, and the other Slytherin members flew to his side.

"Sorry, we didn't catch the Golden Snitch."

“That’s pretty good,” Flint said thoughtfully. “To be honest, I’m angry, after all, our Seeker lost.”

But this was truly an exception. No one could find fault with your performance; you were just a little unlucky.

The others nodded in agreement. Draco had played exceptionally well today; if it were them, they would probably have given up after the score exceeded 150.

"By the way, where's that wandering ball?" Draco said, perking up. "Gryffindor must have tampered with it."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads to one side and silently rejected the guess.

The ball flew above Harry and then slammed down hard. If he hadn't rolled over in time, his face would probably have been smashed flat.

"The flames are blazing."

A fierce burst of flame shot from the tip of Aaron's wand, shattering the wandering ball to pieces.

"You're welcome. Consider it revenge for you," Aaron said as he walked over.

Draco tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, a sharp pain shot through his left arm, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Broken bones?"

“I think so,” Draco said with a wry smile. “I clearly heard my bones cracking when I was knocked down.”

"do not move."

Aaron raised his left arm. "How do you think Harry Potter's situation is compared to yours?"

"Haha! He's definitely better than me..."

Click!

A sharp crack was heard, followed by a painful scream.

"It's alright, I've put the bones back in place for you."

Draco tried to shake his arm; there was no pain from a broken bone, but his arm was still burning.

"Do you know how to do this?"

“Sometimes Muggle methods are more effective than magic,” Aaron chuckled, then looked at the Slytherins gathered around him. “You two take him to the infirmary.”

Crabbe and Gore realized what was happening and lifted Draco up on either side, leading him off the field.

Aaron then looked at another group of people, a group of Gryffindors surrounding Harry. He struggled to squeeze in. "Your arm is broken too?"

It looks a bit more serious than Draco's. Do you need help?

Harry nodded blankly. He had just seen Aaron twist Draco's arm back, so naturally he wouldn't refuse.

But then Lockhart took out his wand. "Don't worry, I'll heal your arm right away."

“No, please don’t.” Harry strongly resisted. He had gotten to know his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher well these days, and his most reliable trait was his unreliability.

Entrusting your arm to him is no different than entrusting an operation to a caregiver.

"Let Aaron do it! He's experienced."

“Don’t worry, it’s a very simple spell. I’ve tried it countless times.” Lockhart ignored him and instead rolled up Harry’s sleeve. “It won’t hurt at all.”

Harry wanted to refuse, but Lockhart had already cast the spell, "Forearm Repair".

A blue light flashed, and Harry's eyes widened slightly. His arm did feel less painful, but something still felt off, as if something was missing.

Lockhart confidently raised his arm, eliciting gasps from those around him, and many people turned their faces away in distress.

This right arm can no longer be called an arm, because there is no bone inside; it's like a piece of rubber.

"Hiss!" Aaron gasped. He thought Ron's wand was already outrageous enough, but Lockhart was even more amazing.

"May I ask, Professor, has this spell, which you've tried countless times, ever succeeded?"

“Well… don’t make such a fuss, sometimes it’s like that,” Lockhart explained somewhat awkwardly. “The point is that Harry doesn’t feel any pain, and none of his bones are broken.”

Aaron: ......

"From the bottom of my heart, Azkaban really needs someone like you."

"Really? I also think the criminals there would be afraid of me."

"No, what I mean is that if you performed comedy, you would definitely bring those criminals a long-lost sense of joy."

Chapter 163 A Close Call with the Basilisk

School hospital.

Madam Pomfrey rushed to the bedside and lifted Harry's limp right arm. "I can't believe it."

You should have come directly to me; I can put the bone back in place in a second.

“Aaron can do it too.” Draco, lying on the next bed, gloated and raised his left arm. “Potter, I really admire your courage to actually let Lockhart treat you.”

Perhaps you should feel fortunate; you only lost a few bones, and at least you saved your arm.

“I didn’t let him treat me.” Harry was also on the verge of tears. Lockhart had such a high opinion of himself that he couldn’t stop him.

"This only proves that Lockhart likes you very much."

“That’s enough, Mr. Malfoy. You can leave now if there’s nothing else,” Madam Pomfrey said sternly, then tossed Harry a set of pajamas. “You may have to stay here for the night.”

"Will his bones grow back?" Hermione asked with some concern.

“Yes, but it will hurt a lot.” Madam Pomfrey poured Harry a glass of Bone Gel. “This night will be tough; growing bones is a very uncomfortable thing.”

Harry didn't hesitate at all and drank it down in one gulp. He could still tell the difference between a difficult night and a lifetime of hardship.

However, the taste of the Bone Spirit was truly unpalatable to him; it felt like a raging fire in his mouth, and he spat out the potion before he could even swallow it.

"Do you still think this is pumpkin juice?" Mrs. Pomfrey rolled her eyes at him and poured him another glass with a sigh.

......

As evening fell, the last blush of the sunset faded.

Aaron placed the old book, which recorded the habits of the basilisk, on Mrs. Pince's desk. "I've come to return the book. Thank you so much this time, thank you very much."

“You’re welcome, Mr. Gaius. It’s my pleasure,” Mrs. Pince said with a smile. “You seem to be in a good mood today. It seems this book has been very helpful to you.”

"Yes! They were a huge help."

Walking down the corridor, Aaron felt particularly relaxed.

The Basilisk's natural enemy has been obtained. All that remains is to find the Chamber of Secrets or Slytherin's heir, and everything will be settled.

Just then, a figure appeared at the entrance of the building. Colin walked out, holding a camera in one hand and a bunch of grapes in the other.

"Senior, what a coincidence!" Colin said with a grin.

"That's quite a coincidence. What are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to check out Harry Potter; there probably aren't many people here at this time."

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, are you also planning to take a picture of him and get his autograph?"

Colin nodded shyly, then said with admiration, "You saw his performance on the court today, right?"

Although Gryffindor lost, that grab was absolutely awesome, so spectacular!

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. This was his little fanboy!

With so many people on the field, all eyes were on Harry Potter. If Draco hadn't been a little unlucky, the Golden Snitch might not have been caught by him.

"Go ahead! And please wish him a speedy recovery for me."

"Got it," Colin said, then continued walking towards the school hospital.

Roar!

Abe suddenly let out a low growl, and his expression became particularly solemn.

"No way! You're saying that monster is right around here?"

Aaron swallowed hard, remaining vigilant while also trying to figure out when he had slipped up and how he had been spotted by the heir of Slytherin so quickly.

Borrowing books from the library? Impossible.

Although the wall of books was extravagant, few people noticed it, and no one knew what books he had borrowed; Mrs. Pince would keep it a secret for him.

Did they secretly catch two roosters? That's even more unacceptable.