Harry Potter Blood Hunter

"Harry!"

Almost screaming, Harry's friends rushed to his side.

The fastest among them was Draco who flew down from the sky with the Nimbus 2001.

However, because Draco's Nimbus 2001 had some malfunctions, there were some minor accidents when he landed... Draco fell into a big somersault as soon as he fell to the ground.

Nothing serious, just nosebleeds from both nostrils at the same time.

But this little injury couldn't shake Draco, he quickly stood up and ran to Harry, took out his wand and put out the fire that was still burning on Harry.

Although he didn't fall directly to the ground, he was hit by lightning directly and his whole body was on fire. No matter how you look at it, it can't be a minor injury, right?

"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Draco couldn't control his emotions, and shouted Harry's name, hoping that he would wake up.

However, Harry didn't respond.

The others had also arrived at Harry's side by this time.

Harry's friends are without exception, whether it is Hermione Ron or other members of the Quidditch team, they are all calling Harry's name...

Maybe they all think that this can really make Harry sober!

Dumbledore also came very quickly. He looked at Harry's state with a frown, and with a wave of his hand, Harry floated up.

In Harry's current state, of course he had to be sent to the medical wing as soon as possible.

No one objected, they were all following Harry to the castle.

But at this moment, a furious roar suddenly came from midair, "Malfoy, where are you going? The game is not over yet!"

It was Flint, captain of the Slytherin team, who yelled these words.

He didn't care if Harry Potter was struck by lightning. Are there still few players who fall into a coma due to various accidents every time they play?

And it's even better if they get hit, so they're the only team left with Seekers. Now that the rain has stopped, it is easier to catch the Golden Snitch. How can I lose?

Of course, the premise is that Draco Malfoy, the Seeker, is still on the field.

Draco heard Flint's shout, and his anger rose all of a sudden, "Flint, you..."

At this moment, a palm suddenly patted Draco's shoulder, and Braud's voice came, "It's okay, Draco! You don't need to be as knowledgeable as this guy who doesn't have eyes!"

As he spoke, Browder glanced at Flint. Just this one glance made Flint subconsciously control the broom to fly backward for a certain distance.

Scared.

And Browder's voice made Draco calm down a little.

But... what does Browder mean.

Turning around, Browder said to Principal Dumbledore who was about to send Harry away, "Principal, stop for a moment! Let me give Harry an emergency treatment first!"

Dumbledore trusted Braud very much now, and he really stopped when he heard his shout.

Browder ran two quick steps to Harry's side, took out his silver wand and said a healing spell.

The key is that there is also "quick recovery", which made the comatose Harry suddenly make a sound.

Well, that's why Browder wanted to complain about those people just now... Have all these guys forgotten that they are wizards?

In fact, from Browder's point of view, there was nothing serious about Harry. Although he didn't know what happened in the sky just now, Harry was very stable both in body and soul.

He fainted because of the body's self-protection caused by a sudden strong external force.

And based on the sudden stop and rain just now, Browder wondered if Gaia, who had nothing to do, made some arrangements.

But putting those things aside, Browder discovered another situation with Harry! Harry had to wake up to deal with the whole situation.

After being healed by the spell, Harry woke up slowly.

The moment he woke up, a series of images flashed in Harry's mind, all he did to save Draco just now,

And the last big lightning that slashed straight at him.

Am I... dead?

That was Harry's first reaction.

Harry thought of the big black dog he saw just now—is it true that the unknown is true?

But the next moment, Harry heard his friends calling him.

Struggling to open his eyes, Harry saw the concerned faces of his friends, especially Draco, who seemed to be blaming himself.

And Headmaster Dumbledore and Braud...

OK... I'm not dead!

Seeing Principal Dumbledore and Browder, Harry was completely relieved... With them around, it would be difficult for him to want to die, right?

But it was also at this time that Browder's voice rang in Harry's ear again, "Harry, the Slytherin team still wants to continue the game, what do you think?"

Um? Do you want to continue the game?

No need! It has ended!

At this time, Harry suppressed the numbness in his body, struggled to raise his right arm, and turned his clenched fist over and opened it.

The very clean Golden Snitch stayed there safely.

Wow!

Everyone around Harry gasped.

Browder laughed speechlessly beside him... What a wonderful Harry! I didn't forget to catch the golden snitch!

Think about it too, whether it is the broom being controlled in the first grade and almost falling from the air, but still using the mouth to swallow the Snitch, or the right hand being interrupted by the out-of-control Bludger in the second grade and still using the left hand to catch the Snitch, these You can see Harry's dedication to the Golden Snitch.

Or, is it the obsession with winning?

Mrs. Hooch flew in the air above Harry's head. She blew the long whistle for the end of the game as soon as she saw the Snitch, "Harry Potter caught the Snitch! Gryffindor won 150!" Points! The game is over!"

Everyone in the audience was stunned!

Then... Of course, everything boiled over.

"Harry Potter...Harry Potter...Harry Potter..."

Such shouting could not be stopped at all.

Because this is so cool!

As for the Slytherin players who were still flying in the air, they instantly became depressed.

Lost again.

...

Harry himself was taken to the hospital wing anyway after showing the Snitch.

Seeing Harry, Madam Pomfrey's first reaction in the hospital wing was... impatience.

Why are you here again?

Harry himself couldn't tell.

If last year could be regarded as being tricked by Dobby, then this year's situation is really voluntary by himself.

Oh, maybe blame the big black dog?

After the examination, Madam Pomfrey said to the disbelief of others that there was nothing wrong with Harry, as long as he rested for two days, he would be fine.

Draco, Ron, Hermione, and the others certainly didn't believe it...Harry was struck directly by lightning, okay?

Madam Pomfrey was so annoyed by them that she finally let go...and let Harry stay in the hospital until the weekend.

Harry didn't say much. Just don't let her throw away the wreckage of the Nimbus 2000. .

In this incident, Harry suffered the most

The blow, is that his Nimbus 2000 was burned out... a real wreck.

Harry knew it was stupid, knew that Nimbus 2000 was beyond repair, but he couldn't help it, he felt like he'd lost a best friend.

Draco patted his chest for the situation... He came to buy Harry's new broom.

Although Harry didn't say it, Draco felt that Harry ran into him to save him - catching the Snitch was incidental - so of course he was responsible for Harry's broken broom.

Ron and Hermione, unaware of the situation, gave Draco a thumbs up... well done.

But since you are buying a new broom for Harry, don't buy the Nimbus series!

Buy the latest Firebolt directly!

Thinking of the various data of the latest Firebolt, Ron's saliva was about to flow out.

But his words only got Draco a roll of his eyes.

Firebolt! How could he afford it!

And now you need to queue up to buy Firebolts, okay? For next year's World Cup, many national teams have come to buy Firebolts. After a few years of ordering, it is impossible for him himself.

Although Harry knew that the Firebolt was good, he wouldn't ask for it... After all, it was too expensive.

But what Harry didn't expect was that the Firebolt would soon be in his hands.

After Harry entered the hospital wing, many people came to see him, all intent on cheering him up.

Hagrid gave him a bouquet of ground centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbages; Close it and press it under a dish or fruit, and it will sing shrilly.

Draco, Ron and Hermione only left Harry's bedside at night. But no matter what people said or did, it couldn't make Harry feel any better, because people only knew half of his troubles.

Harry didn't tell anyone what he saw ominously, not even Draco, Ron or Hermione, because he knew Draco and Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

However, the truth is that it has appeared twice, and both times it has been followed by events that almost made Harry feel anxious and almost died.

Was Ji Xiang going to haunt him until he was actually dead? Was he going to be on guard against the beast for the rest of his life?

And when Harry was so anxious, someone came to see him suddenly.

It's the coach of the British national team.

When Harry was playing, he was watching Harry's condition on the spot.

So now, he is really full of praise for Harry's overall situation.

Whether it's Kuiqidi's skills or his dedication to winning or losing, they are all what he wants and what the national team needs.

Harry was embarrassed by his compliment.

It didn't matter though, because Harry was stunned the next moment!

Because the coach, who was about to catch up with Hagrid, took out a well-wrapped gift from his coat pocket... at first glance, it looked like the packaging of a broom.

And after Harry opened the package, he was stunned to see a Firebolt that he was dreaming of now.

The Firebolt is of course the standard equipment of the British national team! Just now that Harry's original broom broke, he could use this new one.

Harry was very excited holding the Firebolt.

That night, when Draco and the others came to the hospital wing and saw the Firebolt that Harry was still holding, his jaw really dropped.

Harry, did you conjure this up?

Change one for us too!

...

On Monday, Harry was relieved to be back in the hustle and bustle of the main campus.

In the past two days, there were too many young wizards who came to his ward, calling him to visit him, but actually to see what the Firebolt looked like, and Harry couldn't take it anymore.

"If Snape comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts class again, I'll call in sick." Ron said, when they had finished lunch and were about to go to Professor Lupin's class, "Hermione, go and see Who's coming to class?"

Hermione looked around the classroom door, "It's all right!"

Professor Lupine is back in class. He did look sick. His old robes hung more baggy, and there were dark shadows under his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they sat down. And they immediately complained bitterly about Snape's behavior when Lupine was sick.

"It's not fair, he just came to substitute for the class, why did he give us homework?"

"We don't know what a werewolf is—"

"Or two rolls of parchment!"

"Didn't you tell Professor Snape that we haven't learned that yet?" Lupine asked, frowning slightly.

Everyone complained again. "Yes, but he said we are too behind!"

"He didn't listen..."

"Or two rolls of parchment!"

Everyone was indignant, and Professor Lupine just smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll tell Professor Snape. You don't have to write that paper."

"Oh no," said Hermione. Disappointed, "I've finished writing."

Harry and Ron laughing beside

This class is very enjoyable. Professor Lupine brought a glass tank containing Hinkpunk, a one-legged guy who looked like he was made of wisps of smoke, was fragile, and didn't look like he wanted to hurt anyone.

"Luring travelers into swamps," said Professor Lupine, and the students took notes. "Did you notice that light hanging from its front feet? Jumping in front - people follow the light - and then -"

Hinkpunk made a horrible creaking sound against the glass above his head.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone packed up their things and walked to the door, Harry was among them, but...

"Wait a minute, Harry," Lupine called to him, "I have something to tell you.

Harry snapped back. Watch as Professor Luhu covers the box containing the Hinkpunk with a cloth.

"I've heard about the race," said Lupine, turning to the podium table to pack the books in his briefcase. "I'm sorry about your broomstick too. Can it be repaired?"