The Killing of Wind Arrow

He saw a row of shiny teeth. "Oh no," he moaned. "I don't know what he's talking about," Lockhart said aloud to the Gryffindor students gathered around anxiously. "Don't worry, Harry. I was just about to treat your arm."

"No!" said Harry. "Just let it be, thank you."

He tried to sit up, but his arm hurt so bad. He heard a familiar click next to him.

"I don't want to take pictures like that, Colin," he exclaimed.

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's a simple spell that I've used countless times."

Augustus stood on the sidelines and watched coldly. Since there was a teacher who took action, obviously he didn't need to do anything more, but for some reason, looking at Lockhart's shiny teeth and penetrating smile, Augustus always felt a little uncomfortable.

"Why can't I just go to the hospital?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"He really should have gone to the hospital," said a muddy Wood, who couldn't hold back a smile despite the injury to his Seeker. "Your catch is amazing, Harry, it's amazing, I've never seen you do it so well."

Harry looked through the many legs packed around him and saw brothers Fred and George Weasley desperately trying to press the wild Bludger into the box. Bludger still struggled fiercely. "Stand back," Lockhart said, rolling up the sleeves of his emerald green suit. "Don't—don't—" Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already spinning his wand. A second later, he aimed his wand at Harry's arm.

A strange, very unpleasant feeling like lightning shot from Harry's shoulders to the tips of his fingers. It was as if his arm was being pumped out. He didn't dare to see what was going on, he closed his eyes and turned his face to one side. But as people around him gasped and Colin Creevey was busy taking pictures again, he found his worst fears came true. His arm didn't hurt -- but it didn't feel like it; it didn't feel like an arm at all.

Augustus patted his forehead. Sure enough, his feeling was correct. It was a joke to ask Lockhart to cast a spell on Harry's behalf. In the future, I would rather trust Filch than trust Lockhart to be able to deal with things.

Harry stood up, feeling his body twitch oddly to one side. He took a deep breath and looked down at his right side. The sight before him almost made him faint again.

Protruding from his sleeve looked like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove. He tried moving his fingers, but there was no response.

Lockhart didn't take Harry's bones. He removed all the bones.

"You should go to the hospital. It was originally a not-too-serious injury. Now it seems that you need to drink a few bottles of raw bone spirit to be cured." Augustus looked at Harry with a regretful look. If He shot early, the incident would not have turned out like this. In the final analysis, Lockhart played a crucial role.

Harry limped away from the arena with Ron's help, and Lockhart looked at the strange eyes around him, without the slightest bit of shame, he said triumphantly: "At least Harry's arm doesn't hurt anymore, in fact, It is to help him stop the pain first, and then let him go to the hospital for treatment. After all, if the pain is too severe, Harry may not be able to go to the hospital in time. Let's go. If you want to learn my pain-relieving spell, you can come to me alone. Talk to me in the office."

The surrounding students shuddered inexplicably when they heard this, and hurriedly left the scene in groups of three. Lockhart looked at the students who were leaving quickly, shrugged helplessly, and turned to leave the Quidditch pitch.

In the afternoon, in the room upon request, Augustus stood in front of the three of Loki.

"You have mastered enough first-level spells now. The following is the actual combat time. As a mage, no matter how reliable the basic knowledge is, it is only an appearance. Only by comprehending and creating in real combat can you find a suitable rhythm. You guys Let's do it in twos and twos, starting with Malfoy and Loki."

"Last time because Mr. Augustus let you escape, you have to be careful this time, I won't be merciful." Loki stood on the side of the duel arena with a cane in one hand, with a trace of the rebellious face on his face. smile.

"Who doesn't speak big words, be careful not to flash your tongue, I'm looking forward to this battle with you, just to verify what I've learned over the past few days, I hope you don't just pretend and make me unable to enjoy myself. "Malfoy didn't buy Loki's account at all and fought back strongly.

"Let's start." Augustus waved his hand, motioning for them to start their duel.

Loki unhurriedly chanted a spell and applied a primary ice armor technique to himself. The primary ice armor technique had a chance to resist some damage from hostile spells, and could not be absorbed completely. When it exceeded its carrying capacity, it would be invalid.

Malfoy released the spell and blessed himself with the elegance of the wind, and then cast the first-level spell Wind Blade, the transparent wind blade galloped towards Loki with a speed that Peimer could not block.

Loki waved his wand with a relaxed look on his face, and there were words in his mouth. A long spear made of ice condensed in mid-air. After the ice spear technique was constructed, he went to face the wind blade in mid-air, cutting the wind blade first. Then, still undiminished, he shot Malfoy away. The wind blade that was cut off in the air hit Loki's ice armor, without the slightest ripple, it was directly absorbed.

Malfoy looked at the ice gun in the air, he didn't dare to be careless, relying on the elegant speed of the wind, he dodged directly, and the ice gun hit the open space of the duel field and slowly disappeared.

Malfoy began to rely on the graceful speed of the wind to roam the field. At the blind spot of Loki, he chanted the spell again to release the spell. This time, Loki did not escape and was trapped in place by Malfoy's shackles of wind. A thin rope of wind spun around Loki, and Loki tried the offensive spell and found that he couldn't get rid of it at all.

The next spell was the lore, and Malfoy's eyes flashed with joy, using the atmosphere as the bow, the brilliance as the arrow, and bearing the power of my will. At the front of Malfoy's wand, a longbow formed from the void was formed, and a pale white light arrow flashed brightly. The bow was drawn and the string was drawn, and the light arrow shot towards Loki at a speed invisible to the naked eye. At this time, Loki was completely A target that cannot move is completely incomprehensible to this mantra, which is agile with its speed.

A look of shock flashed in Lillian's eyes. Could it be that Malfoy was going to win? Malfoy took two attempts to learn the meditation speed, and the construction of the magic string was even more than a day behind the two of them. So powerful, could it be that wind spells are more suitable for combat?

At this time, Loki was trapped in place and couldn't move. A light arrow in the sky was coming through the void. The next second, perhaps the moment of witnessing the victory or defeat flashed in Augustus' silver pupils.