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The Rogue Bludger
Hetriedtositup,butthepainwasterrible.Heheardafamiliarclickingnoisenearby.
"Idon’twantaphotoofthis,Colin,"hesaidloudly.
"Lieback,Harry,"saidLockhartsoothingly."It’sasimplecharmI’veusedcountlesstimes—"
"Whycan’tIjustgotothehospitalwing?"saidHarrythroughclenchedteeth.
"Heshouldreally,Professor,"saidamuddyWood,whocouldn’thelpgrinningeventhoughhisSeekerwasinjured."Greatcapture,Harry,reallyspectacular,yourbestyet,I’dsay—"
Throughthethicketoflegsaroundhim,HarryspottedFredandGeorgeWeasley,wrestlingtherogueBludgerintoabox.Itwasstillputtingupaterrificfight.
"Standback,"saidLockhart,whowasrollinguphisjade-greensleeves.
"No-don’t-"saidHarryweakly, butLockhartwastwirlinghiswandandasecondlaterhaddirecteditstraightatHarry’sarm.
AstrangeandunpleasantsensationstartedatHarry’sshoulderandspreadallthewaydowntohisfingertips.Itfeltasthoughhisarmwasbeingdeflated. Hedidn’tdarelookatwhatwashappening.Hehadshuthiseyes,hisfaceturnedawayfromhisarm,buthisworstfearswererealizedasthepeopleabovehimgaspedandColinCreeveybeganclickingawaymadly. Hisarmdidn’thurtanymore-nordiditfeelremotelylikeanarm.
"Ah,"saidLockhart."Yes.Well,thatcansometimeshappen.Butthepointis,thebonesarenolongerbroken.That’sthethingtobearinmind.
