A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 276 Photographer Colin (Thanks to the generous donation of 10,000 coins from "Deep Sea Turtle"!)

Compared to his two predecessors, Malfoy was not so lucky.

When other people fall, there are warning signs, and the professors are able to catch them in time... But he sped along and crashed to the ground, and no one had time to react.

Therefore, Quidditch is not a safe sport.

When William first appeared on the court in the time loop, he had only been flying for thirty seconds when he was hit on the head by a stray ball and died on the spot.

No one in this world understands death better than William!

Malfoy let out a bloodcurdling scream, curled up in a ball on the grass, his robes stained with blood.

"I'm going to die!" he yelled. "I'm going to die... I'm never playing ball again!"

"The game is paused!" Lee shouted. "Malfoy has fallen to the ground and his leg is stuck in his head."

Based on my many years of clinical experience, it seems he has a broken leg; someone has gone to fetch Mrs. Pomfrey.

"They should immediately give the entire Ravenclaw team a permanent ban!" Pansy Parkinson said, her face streaked with tears.

"Qiu Zhang must be fired immediately, that bitch!"

Cedric had such sharp ears that he could hear Qiu's name from two or three miles away.

So he picked up seven or eight dung balls and threw them into the Slytherin audience, then pretended to be nonchalant and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Snape squinted, his gaze sweeping coldly over the twins as he scurried through the Gryffindor crowd.

Damn it! Don't let him catch them, or I'll kill them both!

At that moment, Lockhart pushed through the crowd and strode over.

"Make way, Professor Lockhart is here! Don't forget, I'm a Potions Master."

In the book "Dancing with Dementors," I rescued a Dementor Queen, who then gave me a passionate French kiss...

As Lockhart spoke, he squeezed through the crowd and finally reached Malfoy's side.

"Heh heh, that was a terrible fall... cough cough, I mean, unfortunate, really unfortunate!" Lockhart clicked his tongue in amazement, revealing a row of gleaming teeth.

"Kid, if you had half my Quidditch skills, you wouldn't have fallen... Of course, with that kind of ability, you'd be more than qualified to join the Scottish national team."

Not everyone is as gifted as I am.

"But it's okay, I can relieve your pain in a second."

Lockhart wanted to give Malfoy a medical check-up.

Malfoy lay on the grass, groaning and panting, telling Lockhart to get away and not touch him with his dirty hands.

"Don't worry! It will only hurt for a second, like getting a prick in the butt, and then it will stop hurting," Lockhart comforted her.

"It will be very comfortable and pleasurable. I'm very skilled and experienced in this area!"

"Alright!" Malfoy believed him and urged, "Be gentle, and hurry up!"

Lockhart smiled and nodded, rolled up the sleeves of his emerald green clothes, then twirled his wand and aimed it at Malfoy's thigh.

A strange, extremely uncomfortable sensation, like lightning, shot from Malfoy's corpus cavernosum to the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot.

The stimulation made him cry out.

Judy Crouch gasped. The Distraction Charm… she knew it all too well!

Back then, when she was still young and inexperienced, that's how she knocked off Professor Tywin's thigh bone.

I wonder if that man was happy or not in Azkaban.

A second later, Malfoy was indeed no longer in pain. He swayed as he stood up, only to fall to the ground again.

"My legs..."

"Ha!" Lockhart said, "Yes, that's right, sometimes that happens."

After all, walking will inevitably be a little uncomfortable after the first time.

But the key point is that the bone has been set. You absolutely must remember that.

"Alright, Malfoy, hurry to the hospital—Madame Pomfrey can—oh—do a little more touch-up for you."

"Where's my wand?" Malfoy cried, sprawled on the ground, his voice trembling with suppressed sobs. "I'm going to get my dad to fuck you to death!"

The crowd parted to make way for Madam Pomfrey, who finally arrived, pale-faced and completely ignoring Malfoy on the ground.

"What's wrong, Bobby?" Professor McGonagall asked anxiously.

"Minerva, an attack...another attack! The principal has ordered the match to end," Mrs. Pomfrey said sadly.

"Speak loudly!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "The match is canceled. Everyone, return to the lounge immediately."

Discontented hissing and shouting erupted from the crowd, especially from Wood.

This has happened so many times. Something always happens during every Quidditch match. Can't the evil dark wizard just do it on another day?

Why did they have to choose today?

When everyone returned to the house lounge, they learned that the person attacked was Colin Crevy of Gryffindor.

Mrs. Pomfrey found him in the corridor; she was holding medicine and rushed over to treat Malfoy.

Harry wasn't found near Colin this time, but the film rolls on Colin's camera were full of Harry's photos!

There are photos of people eating, using the toilet, and still in bed... all kinds of everyday photos and artistic photos... The most outrageous one is a photo of Harry in the bathroom.

In the photo, Harry is shirtless, holding a bar of soap, and smiling... I don't know how Colin managed to take the picture.

Colin's reputation as a paparazzi was instantly cemented.

Most importantly, he only filmed Harry... Ron spent most of his time with Harry, but was mercilessly overlooked from a certain angle... This is truly chilling.

Just imagine, a boy following you around all day and taking pictures of you with a camera every day... William couldn't help but think of the photography artists, Mr. Chen and Mr. Kang.

Well, this kind of thing isn't unusual in the UK.

All signs point to Harry being behind this.

Because during the match, Harry and Ron didn't watch the game, but instead wandered around the castle.

For a period of time, Harry went to the toilet alone and had no alibi.

Everyone believed that Harry secretly shook off Ron and went to kill Colin, who was following him at the time.

Similarly, Colin didn't die; when he woke up, he was muttering Harry Potter... just like Filch's symptoms.

For a moment, all the students believed that Harry had opened the Chamber of Secrets, and everyone began to feel afraid.

Dumbledore's guess was correct; there was a pattern resembling a serpent in Colin's palm.

The Rune Snake is a three-headed snake native to the small African country of Burkina Faso, and in ancient magical texts it represents the number three.

Professor Ketterburn's tree monkey frog suddenly became a sensation.

Although the tree monkey frog looks ugly, the pustules on its head turn scarlet and flash when it senses danger, serving as a warning.

Marietta even took two tree monkey frogs and hung them on her body, completely forgetting who had complained about them during the first class!

The only slightly annoying thing is that the tree monkey frog sprays a special liquid that has a strong smell of heather flowers.

For a time, the entire campus was filled with the scent of photinia flowers.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was springtime and the mating season for small animals.

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