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.Slightly dizzy, he nevertheless kept his eyes wide open, rain wasspeckling his glasses and ran up his nostrils as he hung upside down, avoidinganother fierce dive from the Bludger.He could hear laughter from the crowd; heknew he must look very stupid, but the rogue Bludger was heavy and couldn'tchange direction as quickly as Harry could; he began a kind of roller-coasterride around the edges of the stadium, squinting through the silver sheets ofrain to the Gryffindor goal posts, where Adrian Pucey was trying to get pastWoodA whistling in Harry's ear told him the Bludger had just missed him again; heturned right over and sped in the opposite direction."Training for the ballet, Potter?" yelled Malfoy as Harry was forced to do astupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and he fled, the Bludgertrailing a few feet behind him; and then, glaring back at Malfoy in hatred, hesaw it - the Golden Snitch.It was hovering inches above Malfoy's left ear -and Malfoy, busy laughing at Harry, hadn't seen it.For an agonizing moment, Harry hung in midair, not daring to speed towardMalfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch.WHAM.He had stayed still a second too long.The Bludger had hit him at last, smashedinto his elbow, and Harry felt his arm break.Dimly, dazed by the searing painin his arm, he slid sideways on his rain-drenched broom, one knee still crookedover it, his right arm dangling useless at his side - the Bludger came peltingback for a second attack, this time W-ming at his face - Harry swerved out ofthe way, one idea firmly lodged in his numb brain: get to Malfoy.Through a haze of rain and pain he dived for the shimmering, sneering facebelow him and saw its eyes widen with fear: Malfoy thought Harry was attackinghim."What the -" he gasped, careening out of Harry's way.Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch; he felt hisfingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping the broom with hislegs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headed straight for theground, trying hard not to pass out.With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom.His arm washanging at a very strange angle; riddled with pain, he heard, as though from adistance, a good deal of whistling and shouting.He focused on the Snitchclutched in his good hand."Aha," he said vaguely."We've won."And he fainted.He came around, rain falling on his face, still lying on the field, withsomeone leaning over him.He saw a glitter of teeth."Oh, no, not you," he moaned."Doesn't know what he's saying," said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd ofGryffindors pressing around them."Not to worry, Harry.I'm about to fix yourarm.""No!"said Harry."I'll keep it like this, thanks.He tried to sit up, but the pain was terrible.He heard a familiar clickingnoise nearby."I don't want a photo of this, Colin," he said loudly."Lie back, Harry," said Lockhart soothingly."It's a simple charm I've usedcountless times -""Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?" said Harry through clenched teeth."He should really, Professor," said a muddy Wood, who couldn't help grinningeven though his Seeker was injured."Great capture, Harry, really spectacular,your best yet, I’d say -"Through the thicket of legs around him, Harry spotted Fred and George Weasley,wrestling the rogue Bludger into a box.It was still putting up a terrificfight."Stand back," said Lockhart, who was rolling up his jade-green sleeves."No - don't -" said Harry weakly, but Lockhart was twirling his wand and asecond later had directed it straight at Harry's arm.A strange and unpleasant sensation started at Harry's shoulder and spread allthe way down to his fingertips.It felt as though his arm was being deflated.He didn't dare look at what was happening.He had shut his eyes, his faceturned away from his arm, but his worst fears were realized as the people abovehim gasped and Colin Creevey began clicking away madly.His arm didn't hurtanymore - nor did it feel remotely like an arm."Ah," said Lockhart."Yes.Well, that can sometimes happen.But the point is,the bones are no longer broken.That's the thing to bear in mind.So, Harry,just toddle up to the hospital wing - ah, Mr.Weasley, Miss Granger, would youescort him? - and Madam Pomfrey will be able to - er - tidy you up a bit."As Harry got to his feet, he felt strangely lopsided.Taking a deep breath helooked down at his right side.What he saw nearly made him pass out again.Poking out of the end of his robes was what looked like a thick, flesh-coloredrubber glove.He tried to move his fingers.Nothing happened.Lockhart hadn't mended Harry's bones.He had removed them.Madam Pomfrey wasn't at all pleased."You should have come straight to me!" she raged, holding up the sad, limpremainder of what, half an hour before, had been a working arm."I can mendbones in a second - but growing them back - ""You will be able to, won't you?" said Harry desperately."I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful," said Madam Pomfreygrimly, throwing Harry a pair of pajamas."You'll have to stay the night
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