вЂњIf itвЂ™s got bits of Slytherins in it? YouвЂ™ve got to be joking,вЂќ said Ron. вЂњI hope it tastes better than this stuffвЂ¦вЂќ вЂњWe can add that to the list of questions weвЂ™ll ask him when weвЂ™ve taken the Polyjuice Potion,вЂќ said Harry, sinking back onto his pillows. вЂњI want to know how he fixed that Bludger,вЂќ said Hermione darkly. вЂњWe won, though,вЂќ said Ron, a grin breaking across his face. Still tut tutting about dangerous sports and inept teachers, Madam Pomfrey retreated, leaving Ron and Hermione to help Harry gulp down some water. It burned HarryвЂ™s mouth and throat as it went down, making him cough and splutter. вЂњYouвЂ™re in for a rough night,вЂќ she said, pouring out a steaming beakerful and handing it to him. Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle of something labeled Skele Gro.

Hermione and Madam Pomfrey came around the curtain. вЂњBut it doesnвЂ™t do anything else either.вЂќДЄs he swung himself onto the bed, his arm flapped pointlessly. вЂњAnd it doesnвЂ™t hurt anymore, does it, Harry?вЂќ вЂњAnyone can make a mistake,вЂќ said Hermione. вЂњIf Harry had wanted deboning he would have asked.вЂќ вЂњHow can you stick up for Lockhart now, Hermione, eh?вЂќ Ron called through the curtain as he pulled HarryвЂ™s limp fingers through the cuff. It took a while to stuff the rubbery, boneless arm into a sleeve. Hermione waited outside the curtain drawn around HarryвЂ™s bed while Ron helped him into his pajamas. вЂњIвЂ™ll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful,вЂќ said Madam Pomfrey grimly, throwing Harry a pair of pajamas. вЂњYou will be able to, wonвЂ™t you?вЂќ said Harry desperately. вЂњI can mend bones in a second-but growing them back-вЂќ вЂњYou should have come straight to me!вЂќ she raged, holding up the sad, limp remainder of what, half an hour before, had been a working arm. Poking out of the end of his robes was what looked like a thick, fleshcolored rubber glove. What he saw nearly made him pass out again. Taking a deep breath he looked down at his right side. Weasley, Miss Granger, would you escort him?-and Madam Pomfrey will be able to-er-tidy you up a bit.вЂќДЄs Harry got to his feet, he felt strangely lopsided. So, Harry, just toddle up to the hospital wing-ah, Mr. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken. His arm didnвЂ™t hurt anymore-nor did it feel remotely like an arm. He had shut his eyes, his face turned away from his arm, but his worst fears were realized as the people above him gasped and Colin Creevey began clicking away madly.

He didnвЂ™t dare look at what was happening. It felt as though his arm was being deflated. вЂњNo-donвЂ™t-вЂќ said Harry weakly, but Lockhart was twirling his wand and a second later had directed it straight at HarryвЂ™s arm.ДЄ strange and unpleasant sensation started at HarryвЂ™s shoulder and spread all the way down to his fingertips. вЂњStand back,вЂќ said Lockhart, who was rolling up his jade green sleeves. It was still putting up a terrific fight. Through the thicket of legs around him, Harry spotted Fred and George Weasley, wrestling the rogue Bludger into a box.

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