Hermione contacted Chris and brought basketball and soccer tactical books to Harry and the others, which greatly inspired them.
This gave her a sense of betrayal, so after consulting Harry, she subtly reminded Wood if there was any opportunity to find tactical inspiration from Muggle sports.
Wood readily agreed, but put the matter off until later.
The match time was approaching, and Wood's secret weapon, which he had been working on from dawn till dusk, could not be abandoned…
"Change formation, switch positions!!"
"Pucey! You don't necessarily have to intercept the Quaffle; you just need to slowly force your way, trying as much as possible to block Calvin's chance to score in the third hoop.
For the rest, you should trust MacChlery! You've eased his pressure, so he can intercept better.
Mac, you also need to trust Pucey more and focus on the first and second hoops!!"
"Garrd, at this point, you should gather with Kevin to make the opponent relax their left-side defense."
Harry hovered high in the sky, constantly observing his teammates' coordination below and offering suggestions.
As a free player, he was entrusted with this task by his teammates and quickly embraced the role.
However, very quickly, his gaze sharpened, and he swiftly drew his wand. Below, figures intertwined, and Kevin and Garrd, who were in the process of switching positions, collided violently.
Suddenly, Garrd, caught off guard, swayed frantically, and a Bludger came straight at him.
Harry quickly propelled his Comet, simultaneously firing his wand.
"*Laxus*—!"
However, his speed was still not as fast as the Bludger that had already reached Garrd's eyes. With a loud crash, Garrd was directly knocked askew and fell, clutching his broom tightly.
Everyone was startled by this accident and quickly descended to the ground.
"Are you okay!" Harry quickly went over, only to see Garrd's face flushed red, his teeth clenched as he let go. Garrd's forearm was dangling limply at a strange angle.
"His arm's broken!"
Harry grabbed two stones from the ground, transformed them into two splints, then took out Dittany and quickly gave him some basic treatment.
For such an injury, he dared not use a healing spell haphazardly; it was better to leave it to Madam Pomfrey.
The group quickly took him to the infirmary.
Madam Pomfrey quickly led them in, and looking at the forearm fixed with splints, she said admiringly: "It's nothing serious; he'll recover completely very soon."
"How long will it take? Will it delay the match?" Garrd's face was pale.
Madam Pomfrey smiled, "If there hadn't been such excellent emergency treatment, and you had come here with your hand dangling, I think it would have."
"Potter did it, Madam." MacChlery, hearing Madam Pomfrey's words, also breathed a sigh of relief, his huge fist thumping Harry's arm, an expression of admiration on his face.
Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry in surprise, "Dittany? I like children who have a sense of crisis like you!"
"Madam, how long will he take to recover?"
"A day or two will do," Madam Pomfrey comforted. "Alright, you should leave now. Don't continue to disturb other patients here."
With that, she quickly ushered everyone else out of the infirmary.
In the corridor, Pucey clasped his hands behind his head. "I thought Madam Pomfrey would just heal him with a healing spell."
"Healing spells carry great risks and are only suitable for emergencies. And with Madam Pomfrey's personality, even if she used a healing spell to set Garrd's bones, she would absolutely not allow him to play again."
"That's true, too. Fortunately, Potter, you reacted fast enough."
Harry scratched his head, laughing awkwardly.
The next few days passed quickly. On Friday, Garrd received Madam Pomfrey's permission and left the infirmary.
That evening, they had their last practice, with low intensity, as they were afraid of another accident.
It wasn't until nightfall that the group, covered in mud, returned to the common room. They were full of confidence and high spirits!
Early Saturday morning, Harry woke up early, and after his usual morning exercise with Draco, he met up with the team.
At this moment, Flint finally appeared, also full of confidence, and the group didn't think too much, after all, they were about to fight side by side.
Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and the entire school began to head towards the Quidditch pitch.
Thunder rumbled faintly in the sky, which was somewhat cloudy, and the air was both wet and muggy.
Hermione cheered Harry on outside the stadium, as it was inconvenient for her to go to the Slytherin team's changing room.
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