“Oh, no, not you,” he moaned. “Doesn’t know what he’s saying,” said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them. “Not to worry, Harry. I’m about to fix your arm.” “No!” said Harry. “I’ll keep it like this, thanks. . . .” He tried to sit up, but the pain was terrible. He heard a familiar clicking noise nearby. “I don’t want a photo of this, Colin,” he said loudly.
