Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Hermione's hands were put in black iron-colored handcuffs, and the chain was fastened tightly. The chain was fastened to one end of the stone wall. It was long enough not to affect her range of movement, but it was also inseparable from this room.

She was guarded by the house-elf she knew-Dobby.

Hermione sat quietly on the bed and stared at Dobby.

She tried to persuade Dobby to let her go, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

Almost all house elves are stubborn, which she has personally experienced at Hogwarts, and the failure of the house elves' liberation front caused her to beat her head.

Moreover, the master's order is irresistible. Even if Dobby is really probated, the power of the contract will prevent Dobby from violating the order and requires a detour.

She still remembered how she gave Hogwarts elves clothes.

She said: lend them those clothes and return them to her for decades.

After secretly changing this concept, many house elves accepted it.

Except for those diehards who pride themselves on being messy.

Negotiation requires skill.

Suddenly, the girl thought about it and began to try her plan.

"Cough cough." Hermione began to cough violently, her slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and she collapsed on the bed with violet sheets and curled up, as if she was enduring great pain.

Dobby was obviously taken aback.

His nature is still kind, and there is a look of fear and panic on that face.

Malfoy just told him to watch Hermione, but didn't tell him to die.

"Miss Granger, what can Dobby do to help you?" Dobby hesitated for a moment, and almost wanted to help Hermione unhandcuffs.

"Miss Granger is a smart witch, or Master Draco's female companion... Dobby is just an ordinary house elf, who can't tell the truth of your words." Dobby shrank him. Big head, said timidly.

"Do you know where the bag I was taken away? Ahem, it's a pale pink lady's purse with a pale golden hair embroidered on it, a few bottles of potions, the golden bottle, I can drink it Okay." Hermione's faint hope began to lighten up, and at the same time she continued to play the sign of a sudden illness, said in a weak tone, becoming angry as if she was going to wind up.

As a house elf, Dobby is not aware of the existence of the elixir.

They can never go to potions class.

"You don't need to help me open the handcuffs, and the wand can be thrown far away. I'm so uncomfortable, please, Dobby."

"Dobby is a free, kind house elf, right?"

Hermione coughed a few more times, bit her tongue quietly and severely, broke her skin, coughed and spat blood.

The blood spilled on the white sheets, like plum blossoms in bloom.

Hermione can only pin her hopes on the wonderful potion now.

Blessing Potion-a wonderful lucky potion that can make a person almost accomplish what he wants after drinking it and reverse the trend.

Hermione waited anxiously.

"Is that this?" Dobby hurried back and raised a glass bottle. The bottle was transparent, and the golden liquid was shaking and shaking in it, appearing very active.

The indescribable sweetness bloomed from Hermione's mouth, and she could say that this was the most delicious drink she had ever had.

But she was not in the mood to taste it carefully. On the contrary, she drank more quickly and urgently, rolling her throat a few times.

A small bottle of blessing medicine was drunk completely by her, and there was no drop left.

She eased a few times, showing a smile and a calm expression, showing an immediate "medicine effect".

"Great, Miss Granger is okay, Dobby is very happy!" Dobby said happily.

Hermione's very "honest" performance just now won her trust.

Hermione could only wait quietly for the blessing potion to unfold her wonderful effects.

"Dobby, your master is in danger." Hermione pretended to be anxious.

She wanted to rush to Hogwarts, even if it was just a drop in the bucket for the whole school.

Can only deceive Dobby.

Dobby held her magic wand in her hand, which seemed very uncoordinated.

In fact, house elves are only subject to an ancient magical contract, and do not actually need a wand to perform magic.

And the system seems to be different from that of wizards. Even the magic left by the four founders cannot prevent their apparition at Hogwarts.

Of course, it is not ruled out that possessing a wand can be the icing on the cake and make them more effective in casting spells.

Dobby was wearing the black cloak of a Death Eater at this time. It looked funny. It looked like a smaller model. The tailor's craftsmanship was not very good. The change was too small and put on her body. It looked bulging. Drum.

"Master Malfoy told me not to believe any of your words. It's just that Dobby is very kind, so he helped Miss Granger get the medicine, and Miss Granger shouldn't be too big." Dobby tremblingly stared at the girl in front of him. .

Although she is one of the few people who have a friendly attitude towards house elves, in Dobby's eyes, the master's command is the most important.The highest priority.

"If you don't believe it, you can go to your master, he is in danger right now." Hermione made a sure look, with certainty.

But in fact, her heart was very nervous, banging, and she had to show a confident expression.

She is not a liar.

"Don't lie to Dobby." Dobby's head shook quickly, his ears swayed like a fan, and his eyes stared at her in a daze.

In the final analysis, the mind is still somewhat simple.

For house elves, the status of the owner is above all else.

"You can't run away," it said, and then Apparated, looking for his master.

Hermione was indeed inseparable. With her magic level, she left the wand and cast without wand, at most she could summon a little splash.

Not much better than ordinary people.

But it takes a while to be able to spread it out, and under Dobby's nose, there really is no chance.

She was distraught and wanted to put on her wings and fly to Hogwarts, but she couldn't do anything.

She stood up and walked to the door.

"Alaho Cave is open!" The iron lock shook sharply a few times, making a few light and crisp metallic sounds, and it died down, but there was no sign of opening.

In her hands were the handcuffs enough to lock the fierce black wizard, and her magic power was greatly suppressed, even with the skill of casting spells without a rod, she could not open the door.

After only half a minute, there was a gust of wind in the room, and the thin figure of Dobby reappeared in the bedroom.

Hermione straightened immediately, turned around, making a sign of wandering around the room because of her boredom, the light in her eyes dimmed.

Her hope was lost again.

Maybe the elixir is not that useful at all?

Hermione had to start to doubt.

House elves are the most loyal subordinates and will meticulously complete the orders set by their masters.

On the contrary, Dobby was affected a bit, and had some self-judgment ability, was temporarily coaxed away by Hermione. This is regarded as her star

Just when she saw Dobby again, she vaguely realized something was wrong.

Because Dobby's face was terrified, his huge eyes almost occupied the entire face at this time.

"Miss Hermione! Come with me, Master Malfoy really has an accident!" Dobby looked very anxious.

Hermione's mouth twitched, and she seemed to be right again.

No one knows whether her own prophecy is strong or whether the blessing potion helped her.

She only saw that the boy fell in a pool of blood,

Hermione always felt that this scene was a bit familiar. She forcibly suppressed her thoughtless thoughts, and her heart was suspended again.

The blame is on her own, and she is more than guilty of death, she thought with pleasure.

But she still couldn't see the dead, and she still needed a legitimate reason to convince Dobby to return the wand.

"I don't have a magic wand. I can't save him." Hermione shook her head helplessly. She was lying. In fact, there was a small bag sewn on her cuff with a bottle full of Phoenix tears and a lot of medicine.

"Dobby will help you unlock the handcuffs and give you the wand!" Dobby said excitedly.

But when Hermione returned to freedom and held the wand, she changed her position.

"Faint!" Dobby was knocked down, his big head slammed into the black wall, and then fainted.

But Hermione was not ready to break her promise.

"No matter what I say, I can't watch you die."

In the transparent bottle, a mixture of Phoenix's crystal tears and white fresh essence gently dripped on Malfoy's torn wound. Some of the rotten and contaminated meat was instantly purified, with white smoke. .

The black energy quickly disappeared, and the faintly visible white bones even began to grow new flesh.

Malfoy's fingers flicked, his eyelids were about to lift, and he seemed to be regaining consciousness soon.

"Faint! All petrochemical."

Hermione swiftly waved her wand, and two spells were shot from between the wands.

She is not so careless. Wouldn't it be too stupid to wake him up and then subdue herself?This was the lesson Dobby had taught her before—learning to make up the knife.

The servant's deeds were finally paid to the master.

Malfoy's body was hit and trembled. The consciousness that was about to regain stopped abruptly, and then fell asleep again, his chest rising and falling, indicating that he was still alive.

Finally, Hermione laid him flat on a sofa.

"I hope you can finally get back to righteousness, but I have to go now." Hermione looked at him with complicated expressions, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked towards the location of the vanishing cabinet.

She heard the conversation between Malfoy and Dobby, it seems that the cabinet at Hogwarts has been repaired?