Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Hermione's hand was put on black iron handcuffs, and a chain was fastened tightly. The chain was fastened at one end of the stone wall, long enough to not affect her range of activities, but she couldn't leave the room.

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

Hermione sat quietly on the bed and looked at Dobby.

She tried to convince Dobby to let her go, but dismissed the idea in a flash.

Almost all house-elves were stubborn, something she had already experienced at Hogwarts, and the failure of the House-Elves Liberation Front had left her head pounded.

Moreover, the master's order cannot be disobeyed. Even if Dobby is really influenced, the power of the contract will make Dobby unable to disobey the order and need to detour.

She still remembered the way she gave Hogwarts the elf clothes.

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

After stealing the concept, many house-elves accepted it.

Except for the diehards who glorify messiness as sloppy.

Negotiation requires skill.

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

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

Dobby was clearly taken aback.

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

Malfoy just told him to watch Hermione, not tell him to die.

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

Miss Granger is a smart witch, and is also Master Draco's female companion... Dobby is just an ordinary house-elf who can't tell the truth of your words. Dobby shrinks at him. The big head, said timidly.

Do you know where the bag I was taken from? Ahem, it's a pale pink lady's purse embroidered with a pale blond owl,

There are a few bottles of potions in it, the golden bottle, I'll be fine after drinking it. The faint hope in Hermione's heart began to light up, and at the same time, she continued to play the role of a patient who suddenly fell ill, said in a weak tone, and became very angry.

As a house-elf, Dobby was unaware of the existence of the Flux.

They could never have taken Potions class.

You don't need to open the cuffs for me, and the wand can be thrown far away. I'm so sick, please, Dobby.

Dobby is a free, kind house-elf, isn't he?

Hermione coughed a few more times, biting the tip of her tongue quietly and fiercely, breaking the skin, coughing and spitting out blood.

The blood spilled on the white sheets like plum blossoms.

Hermione could only pin her hopes on that wonderful potion now.

Fuling Potion - A wonderful potion of luck that, after drinking it, can turn a trend around almost as one wishes.

Hermione waited anxiously.

Is it this? Dobby rushed back quickly and held up a glass bottle. The bottle was transparent, and the golden liquid oscillated in it, looking very active.

An indescribably sweet taste burst from Hermione's mouth, and she could say it was the best drink she'd ever had.

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

She drank a small bottle of Fuling Elixir, and there was not a drop left.

She eased a few times, showed a smile, her expression was calm, and she showed an immediate medicine effect.

Very good, Miss Granger is all right, and Dobby is very happy! said Dobby, dancing.

Hermione's honest performance just now won its trust.

Hermione could only wait quietly for the elixir to unleash her wondrous effects.

Dobby, your master is in danger, said Hermione, feigning anxiety.

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

Only to deceive Dobby.

Dobby was holding her wand in his hand, looking incongruous.

In fact, house-elves are only bound by ancient magical contracts, and they don't actually need a wand to be able to perform magic.

And the system seems to be different from wizards, not even the magic left by the four founders can stop them from Apparating at Hogwarts

Of course, it's not ruled out that having a wand would be the icing on the cake, making them more effective at casting spells.

At this time, Dobby was wearing a black cloak like a Death Eater. It looked very funny. It looked like it was a downsized model, and the tailoring skills were not very good. drum.

Ms. Malfoy told me not to believe any of your words. It's just that Dobby was kind enough to help Miss Granger get the medicine. Miss Granger don't want to take an inch. Dobby was trembling and stared at the girl in front of him seriously. .

Although she was one of the few people who had a friendly attitude towards house-elves, in Dobby's eyes, the master's orders were the most important. highest priority.

If you don't believe me, you can go to your master. He is in danger now. Hermione made a sure look and spoke with certainty.

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

She is not a person who is used to lying.

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

At the end of the day, the mind is still somewhat simple.

For house-elves, the master is above all else.

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

Hermione is indeed inseparable. With her magic level, she leaves the wand and casts spells without a wand. At most, she can summon a little splash.

Not much stronger than ordinary people.

But being able to hold on for a while is a while, and under Dobby's eyes, there's really no chance at all.

She was so worried, she wanted to put on her wings and fly to Hogwarts, but there was nothing she could do.

She stood up and walked to the door.

Alahuo hole is open! The iron lock shook sharply a few times, and made a few metallic clangs, and then died, but there was no sign of opening.

In her hands were handcuffs that were enough to lock the fierce dark wizard, and her magic power was greatly suppressed. Even if she had the skill of casting spells without a stick, she could not open the door.

After only half a minute, a gust of wind blew up in the room, and Dobby's slender figure reappeared in the bedroom.

Hermione straightened her body immediately, turned around, and made a sign that she was wandering around the room because she was extremely bored, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

Her hope was lost again.

Maybe the phlegm isn't that useful at all?

Hermione had to start to wonder.

House-elves are the most loyal of subordinates, and will meticulously follow orders from their masters.

On the contrary, Dobby, who was somewhat affected and had some self-judgment ability, was temporarily coaxed away by Hermione. This is her starfall.

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

Because Dobby's face was terrified, the originally huge eyes almost took up the entire face at this time.

Miss Hermione! Come with me, something really happened to Master Malfoy! Dobby looked very anxious.

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

Whether it was her own powerful prophecy, or whether the Fuling agent helped her, no one knows.

All she saw was the boy lying in a pool of blood,

Hermione always felt that this scene was a bit familiar, she forcibly suppressed her mindless thoughts, and her heart actually hung up again.

It's up to her to take the blame, and there is more to die for, she thought happily.

But she still couldn't do it, and she needed a good reason to convince Dobby to get her wand back.

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

Dobby untied the handcuffs for you and gave you the wand! Dobby said excitedly.

However, when Hermione regained her freedom and held her wand, she changed her position.

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

But Hermione wasn't ready to go back on her word.

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

In the transparent bottle, the mixed liquid of the phoenix crystal tears and the white fresh essence gently dripped on Malfoy's torn wound, and some rotten and contaminated meat was purified in an instant, with the slightest white smoke. .

The black energy quickly disappeared, and new flesh was even beginning to grow on the looming white bones.

Malfoy's fingers flicked, his eyelids were about to lift, and he looked like he was about to regain consciousness.

Passed out! All petrified.

Hermione waved her wand quickly, and two spells shot out from the wand.

She wasn't so careless, wouldn't it be stupid to let him wake up and subdue himself again? This was a lesson from Dobby's previous lesson - to learn to make up for the knife.

The actions of the servants are ultimately retribution on the masters.

Malfoy's body was hit and shivered. The consciousness that was about to be restored came to an abrupt end, and then he fell asleep again. His chest kept heaving and heaving, indicating that he was still alive.

Finally, Hermione laid him flat on a sofa.

I hope you can finally turn things around, but I have to go now. Hermione looked at him with a complicated look, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked to the location of the underground vanishing cabinet.

She heard Malfoy and Dobby talking, it seemed that the Hogwarts locker had been fixed?