Hermione's hands were put on black iron-colored handcuffs, tightly fastened with chains, and the chains were fastened to one end of the stone wall. The chains were long enough not to affect her range of activities, but they couldn't leave the room.
She was guarded by a 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 quickly dismissed the idea.
Nearly all house-elves were stubborn, she had experienced firsthand at Hogwarts, where the failure of the House-Elf Liberation Front had left her bruised.
Moreover, the master's orders cannot be disobeyed. Even if Dobby is really influenced, the power of the contract will make it impossible for Dobby to disobey the orders and need to be detoured.
She still remembers how she gave clothes to Hogwarts elves, .
She said: Lend them those clothes and return them to her in a few decades.
After stealing this concept, many house elves accepted it.
Except for the diehards who glorify being messy.
Negotiations require skill.
Suddenly, the girl had a thought and began to try her plan.
"Ahem." Hermione began to cough violently, her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she fell down on the bed covered with violet sheets and curled up, as if she was enduring great pain.
Dobby was visibly taken aback.
His nature was still kind, and there was a look of fear and panic on his face.
Malfoy just told him to keep an eye on Hermione, not to die.
"Miss Granger, how can Dobby help you?" Dobby hesitated for a moment, almost wanting to help Hermione uncuff her.
"Miss Granger is a clever witch and the companion of Master Draco... Dobby is just an ordinary house elf, and he can't tell the truth from your words at all." Dobby shrank his lips Big head, said timidly.
"Do you know where the bag I was confiscated is? Keke, it's a light pink lady's purse with a light golden owl embroidered on it. There are several bottles of medicine in it. The golden bottle, I can drink it Good." Hermione's heart began to light up with a little hope, and at the same time she continued to play the role of a patient who had a sudden onset of illness, she said in a weak tone, and became angry.
As a house-elf, Dobby was unaware of the existence of Felix Felicia.
They could never have taken Potions.
"You don't need to help me uncuff the handcuffs. The wand can be thrown far away. I feel so bad, please, Dobby."
"Dobby is a free, kind house-elf, isn't he?"
Hermione coughed a few more times, quietly and fiercely bit the tip of her tongue, which broke the skin, coughed and spat out blood.
The blood spilled on the white sheets, like blossoming plum blossoms.
Hermione could only pin her hopes on that wonderful potion now.
Felix Felicia - A wonderful potion of luck that, when drunk, almost grants one's wishes and reverses the tide.
Hermione waited anxiously.
"Is this it?" Dobby rushed back quickly, holding up a glass bottle, the body of which was transparent, and the golden yellow liquid was bouncing and vibrating in it, appearing very lively.
An indescribably sweet taste 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 hastily and urgently, and her throat rolled a few times.
She drank up a small bottle of Felicia, not a single drop was left.
She eased up a few times, showing a smile, with a peaceful expression, showing the immediate "drug effect".
"Great, Miss Granger is all right, Dobby is happy!" Dobby said, dancing.
Hermione's "honest" performance just now won its trust.
Hermione could only wait quietly for the Felicity Elixir to unfold her wonderful effects.
"Dobby, your master is in danger." Hermione said pretending to be anxious.
She wanted to get to Hogwarts, even if it was just a drop in the bucket for the whole school.
Dobby could only be deceived.
It was her wand that Dobby was holding in his hand, which seemed incongruous.
In fact, the house elves are only bound by the ancient magic contract, and they can cast magic without a wand.
And the system seems to be different from wizards, even the magic left by the four founders can't stop them from apparating in Hogwarts
Of course, it doesn't rule out the possibility that having a wand can be an icing on the cake and make them more effective in casting spells.
At this time, Dobby was wearing a black cloak like that of Death Eaters, which looked very funny. It seemed to be a reduced size, and the tailoring skills were not very good. drum.
"Master Malfoy told me not to believe any of your words. It was because Dobby was very kind that he helped Miss Granger get the medicine. Miss Granger, don't go too far." Dobby tremblingly stared at the girl in front of him seriously. .
Although she is one of the few people who has a friendly attitude towards house elves, in Dobby's eyes, the master's orders are 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 determined look, speaking with certainty.
But in fact, her heart was very nervous, pounding, and she had to show a confident expression.
She is not a person who is used to lying.
"Don't lie to Dobby." Dobby shook his head quickly, his ears were shaking like a fan, and his eyes were fixed on her.
In the final analysis, the mind is still somewhat simple.
For house-elves, the master is above all else.
"You can't escape," it said, and it disapparated, seeking out its master.
Hermione really couldn't do without it. With her level of magic, she left the wand and cast spells without a wand. At most, she could only summon a small splash of water.
Not much better than ordinary people.
But being able to stay away for a while is a while, under Dobby's eyes, there is really no chance at all.
She was so worried that 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 violently a few times, made a few soft metallic clangs, and then died down, but there was no sign of opening it at all.
In her hands were handcuffs that could lock a ferocious black wizard, her magic power was greatly suppressed, and even with the skill of casting spells without a wand, she couldn't open the door.
Only half a minute later, a gust of wind blew up in the room, and Dobby's thin figure reappeared in the bedroom.
Hermione stiffened immediately, turned around, and made a look of wandering around the room because she was so bored, the light in her eyes dimmed.
Her hope was lost again.
Maybe, Felix Felicia wasn't that useful after all
Hermione had to start to get suspicious.
House elves are the most loyal subordinates, they will meticulously complete the orders set by their masters.
On the contrary, Dobby, who has been affected to some extent, has some self-judgment ability, and was temporarily coaxed away by Hermione. This is her star fall
Just when she saw Dobby again, she vaguely sensed something was wrong.
Because Dobby's face was terrified, the originally huge eyes almost occupied the entire face at this time.
"Miss Hermione! Come with me, something really happened to Master Malfoy!" Dobby looked very anxious.
The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched, and she seemed to be right again.
Whether her own prophecy was powerful, or whether the Felicity Potion helped her, no one knew.
All she saw was the boy lying in a pool of blood,
Hermione always felt that this scene seemed a little familiar, and she forcibly suppressed her nonsensical thoughts, and her heart was suspended again.
It's her own fault, she deserves to die, she thought with some pleasure.
But she still couldn't do nothing, and she still needed a legitimate reason to convince Dobby to get his wand back.
"I don't have a wand, so I can't save him." Hermione shook her head helplessly. She was lying. In fact, there was a small bag sewn into her cuff, which contained a bottle full of Phoenix tears and a lot of medicine.
"Dobby uncuffs you and gives you back your wand!" Dobby said excitedly.
But as soon as Hermione was free and held her wand, she changed sides.
"Damn!" Dobby was knocked down, his big head hit the black wall fiercely, and then he passed out.
But Hermione wasn't prepared to break her word either.
"No matter what, I can't watch you die."
In the transparent bottle, the mixture of phoenix crystal tears and white fresh essence gently dripped on Malfoy's torn wound, and some rotten and polluted flesh was purified in an instant, with traces of white cigarette.
The black air quickly disappeared, and new flesh began to grow on the faintly visible white bones.
Malfoy's fingers flicked, his eyelids were about to lift, and he looked like he was about to regain consciousness.
"Damned! Everything petrified."
Hermione swung her wand quickly, and two consecutive spells shot out from between the wand.
She wasn't that careless, wouldn't it be too stupid to let him wake up and then subdue herself? This is the lesson that Dobby taught her before - to learn to make up the knife.
The servant's deeds will eventually be repaid by the master.
Malfoy's body was hit, trembling for a while, the consciousness that was about to recover came to a sudden stop, and then he 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 correct your evil ways, but I have to go now." Hermione looked at him with a complicated expression, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked towards the location of the underground disappearing cabinet.
She heard the conversation between Malfoy and Dobby, it seems that the Hogwarts cabinet has been repaired