Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 420: It’s a mistake

Hermione’s hands were put on black iron-colored handcuffs, and the chains were fastened together. The chains were fastened to one end of the stone wall. They were long enough not to affect her range of motion, but they couldn’t do without this Room.

She is guarded by the house elf she knows-Dobby.

Hermione sat quietly on the bed and stared at Dobby.

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

Almost all house elves are stubborn. She has personally experienced this at Hogwarts. The failure of the house elves' liberation front caused her to beat her head.

Furthermore, 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 remembers how she gave Hogwarts elf 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 furrowed slightly, and she collapsed on the bed covered 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 untie the handcuffs.

"Miss Granger is a smart witch, or Master Draco's female companion... Dobby is just an ordinary house elf, unable to tell the truth from what you said." Dobby Shrinking his 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 haired owl embroidered on it, a few bottles of potions in it, the golden bottle, I drink It will be all right." Hermione's faint hope began to lighten up, and at the same time she continued to act as the sign of a sudden illness, said in a weak tone, becoming angry like a gossamer.

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 and kind house elf, right?"

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

The blood was sprinkled on the white sheets, like blossoming plum blossoms.

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

Fuling 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 it this?" Dobby hurried back and raised a glass bottle. The bottle was transparent, and the golden liquid was shaking and vibrating in it.

The indescribable sweet taste bloomed from Hermione's mouth. 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 potion was drunk thoroughly by her, and there was no drop left.

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

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

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

Hermione can 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.

I can only deceive Dobby.

Dobby's hand is holding her magic wand, which looks very uncoordinated.

Actually, house elves are only subject to an ancient magical contract. They don’t actually need a wand to perform magic.

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

Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that possessing a wand can add to 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 seemed to be a smaller model. The tailor's craftsmanship was not very good. The change was too small and forced on him. It looks bulging.

"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. Miss Granger shouldn't get into it." Dobby was trembling and staring seriously. The girl in front of me.

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 me, you can go to your master, he is in danger right now." Hermione made a sure look and said 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 big head shook quickly, his ears swayed like a fan, and his eyes stared at her.

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 is indeed inseparable. With her magic level, she left the wand and used wandless spells, at most calling out a little splash.

Not much better than ordinary people.

But it's a while to be able to support it. 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 about it.

She stood up and walked to the door.

"Alaho Cave 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.

Her hands are the handcuffs that are enough to lock the fierce black wizard, her magic power is greatly suppressed, even if she has the skill of casting spells without a wand, she cannot open the door.

Just half a minute later, there was a gust of wind in the room, and Dobby's thin 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 so bored, the light in her eyes dimmed.

She lost her hope 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 has been affected a little, and has 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, 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.

She took the blame, and there was more than a guilty death, she thought about it happily.

But she still can't save her from death, and she still needs a legitimate reason to convince Dobby to get the wand back.

"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, which contained a bottle full of Phoenix tears, and many more. drug.

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

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

"Fainted!" Dobby was knocked down, and 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 crystal tears and fresh white essence dripped gently on Malfoy’s torn wound. Some of the rotten and contaminated meat was instantly purified, showing signs of silkiness. White smoke.

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

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

"Fainted! All petrified~IndoMTL.com~Hermione quickly 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 is 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 came to an abrupt end, 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 correct your evil, but I have to go now." Hermione looked at him with complicated expressions, took a deep breath, pushed the door open, 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?