Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 129 Please, save Master Draco!

Two big bat-like ears drooped on both sides of the bald head, some slender white hairs came out of the ear holes, two protruding green eyes were almost as big as tennis balls, and the wrinkled skin was pale and gray, transparent With a dead breath.

Harry sees the 'ghost' that has entered his bedroom, and what appears to him is a house-elf, a house-elf in a final race against death.

The little guy in front of him couldn't reach the height of Harry's buttocks, his severely bent back seemed unable to support the weight of his head, and the bandages and cloth strips torn from old clothes had been completely polluted by festering and bleeding wounds. Sobbing in pain, some turbid blood dripped on the floor.

The kicked gate blew a gust of wind, and the whistling wind blew the already weak elf to the ground. A hoarse scream came from his mouth, subconsciously wanting to disapparate the elf Suddenly, he found that his bandaged palm had been easily pinched by a big hand.

"Who are you and why are you in my house?"

Harry, who was squatting on the ground, cast a huge shadow. His muscular body was like a mountain with the moonlight behind it. His cold face and cold voice spread the invisible coercion. Facing this humanoid Tyrannosaurus At this time, even the most courageous person can't help but feel a little timid in his heart.

"You are Mr. Harry Potter, aren't you?"

But to Harry's surprise, when the elf, who was almost scared to pee by him, saw his face, his original panic turned into excitement in an instant, and his originally dark eyes lit up a little at this moment. It's like a person who fell into the water hugged the driftwood.

"Tell me your name, elf, who sent you here?"

"No one sent Dobby, sir, no one, and Dobby came to you on his own initiative, sir!"

The little elf who was emotionally agitated hurriedly spoke, but as he spoke, he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, and the bandage that almost wrapped him like a mummy exuded an unconcealable rotten smell, although The appearance of the wound cannot be seen, but it is not difficult to imagine how serious the injury is.

"Undo the bandages and take off your clothes." Harry paused for a moment, and he took out a few bottles of potions from his chest pocket, "Treat your injuries first, no matter what you want from me, I don't want to have any." People dying in my bedroom, that's too bad."

Just when Harry was about to make a move, the elf, who had been tormented by the pain and was so weak, tried his best to rub back, his big eyes were filled with tears, and when he shook his head firmly, the cloudy tears moistened his eyes. Dirty bandages.

"It will be discovered, sir. Dobby can't. Even if Dobby is dead, Dobby can't let Dobby go out. It will cause trouble."

"Mr. Harry Potter, you are a kind man, as Dobby knows, you are the greatest and kindest man in the world."

Dobby, who started to choke, raised his hand to wipe his tears with difficulty, looked at Harry with pleading eyes, and said tremblingly.

"Okay." Harry, who temporarily stopped his movements, softened his tone a little. This kind of development made him full of doubts, but now he can only take one step at a time.

"What did you come to see me for? This isn't the first time you've been in my bedroom, Dobby?"

"Yes, sir. Dobby has been here for several days, but Dobby didn't wait for you to come. Dobby was planning to give up, but only you can help with this matter."

"Please save Master Draco, sir, please!"

"The master is already crazy, and the mistress is also seriously ill. The last thing she said to Dobby was to ask Dobby to protect Master Draco, but Dobby couldn't do it. No master and mistress only”

The elf suddenly paused, then shook his head and continued: "Dobby can't protect Master Draco, and he can't find anyone else who can help Dobby, but when the young master came home, Dobby heard that the young master Your name was mentioned, sir, and Dobby thought, "

"Can the great Mr. Harry Potter help Dobby, after all, he has done such a great thing."

As he said that, Dobby's voice became lower and lower. After carefully looking at Harry, he lowered his head, as if he also knew that this was a very embarrassing thing.

Listening to these words dictated by Dobby, Harry couldn't help but fell into deep thought. He always felt that there was something wrong with the words. Harry could understand Dobby's plea for help. After all, in JK's book, Dobby He is an elf who cares about himself very much. Although what he does is somewhat incomprehensible, his original intention is not bad.

To put it bluntly, Dobby is a brain fan of the Boy Who Lived, somewhat similar to the crazy fan of "I want to lay eggs for giegie and marry him in a wedding dress" in reality, even if he knows that it is illegal to tip off Harry , but he would rather punish himself severely to inform Harry of the news.

"Dobby knows this is a very embarrassing thing." After seeing that Harry didn't respond for a while, he said timidly. Although he was a little disappointed in his words, he didn't blame him at all, "Dobby took the liberty Excuse me, sir, Dobby is now."

"You just seemed to say, 'You can't protect the one and only of master and mistress'?"

Harry stared into Dobby's eyes and asked seriously.

"Draco doesn't have a sister? Cassandra, right?"

"Yes." Dobby nodded, and said tremblingly, "Dobby was wrong, stupid Dobby, stupid Dobby, Miss Cassandra is a gentle and kind girl, she is very good to Dobby , she is what Dobby wants." After a moment of stagnation, Dobby fell into silence.

"Your mistress, you are only asked to protect Draco, right?"

There were more and more guesses in Harry's mind, but he couldn't piece together the complete story without enough clues. The only way he got the news was the elf in front of him, and Harry waited for his answer.

"The hostess told Dobby back then that Dobby should protect Master Draco."

Dobby repeated this sentence, his pupils became slightly dilated, and his precarious body almost fell down again. Harry took his pillowcase-like torn clothes and carefully put him on the ground.

"Don't move."

He gave Dobby a stern look, and ripped off Dobby's dirty bandages after dropping a drop of potion bitter enough to completely paralyze his body.

The festering wound is not a scar left by a knife or whipping. The festering abscess is a wound caused by magic. This is a curse, the same as the leg lock spell and the dancing spell. Many people will grow painful pustules on their bodies, but under normal circumstances, this curse will not cause such consequences. Even if the pustule curse is ignored, it will gradually lose its effect after a few hours of pain. If you don't care, it will leave ugly scars on the skin, but you will definitely not let your body fester and cause such disgusting wounds.

"unless."

Harry's eyes were fixed, and he took out a sharp lancet without hesitation, and bit by bit all the festering and festering dead flesh in the wound.

(End of this chapter)