Two big bat-like ears drooped on both sides of the bald head. Some long white hairs came out of the ear holes. Two protruding green eyes were almost as big as tennis balls. The wrinkled skin was pale and gray, and transparent. There was a sense of death.
Harry saw the 'ghost' that broke into his bedroom. What appeared in front of him was a house elf, a house elf who was in the final race with death.
The little guy in front of him couldn't reach Harry's butt, and his severely ricked back seemed unable to support the weight of his head. The bandages torn from shabby clothes were stained by festering and bleeding wounds, and with the thin There were painful sobbing sounds, and some turbid blood dripped onto the floor.
The kicked-off door blew up a strong wind, and the howling wind blew the already weak elf down to the ground. A hoarse scream came from his mouth, and the elf subconsciously wanted to apparate away. Suddenly, he found that his bandaged palm had been easily pinched by a big hand.
"Who are you and why are you in my home?"
Harry squatted on the ground and cast a huge shadow. His bulging muscles were like a mountain peak with the moonlight behind him. His cold face and cold words spread the invisible pressure. Facing this humanoid tyrannosaurus, Harry At this time, even the most courageous people can't help but feel a little timid.
"You are Mr. Harry Potter, right!"
But to Harry's expectation, after seeing his face, the elf who was almost frightened by him, his original fear turned into excitement in an instant, and his originally gray eyes brightened a little at this moment. It's like a drowning person hugging a driftwood.
"Tell me your name, elf, and who sent you?"
"No one sent Dobby, sir. No one. Dobby came to you on his own initiative, sir!"
The elf, who was suddenly excited, spoke hurriedly, but as he spoke, he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. The bandage that almost wrapped him into a mummy exuded a rotten stench that could not be concealed. Although You can't see the appearance of the wound, but it's not difficult to imagine how serious the injury is.
"Untie the bandage and take off your clothes." Harry paused for a moment and took out a few bottles of potions from his chest bag. "Treat your injuries first. No matter what you want to do with me, I don't want anything to happen to you." People died in my bedroom, that was terrible."
Just when Harry was about to take action, the elf, who had been weakened by the pain, tried hard to rub back. His big eyes were filled with tears. When he shook his head firmly, the turbid tears moistened his face. Dirty bandages.
"This will be discovered, sir. Dobby can't. Even if Dobby dies, Dobby can't let Dobby's outing be discovered. This 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 sobbing, raised his hand to wipe away his tears with difficulty. He looked at Harry with pleading eyes and said tremblingly.
"Okay." Harry, who temporarily stopped moving, softened his tone a bit. This unfolding made him full of doubts, but now he could only take one step at a time.
"Why did you come to me? This is not the first time you have come to my bedroom, is it, Dobby?"
"Yes, sir, Dobby has been here for several days, but Dobby didn't wait for you to come. Dobby was about to give up, but only you, sir, can help with this matter."
"Please help Master Draco, sir, please!"
"The master has gone crazy, and the mistress is also seriously ill. The last words she said to Dobby was to ask Dobby to protect Master Draco, but Dobby couldn't do it. Dobby had no choice but to protect him. Master and mistress are not the only ones”
The elf suddenly paused, then shook his head and continued: "Dobby can't protect Master Draco, and Dobby can't find anyone else who can help Dobby. But when the young master came home, Dobby heard that the young master I mentioned your name, sir, and Dobby thought: "
"Can the great Mr. Harry Potter help Dobby? After all, he has accomplished such great things."
As he spoke, Dobby's voice became lower and lower. After looking at Harry cautiously, he lowered his head, as if he also knew that this was a very difficult thing.
Listening to the words dictated by Dobby, Harry couldn't help but fall into deep thought. He always felt that there was something wrong in these 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 the things he does are a bit hard to understand, his intentions are actually not bad.
To put it bluntly, Dobby is a huge fan of the Boy-Who-Lived, somewhat similar to the real-life crazy fan of "I want to lay eggs for giegie and wear a wedding dress to marry him", even though he knew that tipping off Harry was against the rules. , but he would rather punish himself severely to tell Harry the news.
"Dobby knows this is a very embarrassing thing." After seeing Harry didn't respond for a while, he timidly spoke. Although there was some disappointment in his words, there was no blame at all, "It was Dobby who took the liberty." Excuse me, sir, Dobby is here."
"You just seemed to say, 'You can't protect the master and mistress' only' what?"
Harry looked into Dobby's eyes and asked seriously.
"Draco doesn't have a sister? Cassandra, right?"
"Yes, yes." Dobby nodded and spoke tremblingly, "Dobby was wrong, stupid Dobby, stupid Dobby, Miss Cassandra is a gentle and kind girl, she is very good to Dobby. , she is Dobby." After a moment of being stuck, Dobby fell into silence.
"Your mistress only asked you to protect Draco, right?"
There were more and more guesses in Harry's mind, but without enough clues, he couldn't piece together a complete story. The only channel for him to get the news was the elf in front of him, and Harry waited for his answer.
"The mistress told Dobby to protect Master Draco."
Dobby repeated this sentence, his pupils became slightly dilated, and his shaky body almost fell again. Harry picked up his pillowcase-like tattered clothes and carefully placed him on the ground.
"Don't move."
He gave Dobby a stern look, and after dripping a drop of potion into Dobby's mouth that was bitter enough to completely paralyze his body, he pulled off the dirty bandages on Dobby's body.
The festering wound is not a mark left by a knife or a whipping. The festering abscess is a wound caused by magic. It is a curse, like the Leg Locking Curse and the Dancing Curse. The inconspicuous Pussy Curse is cast upon People will develop many painful pustules on their bodies, but under normal circumstances, this evil curse will not cause such consequences. Even if the pustule curse is ignored, it will gradually lose its effectiveness after a few hours of pain. Although it is completely If you don't care, it will leave ugly scars on the skin, but it will never let the body fester and cause such a disgusting wound.
"unless."
Harry's eyes narrowed, and he took out a sharp lancet without hesitation, and dug out all the festering and pus-filled dead flesh in the wound bit by bit.
(End of chapter)
