Hermione's hands were handcuffed in black iron, and a chain was fastened to one end of the stone wall, long enough not to interfere with her range of motion, but it couldn't leave the room.

Guarding her is Dobby, a house-elf she knows.

Hermione sat quietly on the bed and looked at Dobby.

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

Almost all house-elves are stubborn, something she'd experienced first-hand at Hogwarts, and the defeat of the House-Elf Liberation Front had left her bleeding on the head.

Moreover, the master's order is not to be disobeyed, and even if Dobby is really influenced, the power of the contract will make Dobby unable to disobey the order, and he needs to take a detour.

She remembered how she gave the clothes to the Hogwarts elves.

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

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

Except for those diehards who take the glory of sloppiness as dirty.

Negotiation requires skill.

Suddenly, the girl's mind moved and she began to try her plan.

"Ahem. Hermione began to cough violently, her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she collapsed on the violet sheets, curled up as if in great pain.

Dobby was visibly taken aback.

His nature was still kind, and his face showed a frightened and panicked look.

Malfoy just told him to watch Hermione, not to save him.

"Miss Granger, how can Dobby help you?" Dobby hesitated for a moment, almost trying to help Hermione uncuff hermione.

"Miss Granger is a brilliant wizard and the female companion of Master Draco...... Dobby is just an ordinary house-elf who can't tell the truth from your words. Dobby said timidly, cowering his head.

"Do you know where the bag I was taken away is? Ahem, it's a pale pink lady's purse, embroidered with a pale blonde owl on it, and a few bottles of potion in it, the golden one, I can drink it. Hermione's faint hope began to light up, and she continued to play the role of a sudden onset, and her voice became weak, becoming angry.

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

There's no way they've ever taken a Potions class.

"You don't need to help me open the handcuffs, I can throw my wand far away, I'm so uncomfortable, please, Dobby. ”

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

Hermione coughed a few more times, quietly bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, broke the skin, coughed and spat blood.

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

Hermione could only hope in the marvelous potion now.

Elixir - A wonderful potion of luck that can make a person's wishes come true and turn the tide after drinking it.

Hermione waited anxiously.

"Is that it?" Dobby quickly rushed back, holding up a glass bottle that was transparent, and the golden liquid was jolting and vibrating in it, appearing active.

An indescribably sweet taste bloomed from Hermione's mouth, and she could say that it 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 and more quickly and urgently, and her throat rolled a few times.

A small bottle of elixir was drunk by her, and there was not a drop left.

She softened a few times, showed a smile, and her expression was calm, showing an immediate "medicinal effect".

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

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

Hermione could only wait quietly for the elixir to unleash its wondrous effect.

"Dobby, your master is in danger. Hermione feigned anxiety.

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

I can only deceive Dobby.

Dobby's hand was holding her wand, which looked out of place.

In fact, house-elves are only subject to ancient magical contracts, and do not actually need a wand to perform magic.

And the system seems to be different from that of wizards, and even the magic left by the four founders can't stop them from apparition at Hogwarts

Of course, it is not ruled out that having a wand can be the icing on the cake and make them more effective in casting spells.

Dobby was wearing a black cloak of the Death Eater's at this time, which looked very funny, it looked like a model that had been changed to a smaller size, and the tailor's craftsmanship was not very good, so it was changed to be too small and put on his body, which looked bulging.

"Master Malfoy told me not to believe any of your words, but Dobby was very kind and helped Miss Granger to get the medicine, and Miss Granger didn't want to take an inch. Dobby trembled and stared at the girl in front of him seriously.

Although she is one of the few people who have a friendly attitude towards house-elves, in Dobby's eyes, it is the master's orders that matter most. Highest priority.

"If you don't believe it, you can go to your master, he is in danger right now. Hermione made a sure look, and her words were convincing.

But in fact, she was nervous inside, pounding, and had to show a look of conviction.

She is not a person who is used to lying.

"Don't lie to Dobby. Dobby's head shook quickly, his ears swaying like a fan, and his eyes stared at her in a daze.

At the end of the day, the mind is still a little simple.

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

"You can't run away. It said, and then the apparition took shape, looking for his master.

Hermione was indeed inseparable, and with her magic level, she left her wand and cast a wandless spell, summoning a small splash at most.

Not much better than the average person.

But to be able to hold it out for a while, under Dobby's nose, there really wasn't a chance at all.

She was so worried that she 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 soft metal cracks, and then it died down, but there was no sign of opening.

In her hands were handcuffs large enough to lock the fierce dark wizard, and her magic was so suppressed that even with the skill of casting spells without a wand, she could not open the door.

After only half a minute, a gust of wind swept through the room, and Dobby's thin figure reappeared in the bedroom.

Hermione straightened up and turned away, making a sign that she was wandering around the room because she was bored, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

Her hope was lost again.

Perhaps, the elixir is not that useful at all?

Hermione had to start to get suspicious.

House-elves are the most loyal subordinates and will meticulously fulfill the orders set by their masters.

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

Just as she saw Dobby again, she vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Because Dobby's face was so frightened that his already 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 corners of Hermione's mouth twitched, and she seemed to be right again.

Whether it was her own prophecy skills, or the elixir that 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, and she forcibly suppressed her mindless thoughts, and her heart actually hung again.

The blame is self-inflicted, and there is more than enough to die, she thought with some pleasure.

But she still couldn't save herself, and she needed a valid reason to convince Dobby to get her wand back.

"I can't save him without a wand. Hermione shook her head helplessly, she was lying, in fact she had a small bag sewn into her cuff, which contained a bottle full of phoenix tears, and a lot of medicine.

"Dobby uncuffs you and give you back the wand!" Dobby said excitedly.

But just as Hermione was free and held her wand, she switched sides.

"Faint!" Dobby was knocked down, his big head slamming into the black wall, and he fainted.

But Hermione wasn't ready to break her word.

"Either way, I can't watch you die. ”

In the transparent bottle, the mixed liquid of phoenix tears and white fresh essence gently dripped onto Malfoy's torn wound, and some of the rotten contaminated flesh was purified in an instant, emitting a trace of white smoke.

The black qi quickly disappeared, and even new flesh began to grow on the faintly visible white bones.

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

"Faint! ”

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

She wasn't that careless, wouldn't it be stupid to let him wake up and subdue himself again?

The servant's deeds were ultimately retributed to the master.

Malfoy's body was hit, and he trembled a little, and the consciousness that was about to be restored came to an abrupt end, and then he fell asleep again, his chest rising and falling, indicating that he was still alive.

Eventually, Hermione laid him flat on a couch.

"I hope you'll finally be able to change your 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 Vanishing Cabinet underground.

She overhears Malfoy and Dobby's conversation, and it seems that the Hogwarts cabinet has been repaired?