Two large bat-like ears hung down on either side of the bare head, some slender white hairs peeked out of the ear holes, two prominent green eyes almost the size of a tennis ball, and the wrinkled skin was pale and gray, revealing a dead air.

Harry saw the 'ghost' that had broken into his bedroom, and he was presented with a house-elf, a house-elf in the final race against death.

The little creature in front of him was not as tall as Harry's buttocks, his severely rickety back didn't seem to be able to support the weight of his head, the torn strips of bandage had been contaminated with pus and bleeding wounds, and a little cloudy blood dripped onto the floor with a faint sobbing sound of pain.

The kicked door blew a strong wind, and the whistling wind blew the already weak elf to the ground, a hoarse scream came out of his mouth, and the elf who subconsciously wanted to phantage away suddenly found that his bandaged palm had been easily pinched by a large hand.

"Who are you and why did you come to my house?"

Squatting on the ground, Harry cast a huge shadow, the muscular figure was like a mountain with moonlight on its back, and the cold face and cold voice spread the invisible coercion, when facing this humanoid tyrannosaurus, even the most daring people couldn't help but feel a little timid in their hearts.

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

But to Harry's surprise, the elf who was almost scared by him turned into excitement in an instant after seeing his face, and his originally gray eyes brightened up a little at this moment, as if a man in the water was hugging a drifting driftwood.

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

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

The little elf, who was suddenly excited, hurriedly spoke, but as he spoke, he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, and the bandage that almost wrapped him into a mummy emitted a rotten stench that could not be concealed, although he could not see the appearance of the wound, but it was not difficult to imagine how serious the injury was.

"Untie the bandages and take off your clothes." Harry paused for a moment, then pulled out a few bottles of potions from his chest bag, "Deal with your injuries first, no matter what you're looking for me, I don't want anyone to die in my bedroom, that's too bad." ”

Just as Harry was about to make a move, the elf, already weakened by the pain, rubbed back with all his might, his big eyes filled with tears, and as he shook his head firmly, the cloudy tears moistened the dirty bandages.

"This will be discovered, sir, Dobby can't. Even if Dobby is dead, Dobby can't let Dobby's outing be discovered, which will cause trouble. ”

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

Dobby, who was sobbing at first, struggled to wipe his tears from his eyes, and he looked at Harry with a pleading gaze, and said tremblingly.

"Okay." Harry's tone softened a little after a momentary pause, and this unfolding made him full of doubts, but now he could only take one step at a time.

"What did you come to me for? It's not the first time you've 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, sir, Dobby was about to give up, but only you, sir, can help with this matter."

"Please save Master Draco, sir, please!"

"The master has gone crazy, the hostess is also seriously ill, the last thing she said to Dobby was to let Dobby protect Master Draco, but Dobby can't do it, Dobby has no choice, Dobby can't protect the master and the hostess only"

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

"Is the great Mr. Harry Potter able to help Dobby, after all, he has done such great things."

As he spoke, Dobby's voice grew lower and lower, and after a cautious glance at Harry, he lowered his head, as if he knew it was a difficult thing to do.

Listening to Dobby's dictated words, Harry couldn't help but fall into deep thought, he always felt that there was something wrong in these words, Dobby's plea for help to him, Harry could understand, after all, in JK's book, Dobby is a little elf who cares about himself very much, although what he does is a little incomprehensible, but his original intention is not bad.

To put it bluntly, Dobby is a brain C fan of the boy who never dies, somewhat similar to the crazy fan of 'I'm going to lay eggs for Giegie and marry him in a wedding dress' in reality, even if he knows that it is a violation to report to Harry, he would rather punish himself severely to inform Harry of the news.

"Dobby knows it's a very difficult thing to do." After seeing that Harry didn't respond at half-sound, he opened his mouth timidly, although there was some loss in his words, but there was no blame, "Dobby took the liberty of interrupting, sir, Dobby is this."

"What do you seem to have just said, 'You can't protect the master and the hostess'?"

Harry asked earnestly as he stared into Dobby's eyes.

"Doesn't Draco have a sister? Kassandra: Right? ”

"Yes yes yes" Dobby nodded and said in a trembling voice, "Yes Dobby is wrong, Dumb Dobby, Stupid Dobby, Miss Kassandra is a gentle and kind girl, she is very good to Dobby, she is Dobby." After a moment of stuckness, Dobby fell silent.

"Your mistress, you're only going to protect Draco, aren't you?"

Harry's guesses grew more and more, but without enough clues, he couldn't piece together a complete story, and the only way he could 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 the words, his pupils dilated slightly, and his crumbling body almost fell again, and Harry carefully placed him on the ground with his pillowcase-like torn clothes.

"Don't move."

He gave Dobby a stern look and ripped off the dirty bandage on Dobby's body after dropping a drop of potion in his mouth that was bitter enough to completely paralyze his body.

The festering wound is not a trace left by a knife cut and whipping, the festering abscess is a wound caused by magic, this is a curse, and the lock leg spell, the same as the dancing spell, the inconspicuous pusular spell, the person who is enchanted will have a lot of painful pus, but under normal circumstances, this evil spell will not lead to such consequences, even if the pustule spell does not care about it, it will gradually become invalid after a few hours of pain, although it is said that it is completely ignored, it will leave an ugly scar on the skin, but it will definitely not make the body fester, Causing such a disgusting wound.

"Unless."

Harry's gaze froze, and without hesitation, he pulled out a sharp lancet, ripping out all the festering and pus-draining flesh from the wound.

(End of chapter)