Chapter 130 Suspicious Malfoy

This potion, which is similar to an anesthetic, will not cause a coma. On the battlefield, even if it is a general anesthesia operation, it is best to keep the subject awake. In the abyss, there is no rear area. The demons seem to be drilled out of the soil, and encounters with them are possible anywhere.

Compared with waking up a comatose person, it is much quicker and more convenient to inject a neutralizing agent to make the conscious patient actively cooperate with the evacuation. Muggles cannot achieve the consciousness of general anesthesia, but wizards can.

After the rotten flesh was cleaned up, the bloody Dobby looked much better than at the beginning. Harry, who didn't use too many potions for him, didn't even apply restorative potions for him. The healing continued as before, and the wounds barely stopped bleeding. The healing spell was okay for small wounds, but wounds of this degree could only stop the bleeding.

A semi-shade-dried beetroot plant was pinched in the palm of Harry's hand. Under the violent rubbing, a few drops of dry juice were squeezed out, and then spread evenly on the bloody wound. The beetroot essence was a healing potion that the wizarding world had used for a long time. Although it would leave scars, the healing effect was quite good. The juice squeezed by beetroot was much less effective, but it was barely enough.

A layer of blood scab solidified, and Harry also dripped a drop of neutralizer into Dobby's mouth. As the numbness that blocked the pain disappeared, the pain from the wound made him sweat coldly.

"Chew the rest of the white meat and wipe it on yourself when you go back. Remember to wrap it with clean boiled cloth and change it frequently. After about a month, these wounds will heal."

The reason Dobby didn't want Harry to heal him was that the elves couldn't get the potion. Once he drank the potion to heal his wounds, the probability of being discovered was too high. His wounds must have been caused at the master's house, but such rough methods were much safer. Although the pustule spell was really powerful, the main reason why Dobby became what he is now is because of himself.

Those filthy bandages are full of messy germs, even if they are not injured, they will still be rotten. It doesn’t matter if the elf can’t get the potion, but the white meat can still be found. If you squeeze out the distilled water from the beginning, put white meat on it, and sleep on the wound, the wound will almost heal, and it won’t turn into what it is now.

"Now tell me, what happened to Draco, who caused your injuries, and tell me everything you know, Dobby, if you want to save your little master."

Harry, who stopped Dobby from saluting and thanking him, said bluntly, "You shouldn't have much time to go out. It's been ten minutes since you came here. If you don't want to be found out, just tell me everything about it quickly, and you don't need to say anything else."

"Mr. Harry Potter." Dobby, who was rubbing his eyes, spoke with a sob, and nodded vigorously knowing what Harry meant, "I'll tell you everything, sir, but there are some things that I don't want to say, but that I can't."

"Master Draco is in danger, great danger, but Dobby doesn't know what that danger is."

Completely illogical words came out of his mouth, but Dobby spoke seriously, very seriously.

"Master, he's crazy. A year ago, Master was a little different. Dobby didn't know why, but two months ago, Master became even more crazy."

"The hostess was seriously ill a year ago. Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent. She was in good health and everything was healthy, but after a certain day, she lay on the bed, so weak that she could hardly speak. The host said that the hostess was under the care of the best doctor, so Dobby didn't need to take care of the hostess. Dobby once secretly went to see the hostess, and she was very bad."

"Miss Cassandra is a gentle and kind girl. She cares about Master Draco very much, but the master is a little afraid of her, because the young lady is a strict and stern person, and the young lady is also very smart. She loves learning and doing experiments. She even asks Dobby to help and do experiments."

"The family bought several new owls, because the previous owls were always missing, and Dobby couldn't find them, but the letter needed an owl to post, and the peacock at home was gone. It was the owner's favorite peacock, but after the peacock disappeared, the owner didn't say anything, and he didn't seem to like them anymore."

"The young master had a conflict with the young lady after returning home, because the young master mentioned you, sir, at dinner. The master and the young lady seemed very angry, because the young master said that he wanted to join a team you established, sir?"

Dobby rambled on a lot of incongruous words, and also said a lot of trivial things. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his heavy breathing was a sign of his exhaustion. His body was very weak, not just because of the previous injuries. The abnormal old appearance should appear on elves over a hundred years old, and Dobby. He has only worked in the Malfoy family for less than fifteen years.

"Dobby must go back, sir."

The elf forced a smile, nodded gratefully to Harry, and picked up the dirty bandages scattered on the ground.

"Dobby is a bad elf. Dobby stained the floor of sir. Dobby's eyes were blurred before and he couldn't see clearly. Dobby is sorry sir."

"Clean up."

Harry waved his hand, and simply cleaned up the clotted blood on the ground.

"It shouldn't be sir, little wizards can't cast magic outside of school, it's against the rules."

"It was Dobby who killed Mr. Dobby—"

"Okay, you can go back." Harry waved his hand indifferently, "Remember to change the bandage."

After a final respectful bow to Harry, the elf left Harry's room with a slight crack and returned to where he was supposed to be.

Harry, who left the room, glanced at Dudley who was sleeping soundly on the sofa. The previous movement did not disturb his deep sleep at all. After giving him a big fight, the dazed-eyed Dudley hadn't even made a sound, and was captivated by the dinner on the table.

"Meat!"

With a loud roar, Dudley rushed forward, opened the lid and ate a lot, and Harry, who had already reached the door, bent over and picked up a letter, the postmark of the Ministry of Magic was very prominent on it.

'Dear Mr. Harry Potter:

We have received reports that you cast a cleansing spell on the premises at 8:43 tonight.

You know, underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. We hereby solemnly remind you to abide by the "Act on the Reasonable Restraining of Underage Wizards" (1875, Section 3). The Department of Reversal of Accidental Affairs is busy with work, please pay attention to your behavior.

I wish you a happy summer!

Mafalda Hopkirk

The Ministry of Magic prohibits misuse of the Magic Office. '

"That's it? I thought there would be a warning letter."

Harry grinned and threw the letter into the trash can.

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic is still easy to talk about."

"But there is a hanging effect." Harry stretched his waist, and yawned. "Why can't we learn from other places? There is no regulation in the Wuzi Party that prohibits students from casting spells outside the school. It is a full two months of precious time. Seven years and six holidays add up to twelve months. A regulation more than a hundred years ago wants to control me more than a hundred years later. I signed and agreed to it?"

"Who gave you such a big face?"

"Clean up."

He pulled the trigger on the trash can, and the trash that was almost full disappeared in an instant.