Chapter 420: Yin Yang Yang Yang

Hermione's hands were handcuffed in dark iron, and a chain of chains was fastened. The chain was fastened to one end of the stone wall. It was long enough to not affect her range of motion, but it was also inseparable from this room.
She is guarded by her familiar house elf-Dobby.
Hermione sat quietly on the bed and stared at Dobby.
She wanted to persuade Dobby to let her go, but the idea was instantly dispelled.
Almost all house elves are stubborn, and she has already experienced it in Hogwarts. The failure of the house elf liberation front has caused her to hit her head.
Moreover, the master's order is irresistible. Even if Dobby is really influenced, the power of the contract will make Dobby fail to defy the order and needs to be detoured.
She still remembers how she gave Hogwarts elf clothes.
She said: lend them those clothes and return them to her in a few decades.
After stealing the concept, many house elves accepted it.
Except for those diehards who glorified the mess as glory.
Negotiation requires skill.
Suddenly, the girl thought, and began to try her plan.
"Cough." Hermione began to cough violently, and the pair of slender eyebrows slightly curled up, collapsed on the bed covered with violet sheets, as if suffering a lot of pain.
Dobby was obviously taken aback.
His nature was still kind, and there was a panicked look on his face.
Malfoy just told him to watch Hermione, but didn't tell him to die.
"Miss Granger, what can Dobby do to help you?" Dobby was so hesitant that he almost wanted to help Hermione undo his handcuffs.
"Miss Granger is a smart sorceress, or Master Draco's female companion...Dobby is just an ordinary house-elf who can't tell the truth from your words." Dobby shrank him. Said timidly.
"Do you know where I got the bag? Cough, it's a pale pink ladies purse embroidered with an owl with pale blonde hair, a few bottles of medicine, the golden bottle, I can drink it Good." Hermione's hopes in her heart began to light up, while continuing to play a sudden illness, and said weakly, becoming angry.
As a house-elf, Dobby was unaware of the existence of spiritual agents.
They can never take a potion class.
"You don't need to help me open the handcuffs, the wand can be thrown far away, I'm so sad, please, Dobby."
"Dobby is a free, kind house-elf, right?"
Hermione coughed again, quietly biting the tip of her tongue, breaking her skin, coughing and spitting blood.
The blood sprinkled on the white sheets, like blossoming plum blossoms.
Hermione can only now pin her hopes on that wonderful potion.
Spiritual agent-a wonderful lucky potion that can make a person almost want to do everything after drinking it and reverse the trend.
Hermione waited anxiously.
"Is this this?" Dobby hurried back quickly and lifted a glass bottle. The bottle was transparent, and the golden liquid swayed in it, appearing very active.
The indescribable sweet taste bloomed from Hermione's mouth. She can say that this is the most delicious drink she has ever had.
But she had no mood to taste it carefully. On the contrary, she drank more and more quickly, and her throat rolled a few times.
She drank a small bottle of potions, and she didn't have any drops left.
She eased a few times, revealing a smile, her expression calm, showing immediate "medicine".
"Great, Miss Granger is okay, Dobby is very happy!" Dobby said with a dance.
Hermione's "honest" performance just now gained its trust.
Hermione can only wait quietly for the magical agent to develop her wonderful effect.
"Dobby, your master is in danger." Hermione pretended to be anxious.
She wanted to rush to Hogwarts, even if it was just a stubborn salary for the whole school.
Can only cheat Dobby.
It was her wand in Dobby's hand that seemed very uncoordinated.
In fact, house-elves are only subject to the ancient magic contract. In fact, they don't need a wand to cast magic.
And the system seems to be different from the wizard, and even the magic left by the four founders cannot stop their phantom migration at Hogwarts.
Of course, it is not ruled out that having a magic wand can add icing on the cake and make them more effective at casting spells.
At this time, Dobby was wearing a black cloak of the Death Eater, which was very funny. It seemed to be a smaller model. The tailoring skills were not very good. It was too small and it was hard to put on the body and appeared bulging. Drummed.
"Master Malfoy told me not to believe any of your words. It was just that Dobby was very kind, and she helped Miss Granger get the medicine. Miss Granger didn't have to get in." Dobby was trembling and staring at the girl in front of her .
Although she is one of the few people who has a friendly attitude towards house-elves, in the eyes of Dobby, the master's order is the most important. Top priority.
"If you don't believe you can go to your master, he is now in danger." Hermione made a determined look, and said in a nutshell.
But in fact, she was very nervous and thumped, and she had to show a confident expression.
She is not a liar.
"Don't lie to Dobby." Dobby's head shook quickly, the ears swayed like a fan, and his eyes stared at her stunned.
In the final analysis, the mind is still a bit simple.
For domestic elves, the master's status is above everything else.
"You can't run away." It said, and then the phantom distorted, looking for his master.
Hermione can't do without it. At her magic level, she left her wand and cast a wandless spell. At most, she called out a small splash of water.
Not much better than ordinary people.
But being able to open for a while was a while, and under Dobby's eyelids, there was really no chance.
She was so distressed that she wanted to flap her wings and flew to Hogwarts, but she had no choice.
She stood up and walked to the door.
"Arahho caves open!" The iron lock shook sharply a few times, making a few metal whistle and crisp sounds, and then the flag was halted, but there was no sign of opening.
Her hands are enough to lock the handcuffs of the fierce dark wizard, and the magic power is greatly suppressed. Even with the skill of wand-free casting, she can't open the door.
Just half a minute later, there was a gust of wind in the room, and much thinner figure reappeared in the bedroom.
Hermione immediately straightened her body, turned around, and made a sign that she was wandering around the room because she was extremely bored, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
Her hope was lost again.
Perhaps, the depot is not so useful at all?
Hermione had to start to doubt.
Domestic elves are the most loyal subordinates, and they will meticulously complete the orders set by the master.
On the contrary, it is more affected than this, and some self-judgment ability is temporarily coaxed away by Hermione. This is her starfall.
When she saw Dobby again, she vaguely noticed something was wrong.
Because Dobby's face was terrified, the already huge eyes almost occupied the entire face at this time.
"Miss Hermione! Follow me, Master Malfoy is really in trouble!" Dobby looked very anxious.
Hermione's mouth twitched, and she seemed to be right again.
No one knows whether her own prophecy is profound, or whether the psychic agent has helped her.
She only saw that the boy fell in the pool of blood,
Hermione always felt that this scene was a bit familiar, she forcibly suppressed her mindless thoughts, and her heart was actually suspended again.
She blamed herself for her death, and she thought of it with some pleasure.
But she still couldn't save her life, and she needed a valid reason to convince Dobby to bring her wand back.
"I can't save him without a wand." Hermione shook her head helplessly. She was lying. In fact, a small bag was sewn on her cuff, containing a bottle filled with Phoenix tears, and many medicines.
"Dobby helps you to unlock your handcuffs and give you your wand!" Dobby said excitedly.
But when Hermione returned to freedom and held her wand, she changed her position.
"Fallen!" Dobby was knocked down, his big head hit the black wall hard, and then fainted.
But Hermione was not prepared to speak.
"No matter what, I can't watch you die."
In the transparent bottle, the mixed liquid of Phoenix's crystal tears and white fresh essence dripped gently on Malfoy's torn wound, and some decaying and contaminated meat was instantly purified, smoking a white smoke .
The black gas quickly disappeared, and the faintly visible white bones even began to grow new flesh.
Malfoy's fingers flicked, his eyelids were about to lift, and he seemed to be regaining consciousness soon.
"In a faint! All petrified~EbookFREE.me~ Hermione waved his wand quickly, and two successive spells shot out from between the rods.
She was not so careless. Wouldn’t it be stupid to wake him up and subdue herself again? This is a lesson from Dobby's previous lesson-learn to make up the knife.
The servant's actions finally retaliated on the master.
Malfoy's body was hit and shivered, and the consciousness that was about to recover came to an abrupt halt, and then fell asleep again, his chest undulating, indicating that he was still alive.
Finally, Hermione laid him flat on a sofa.
"I hope you can finally correct the evil, but I have to go now." Hermione looked at him with a complex look, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked to the place where the cabinet disappeared.
She heard the conversation between Malfoy and Dobby, it seems that the Hogwarts cabinet has been repaired?