Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Two big bat-like ears drooped on both sides of the bald head, some slender white hairs came out of the ear holes, two protruding green eyes were almost as big as tennis balls, and the wrinkled skin was pale and gray, exuding a dead air.

Harry sees the 'ghost' that has entered his bedroom, and what appears in front of him is a house-elf, a house-elf in a final race against death.

The little guy in front of him couldn't reach the height of Harry's ass, and his severely bent back seemed unable to support the weight of his head. The bandages and cloth strips torn from old clothes had been completely polluted by festering and bleeding wounds. Along with the weak sobbing sound of pain, some muddy blood dripped onto the floor.

The kicked door blew a gust of wind, and the howling wind blew the already weak elf to the ground. A hoarse scream came from his mouth, and the elf subconsciously wanted to Apparate away, and suddenly found that his bandaged palm had been easily pinched by a big hand.

"Who are you and why are you in my house?"

Harry, who was squatting on the ground, cast a huge shadow. His muscular body was like a mountain with the moonlight behind it. His cold face and cold voice spread the invisible coercion. When facing this humanoid tyrannosaurus, no matter how courageous he was, he couldn't help feeling a little timid.

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

But to Harry's surprise, the elf, who was almost scared to urinate by him, saw his face, his original panic turned into excitement in an instant, and his originally dark eyes lit up a little at this moment, like a drowning man embracing driftwood.

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

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

The little elf, who was emotionally agitated, spoke hastily, but as he spoke, he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, and the bandage that almost wrapped him like a mummy exuded a rotten smell that couldn't be concealed. Although the appearance of the wound could not be seen, it was not difficult to imagine how serious the injury was.

"Undo the bandages and take off your clothes." Harry paused for a moment, and he took out a few bottles of potions from his chest pocket, "Treat your injuries first, no matter what you want from me, I don't want anyone to die in my bedroom, that would be too bad."

Just when Harry was about to make a move, the elf, who had been so weak from the pain, rubbed his back hard, his big eyes filled with tears, and when he shook his head firmly, the dirty bandage was wetted by the cloudy tears.

"It will be discovered, sir. Dobby can't. Even if Dobby is dead, Dobby can't let Dobby go out. It 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 to choke, raised his hand to wipe his tears with difficulty, looked at Harry with pleading eyes, and said tremblingly.

"Okay." Harry, who temporarily stopped his movements, softened his tone a little. This kind of development made him full of doubts, but now he can only take one step at a time.

"What did you come to see me for? This isn't the first time you've been in my bedroom, Dobby?"

"Yes, sir. Dobby has been here for several days, but Dobby didn't wait for you to come. Dobby was planning to give up, but only you can help with this matter."

"Please save Master Draco, sir, please!"

"The master is already crazy, and the mistress is also seriously ill. The last thing she said to Dobby was to ask Dobby to protect Master Draco, but Dobby can't do it. Dobby has nothing to do. Dobby can't protect the master and the mistress."

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

"Can the great Mr. Harry Potter help Dobby, after all, he has done such a great thing."

As he said that, Dobby's voice became lower and lower. After carefully looking at Harry, he lowered his head, as if he also knew that this was a very embarrassing thing.

Listening to these words dictated by Dobby, Harry couldn't help but fell into deep thought. He always felt that there was something wrong with the words. Harry could understand Dobby's plea for help. After all, in JK's book, Dobby was an elf who cared a lot about himself.

To put it bluntly, Dobby is a fan of the Boy Who Lived, somewhat similar to the crazy fan of "I want to lay eggs for Giegie and marry him in a wedding dress" in reality. Even though he knew that tipping off Harry was a violation of the rules, he would rather punish himself severely to inform Harry.

"Dobby knows this is a very embarrassing thing." After seeing that Harry didn't respond for a while, he said timidly. Although he was a little disappointed in his words, he didn't have any blame, "Dobby took the liberty to interrupt, sir, Dobby just now."

"You seemed to say just now, 'you can't protect the one and only master and mistress'?"

Harry stared into Dobby's eyes and asked seriously.

"Draco doesn't have a sister? Cassandra, right?"

"Yes." Dobby nodded, and said tremblingly, "Dobby is wrong, stupid Dobby, stupid Dobby, Miss Cassandra is a gentle and kind girl, she is very good to Dobby, she is what Dobby wants." After a moment of stuttering, Dobby fell into silence.

"Your mistress, you are only asked to protect Draco, right?"

There were more and more guesses in Harry's mind, but he couldn't piece together the complete story without enough clues. The only way he got the news was the elf in front of him, and Harry waited for his answer.

"The hostess told Dobby back then that Dobby should protect Master Draco."

Dobby repeated this sentence, his pupils became slightly dilated, and his precarious body almost fell down again. Harry took his pillowcase-like torn clothes and carefully put him on the ground.

"Don't move."

He gave Dobby a stern look, and ripped off Dobby's dirty bandages after dropping a drop of potion bitter enough to completely paralyze his body.

The festering wound is not a scar left by a knife or whipping. The festering abscess is a wound caused by magic. It is a curse, the same as the Leg Locking Curse and the Dancing Curse. It is an inconspicuous Pustule Curse. Many painful pustules will appear on the person who is cast on the curse, but under normal circumstances, this curse will not lead to such consequences. , causing such disgusting wounds.

"unless."

Harry's eyes were fixed, and he took out a sharp lancet without hesitation, and bit by bit all the festering and festering dead flesh in the wound.