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Instead, they were looking forward to when the battle would begin, and when the three of them would land their fists on Malfoy's face.

This day came much later than they had imagined.

Because of the new school rules, students rarely have the opportunity to be alone anymore.

Furthermore, the fact that everyone was instinctively on guard made it even more difficult to launch a successful sneak attack.

Of course, the same principle applies to Malfoy.

His plan to ambush Dolly was simply impossible to carry out.

Instead, it was the strange, short figure that suddenly appeared beside him that made Malfoy notice it and begin to become suspicious.

"who is it!"

Malfoy turned and shouted, clearly seeing a shadow flash by in the corner.

"Malfoy, are you seeing things again?"

Gao Er touched his stomach, looking utterly helpless.

The three of them had just finished dinner in the lobby and were heading back to the Slytherin common room together.

Malfoy's paranoid behavior has been going on for some time now.

At first, Malfoy was quite relaxed and could even loudly mock Dolly's terrible tracking skills.

But gradually, being disturbed by such things every day, Malfoy's nerves began to weaken, affecting his sleep.

Faced with his lackey's mockery, Malfoy kicked Goyle, sending him screaming in pain, before panting and saying, "Don't question me, I clearly saw something!"

"It must be her, she's trying to break me down like this!"

As they were talking, Malfoy suddenly turned around, and a spark of fire erupted from the tip of his wand, which then exploded into the corner.

This is the result of his recent intensive practice. He is proficient in the fire-starting spell, and can do it almost silently, but he still has to mutter the spell in a low voice.

It was originally intended to ambush Dolly and avenge her previous defeat, but now it's being used on Spot.

The flames rushed straight towards Dian Dian's figure, illuminating her horrified face.

Malfoy wore a smug expression; the moment he saw Dots, he knew what was following him.

I'm pretty sure this is all Dolly's scheme, and now it's time to make Dolly's henchmen suffer.

Dolly knows healing spells, doesn't she?

To his surprise, Dian Dian simply snapped his fingers, and the flames that had flown in front of him vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

House-elves don't need wands to cast spells; they only need a gesture, such as snapping their fingers.

The same goes for Dots; although house-elves have very weak magic and cannot cast powerful spells.

It would be a piece of cake to deal with Malfoy's fire-starting spell.

Malfoy's face flushed red, as if he had been greatly insulted, and he raised his hand to cast another powerful spell.

But Dian Dian just gave a mocking smile, then snapped her fingers and disappeared.

All that remained was Malfoy's impotent rage, as he blasted the walls with spells.

"You two idiots, do you see that? I'm not crazy, something's following us."

"Why aren't you making a move? The three of us together could take him down!"

Malfoy kicked and punched Goyle and Crabbe beside him. The two men, who had just frantically pulled out their wands, ran away with their heads in their hands, not daring to resist at all.

When Malfoy was panting, he said, "Malfoy, let's go quickly, I feel chilly in here."

"Yeah, could it be that guy hasn't left yet?"

Malfoy chuckled and continued, "A house-elf? I don't believe he'd dare hurt me!"

Dots really wouldn't dare hurt Malfoy, but he could call for reinforcements.

With a crisp sound, Dian Dian appeared before the three of them, her face showing a look of fear.

Malfoy stared at him, then angrily used his knockout ability.

But before he could finish reciting the incantation, he suddenly flew up and hovered in the air.

Then, his clothes were pulled down by his waist and he was thrown down. The next second, he slammed hard onto the ground, leaving Malfoy's mind blank for a moment.

He felt as if his bones were broken, his internal organs were ruptured and displaced, and he was probably going to die.

Warm liquid was flowing from my nose and the corners of my mouth. Could it be blood?

He died just like that?

Immediately, a warm light surged into his body, causing Malfoy's condition to improve rapidly.

This is Dolly's healing spell.

Of course, a healing spell cannot cure a dying injury.

In fact, Dolly held back, pulling Malfoy's body back to slow his fall, so he only suffered a minor injury.

The reason they initially grabbed him by the collar and tossed him into the air was simply to scare him and boost their morale.

Malfoy groggily opened his eyes and saw that Goyle had fallen to the ground and Crabbe had been thrown against the wall by Dolly, his face making intimate contact with the wall.

Dolly knocked out her two henchmen in just a second.

Malfoy had just gripped his wand and was unable to do anything when Dolly came back and stepped on Malfoy's wrist.

Malfoy began to scream in pain and fear.

At that moment, he was truly afraid that Dolly would kill him.

But Dolly's silent spell rendered Malfoy speechless; his death throes resembled those of a spider about to be made into a specimen, his limbs flailing helplessly.

"I heard you're going to retaliate against me, ambush me, and beat me until I admit defeat?"

Dolly crouched down, smiling broadly, but the murderous intent in her eyes was undisguised.

Although the concept of murderous intent sounds very mystical, at least in Malfoy's eyes, Dolly possessed it.

After all, Dolly wasn't some innocent little wizard who hadn't spilled blood; besides humans, she had killed quite a few creatures of all kinds.

"I'm right here now, you can come and hit me."

"Why aren't you making a move? Are you unable to win?"

Dolly chuckled and said, "Since you won't hit me, then I'll have to hit you."

Dolly punched Malfoy in the chest, and Malfoy instantly felt as if his body was about to be shattered.

However, Dolly's healing spell allowed Malfoy to recover quickly.

At this moment, Malfoy's eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Dolly. The fear was different from the pain he felt when he was attacked earlier. He seemed to understand what Dolly was going to do.

"That's right, I'm going to torture you."

"Before you take revenge on me, I'm sorry, I'll take revenge on you first."

"Judging from your confused look, it seems you don't know why I'm looking for you, so I can only tell you..."

"you guess?"

Every two sentences Dolly would throw a punch at Malfoy in a different spot, beating him mercilessly while simultaneously healing him.

To this day, not a single bloodstain can be found on Malfoy's body.

Malfoy's gaze toward Dolly had turned to one of terror, as if he regarded her as some kind of monstrous beast.

Dolly's smile, in particular, seemed like that of a demon to him.

"Today is just an appetizer. I'll come to see you every week from now on."

"As for the location, no one can be sure. It might be in your dorm room. Don't doubt my abilities, Malfoy."

Dolly beckoned, and Dot came to Dolly's side, looking terrified, but still said to Dolly, "At your service, Lord Dursley."

Then Dolly waved for Spot to leave; that was the limit Spot could do.

As for what Dolly just said about attacking Malfoy in his dormitory, if Dolly could do that, there would have been no need to use Polyjuice Potion to get into his common room and kill him.

It was purely to scare Malfoy.

However, it must be said that this kind of scare tactic is very effective.

Malfoy was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale; it was probably his last bit of courage that he didn't lose control of his bladder.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Someone should be coming over soon."

“Malford Laco, we’ll play it slow until my revenge is over.”

"As for why I'm seeking revenge, guess?"

After saying that, Dolly stood up, gave Malfoy a final healing spell, and then came to Spot's side.

Dolly snapped her fingers, and Dolly and the dog vanished instantly, leaving Malfoy alone, roaring madly without a sound, tears of humiliation streaming down his face.

He wants revenge; he absolutely must have revenge!

Even if it means losing face by asking the professor or even his parents for help, he is determined to get revenge!

I swear in the name of Slytherin!

Dolly, on the other hand, returned to her dormitory and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione immediately came over and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did someone find out?"

"of course not."

Dolly shrugged and said, "I've set up a banishing spell so that ordinary students won't notice unless a professor is passing by."

"Thank you, Dot."

Dolly patted Dot's head and said, "You can tell Dumbledore about this. It's okay. If he has any questions, he can come to me directly."

Dian Dian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't actually participate in bullying Malfoy, it was still too exciting for a house-elf.

He chose to take his leave, wanting to go back to his bed and get a good rest for the day, so that he could better continue to track Malfoy for Dolly.

That's right, DianDian's mission continues.