The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

She even subconsciously adjusted to a comfortable angle and lay down in Qiu Zhang's arms.

Breathing in the comforting, faint fragrance emanating from Qiu Zhang, I wanted to melt into her warmth.

During this process, Dolly and Cho Chang naturally did not exchange any words.

But Cho Chang kept staring at Dolly's face, watching as Dolly's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her body became more relaxed, and she even leaned close to her as if she were attached to her.

This made Qiu Zhang's lips curl up slightly, and he felt an indescribable joy in his heart, as if a beautiful and irritable rare bird had gradually come to believe her and come to her hand to play with her.

If Hermione hadn't been there, Cho Chang would have wanted to examine every detail of Dolly's face closely, from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her mouth, from the tip of her nose to the tip of her chin.

How could such an adorable girl be born?

Yet, she is so strong, and her experiences are heartbreaking.

Perhaps that's why they became friends. Cho Chang could get strong support from Dolly, but Cho Chang herself also needed to hold Dolly in her arms when she collapsed.

Qiu Zhang felt great, and even became somewhat enamored with this kind of time.

But Hermione's brow furrowed more and more. Why was Cho Chang getting closer and closer to Dolly's face? Was there something wrong with Dolly?

"Is she feeling even worse?"

Qiu Zhang's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly, and he quickly said, "No, it's nothing."

"I was just judging by the rhythm of her eyelid tremors... whether she was still in pain."

"Is she still in pain?"

"It should be much better now."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you tired? Let me do it."

"No, I'm not tired..."

No, you're tired.

Hermione was resolute, and Cho Chang felt inexplicably guilty, though she didn't know why. She could only carefully step aside and let Hermione go up.

Hermione's movements were noticeably less practiced than Cho Chang's earlier.

It's clear that Hermione has little experience when it comes to hugging others, since she has almost never done it on her own initiative.

However, inspired by Akiharu's example, she also put her arm around Dolly's waist and gently wiped the sweat from Dolly's face and neck with a handkerchief. In the slightly cloying warmth, she waited for time to pass second by second.

Hermione would occasionally see her bitten finger, but she wasn't angry. She just felt that she would bite it back when Dolly wasn't looking.

Half a day passed quickly, and just as the two of them had to prepare for the afternoon classes, Qiu Zhang let out a joyful cry.

It turned out that Dolly's limp left hand fingers suddenly twitched almost imperceptibly.

Qiu Zhang quickly and carefully reached over and touched Dolly's fingers, and indeed received feedback that her fingers were moving.

Moreover, it's not the kind of muscle twitching, but rather a feedback from actual support.

"She has recovered?"

Hermione was overjoyed. Cho Chang nodded but then shook his head, saying, "I'm afraid it won't be that fast. Her bones must still be very fragile."

"Let's let her rest well. We have Mrs. Pomfrey to help us."

"And that house-elf, we can ask Dolly about her anytime we want."

Hermione added, and Cho Chang nodded. Then the two girls gently put Dolly back on the bed, covered her with the blankets, and quietly left.

Dolly slept for the entire day.

She always felt like she was having a dream, in which she kept shifting between Hermione and Cho Chang, sometimes admiring Hermione's cute appearance, and sometimes savoring Cho Chang's faint fragrance.

This dream made Dolly feel as if she had returned to her adult self in a past life, and had begun to uncontrollably unleash taboo tendencies that were not allowed by the world.

However, when she woke up, she saw that the school hospital was dark except for a candle in the corner, which meant that it was already late at night.

Looking at the clock above the candlelight, well, to be precise, it's dawn.

Dolly touched her slightly weak chest, then realized something was wrong and looked in surprise at how she was using her left arm.

Have you recovered?

Dolly looked terrified, recalling how brave she had been when fighting the troll.

They hadn't even considered what would happen if the Bone Spirit couldn't be saved, since her injuries were much more serious than Harry's.

But at that time she had no better options and could only fight desperately to survive.

This feeling is not good, and Dolly doesn't want to go through it again.

She curled her fingers, waved her left arm, and checked her condition.

The result is that my arm always feels like it doesn't belong to me, which means that even if the bone has healed, the arm injury may not appear to have fully recovered.

However, it will take some time to adapt before one can move freely again, which is normal; otherwise, the effects of the Life-Generating Elixir would be too overpowering.

At the same time, Dolly felt her stomach was empty, clearly indicating that generating the bones in her entire left arm required a considerable amount of energy.

Dolly hesitated, wondering if she should find something to eat.

But then a pair of orange eyes, gleaming with a faint light, appeared beside Dolly's bed. It was Spot, the house-elf that Dolly knew best.

What are you doing here, Dot?

When Dolly saw that she had woken up and her left arm was moving, Dolly was so excited that she was about to shout.

Dolly quickly made a shushing gesture, and Dot also covered her mouth, realizing that there were other people in the school hospital.

After taking a few deep breaths, Dian Dian said, "Thank you, Sir Dursley. The headmaster has already spoken to me, and I can prioritize helping you from now on. You can temporarily leave the kitchen to someone else."

"DianDian also enjoys working in the kitchen, but she prefers seeing you happy, Wizard."

"The thought that you, Wizard, were so badly injured, and that Dian Dian saw it but didn't dare to help, made Dian Dian feel so painful that she wanted to smash her head open."

"But Dian Dian still can't do anything, she can only keep watch for you at night to prevent bad guys from attacking you again."

Looking into those orange eyes that held a mixture of pain, anxiety, and joy, Dolly felt as if she were seeing the golden retriever she had kept at home in her past life.

Always so loyal, but also very timid.

Dolly wanted to give Spot some verbal reward, but she knew she couldn't.

Despite what they went through, it was far from enough to create a mental imprint of resistance etched into their minds.

Dolly calmly replied, "It's not your fault, Spot. You're a house-elf in the Hogwarts kitchen, and you're not allowed to fight."

“But the fact that you watch over me every night really suits my taste, and we can continue to do so in the future.”

Dolly only needs to acknowledge Dot's actions, and Dot will be so excited and happy that it feels like it can fly.

Doing the right thing to please the wizard is the highest praise you can give a house-elves. On the contrary, praising them will frighten them, making them think that the wizard is going to abandon them.

Without the help of wizards, how could these weak house-elves survive in the dangerous and terrifying magical world?

Although Dobby, the house-elf of the Malfoy family, subdued Lucius Malfoy with a single move, it did not change the fact that house-elves are fragile.

At least that's what the house-elves themselves think.

"Now, Dian Dian, I have something very important for you to do, which will be very helpful for my physical recovery."

Seeing that Dolly was happy, she no longer hesitated and prepared to express her needs.

"I'm very hungry right now. Go to the kitchen and see if there's anything we can use to prepare breakfast for me."

Dian Dian immediately obeyed the order, snapped her fingers, and disappeared.

Right now, he's probably happily busy in the kitchen, while earning the envy of other house-elves.

...Well, even just imagining the scene made Dolly feel very strange and morally unacceptable.

But this is only her own morality, the morality of humans, Muggles, and wizards, and such morality cannot be applied to house-elves.

Otherwise, it would no longer be a matter of moral self-satisfaction and mutual recognition, but would become a form of value indoctrination and bullying.

Of course, Dolly still feels that the problems with house-elves need to be addressed, but Dolly simply doesn't have the ability or energy to do so right now.

Why not start with a little bit and see just how difficult it is to change a house-elf?

Soon, Dolly received a whole plate of various grilled sausages, bacon, fried eggs, hot toast, and a large cup of hot chocolate.

Dot knew Dolly's appetite very well, and said, "They're all vying to cook for you separately, and there are potato pancakes and a big bowl of mushroom soup in the works."

"I'll go get it for you after you've eaten half of it."

Dolly resisted the urge to thank Dot and resumed her mukbang performance.

Whether it was because of hunger or because the food was fresher than what she ate in the lobby, Dolly did find it delicious.

The little dot on the side was so happy it almost fainted, especially since this was a unique experience for it; other house-elves could only hear about it from its mouth.

Thinking of this, Dian Dian proudly puffed out her chest.

"By the way, what do your pet Pokémon eat?"

Dian Dian paused slightly, then said, "After the wizards finish eating, we'll use the leftovers and various simple scraps to make our working meals."

"Don't worry, we will absolutely not waste a single grain of food!"

Dot patted her chest and assured Dolly, but Dolly was thinking about something else entirely.

So she said, "Haven't you ever eaten a meal you cooked yourself?"

Dot quickly shook her head and said, "How could I possibly eat the food prepared for the wizards?"

"We will only taste it in the smallest possible way, and we will never waste a single drop."

Dolly nodded, already knowing what to expect, and said, "Here, try this."

She handed half a pork sausage to Dot, who was startled and tried to refuse, but Dolly added, "I have higher standards for the taste of food. Now, write down this flavor."

Upon hearing that Dolly was going to make a request, Dot immediately perked up.

He didn't refuse the half sausage, but instead ate it carefully in small bites.

Seeing its attempt to suppress its joy, Dolly knew that house-elves might indeed prioritize serving wizards.

However, they still have their own needs and requirements, but all of these are suppressed by the grand goal of serving the wizard.

Once these needs are met, house-elves can truly feel happiness, even if it is immoral from a house-elf's moral standards.