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

Breathing in the reassuring faint fragrance from Qiu Zhang, I wanted to melt myself in Qiu Zhang's warmth.

During this process, Dolly and Qiu Zhang naturally had no verbal communication.

But Qiu Zhang kept staring at Dolly's face, watching Dolly's frown gradually relax, her body become relaxed, and even clinging to her as if attached.

This made Qiu Zhang's mouth corners slightly rise, and there was an indescribable joy in her heart, as if a beautiful and violent rare bird animal gradually believed her and came to her hands to play with her.

If Hermione hadn't been by his side, Qiu Zhang would have wanted to carefully appreciate every detail on Dolly's face, 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 did such a lovely girl come into being?

But she is so powerful, and her experience is so heartbreaking.

Maybe this is why they became friends. Qiu Zhang can get strong support from Dolly, but Qiu Zhang himself also needs to hold Dolly in his arms when Dolly falls.

Qiu Zhang felt very good, and was even a little addicted to such times.

But Hermione's brows were getting tighter and tighter. Why was Qiu Zhang getting closer and closer to Dolly's face? Was there something wrong with Dolly?

"Is she feeling worse?"

Qiu Zhang's shoulders trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and he quickly said, "No, it's okay."

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

"So is she still in pain?"

"It should be much better."

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 firm and decisive. Qiu Zhang felt a little inexplicably guilty, although she didn't know why. She could only carefully move aside and let Hermione go up.

Compared to Qiu Zhang just now, Hermione's movements were obviously much more clumsy.

It was obvious that Hermione had little experience in hugging others. After all, she had hardly ever done it on her own initiative.

However, with Qiu Zhang's demonstration, she also hugged Dolly's waist and gently used a handkerchief to help Dolly wipe the sweat from her face and neck. In the somewhat greasy warm atmosphere, she waited for time to pass by second by second.

From time to time, Hermione would see her bitten finger. She was not angry, but she felt that she must bite it back in the future when Dolly was not paying attention.

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

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

Qiu Zhang hurriedly and carefully touched over and touched Dolly's fingers, and he did get feedback that her fingers were moving.

And it's not the kind of muscle twitching, but the feedback of actual support.

"She recovered?"

Hermione's face was filled with surprise. Qiu Zhang nodded but then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not so soon. Her bones must still be very fragile."

"Let's just let her rest. Madam Pomfrey is here to help us."

"And the house-elf, we can always ask Dolly about her condition through it."

Hermione added, and Qiu Zhang nodded, then the two girls gently put Dolly back on the bed, helped Dolly tuck in the covers, and then left quietly.

Dolly slept for the entire day.

She always felt that she was dreaming. In the dream, she kept wandering between Hermione and Qiu Zhang, admiring Hermione's cute appearance for a while, and savoring the faint fragrance of Qiu Zhang for a while.

This dream even made Dolly feel that she had returned to her adult self in her previous life, and had begun to uncontrollably express taboo tendencies that were not allowed by the world.

But when she woke up, she saw that only a candlelight was on in the corner of the dark school hospital, which meant that it was already late at night.

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

Dolly touched her weak chest and then realized something was wrong. She was surprised to see that she was using her left arm.

Recovered?

Dolly showed a frightened expression, thinking back to when she fought against the troll, she was really brave.

She hadn't even considered what to do if the Bone Spirit couldn't be saved. After all, her injuries were much more serious than Harry's.

But she had no better choice at the time and could only fight hard to survive.

This feeling was not good, and Dolly didn't want to experience it again.

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

As a result, I always feel that my arm is not my own, which means that even if the bones have grown back, the injury on my arm seems to have fully recovered.

However, it takes some time to adapt before you can move freely, which is normal. Otherwise, the effect of Shengguling would be too overbearing.

At the same time, Dolly also felt her stomach was empty. It was obvious that the energy required to grow the bones in her entire left arm was not a small amount.

Dolly hesitated about whether to find something to eat.

But a pair of glowing orange eyes appeared beside Dolly's bed. It turned out to be Dolly's most familiar house-elf, Dot.

"Why are you here, Diandian?"

Diandian saw that Dolly woke up and her left arm started to move, and she was so excited that she wanted to shout.

Dolly quickly made a gesture to keep quiet, and Diandian also covered her mouth, realizing that there were other people in the school hospital.

He took a few deep breaths and nodded before saying, "Thank you, Mr. Dursley. The headmaster has already told me that I can make helping you my top priority from now on. The kitchen affairs can be temporarily handed over to others."

"I also like working in the kitchen, but I like seeing you happy more, Master Wizard."

"When I think about how seriously you, Master Wizard, were injured, and how Diandian saw it but didn't dare to go up to help, I feel so much pain that I want to smash my head."

"But Diandian can't do anything. I can only help you guard at night to prevent bad guys from attacking you again."

Dolly looked at the pair of orange eyes that showed a combination of pain, anxiety and joy, and for a moment she seemed to see the golden retriever she had kept at home in her previous life.

Always loyal, but also very timid.

So much so that Dolly wanted to give Diandian some verbal rewards, but Dolly knew she couldn't do that.

Although they had experienced some things, they were still far from the ideological imprints engraved in Diandian's mind by these things.

So Dolly said calmly, "It's not your fault, Dot. You're a house-elf in the Hogwarts kitchens and you're not allowed to fight."

"But the fact that you stay by my side every night is really what I want, and I hope you can continue to carry it forward in the future."

Dolly only needs to praise Diandian's actions, and Diandian will be so excited and happy that she almost flies.

Doing the right thing to make the wizard happy is the highest praise for house-elves. On the contrary, praise will scare them and make them think that the wizard is going to abandon them.

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

Although Dobby, the Malfoy family's house-elf, subdued Lucius Malfoy with a single move, this did not change the fact that house-elves were fragile.

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

"Now Diandian, I have something very important that I need you to do. It will be very helpful for my recovery."

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

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

Diandian immediately obeyed the order, snapped his fingers and disappeared.

He's probably happily busy in the kitchen right now, earning the envy of the other house-elves.

…Well, even just imagining this scene, Dolly still found it weird and morally unacceptable.

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

Otherwise, this will no longer be a form of moral self-satisfaction and mutual recognition, but a form of value indoctrination and bullying.

Of course, Dolly still felt that the problems of house-elves needed to be taken seriously, but Dolly really did not have the ability and energy to do so now.

It would be better to start with Dot and see how difficult it is to change a house-elf.

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

Diandian knew Dolly's appetite very well and said, "They are all vying to help you cook a meal. There are also potato pancakes and a big bowl of mushroom soup in the making."

"I'll get it for you when you've finished half of it."

Dolly resisted the urge to thank Diandian and resumed her eating show.

Dolly didn't know whether it was because she was hungry or because the food was fresher than eating in the lobby, but she thought it was delicious.

Diandian on the side was so happy that she almost fainted, especially since this was a unique enjoyment for her, and the other house-elves could only listen to her narration.

Thinking of this, Diandian puffed out her chest proudly.

"By the way, Diandian, what do your house elves eat?"

Diandian was slightly startled and said, "We will wait until the wizards have finished eating, and then use the leftovers and various simple leftovers to make a working meal."

"Don't worry, we won't waste even a single bit of food!"

Diandian patted his chest and assured Dolly, but Dolly was thinking about something else.

So she said, "Have you never eaten the food you cooked yourself?"

Diandian quickly shook his head and said, "How can I eat the food prepared for the wizards?"

"We only try the smallest bit and never waste a single drop."

Dolly nodded, already knowing what she was doing, and said, "Here, try this."

She handed half a pork sausage to Diandian, who was startled and wanted to refuse it, but Duoli added: "I have higher requirements for the taste of food. Now remember this taste."

When Diandian heard that Dolly was going to make a request, she immediately became alert.

He did not refuse the half sausage, but ate it carefully in small bites.

Seeing it trying so hard to suppress its joy, Dolly knew that house-elves might indeed regard serving wizards as their first priority.

But they still have their own needs and demands, but all of this is suppressed by the overall goal of serving wizards.

Once these needs are met, the house-elf can truly feel happy, even if it is immoral according to house-elf moral standards.

"I can't tell you the details yet. Since you're planning on serving me, I think I could maybe customize some food to suit my taste."

"Of course, this will mean that the Hogwarts kitchen will be without your help. As a price, I will pay for this part of the raw materials myself, and you can leave the rest to Dumbledore."

"Even if this is the price I pay for hiring you from Hogwarts, can you understand that?"

Diandian opened her mouth wide, and the sausage in her mouth no longer tasted delicious.

It always feels like something is wrong, but it can't tell exactly what the problem is.

After all, the house-elf's cognitive level is not even as good as that of wizards. It can't understand Dolly's actions at all. It has gone from being in the Hogwarts system of lifelong zero salary to being a hired waiter beside Dolly.

Obviously, this almost triggered two bottom lines.

As a magical creature bound to Hogwarts Castle, Dot has now become Dolly's employee and has effectively escaped the control of Hogwarts, but it has not yet released the magical contract on itself.

The other is Diandian, a house-elf employed by Dolly. Dolly actually paid her a salary, but the salary was given to Dumbledore and Diandian did not receive it.

If any of these two conditions is fully triggered, Dian Dian will go into a hysterical state.

But Dolly's move made Diandian finally nod in a daze and agree to this code of conduct.

After all, the headmaster has allowed it, it can still work at Hogwarts, and it can also serve its favorite Miss Dursley. It seems like a perfect choice no matter how you look at it, right?

Dolly also watched Diandian's performance with great interest, and nodded with satisfaction after confirming that there was no control magic on Diandian.

This at least proves that the contract between house-elves and Hogwarts is not that intelligent or strict, and if the house-elves lack knowledge, they will not trigger the mental imprint passed down from generation to generation in their bodies.

This gives Dolly a lot of room to maneuver.

Of course, Dolly doesn’t plan to do so now. She needs to continue observing Diandian to get more information.

What's more, Hermione will also intervene in this matter in the future. Once she realizes the situation of the house-elves, she will not be able to help but free the house-elves.

It wouldn't be too late for Dolly and Hermione to deal with it then.

Dolly was well fed and well drunk, and the sun was just rising.

She first saw Madam Pomfrey. After Madam Pomfrey checked Dolly's arm and confirmed that Dolly had fully recovered, she helped Dolly remove the plaster.