94 hp Diagon Alley

Miss Bazhong.Greyback, you have done so much tonight, I believe the Dark Lord will not be reluctant to give you this girl. "

As she said the last word, there was a strange grinding sound above her head.All looked up to see the crystal chandelier trembling, and with a squeaking and ominous tinkling, the chandelier began to fall downward.Bellatrix was directly below it, dropping Hermione and throwing herself screaming.The chandelier fell to the floor, crystals and chains crackling, falling on Hermione and the goblin who still held the sword of Gryffindor.Glittering crystal shards splashed everywhere.

Ron ran over to pull Hermione out of the mess, and Harry took his chance, leaping over the armchair, snatching three wands out of Greyback's hand, pointing at him, and shouting, "Stunned! "

The werewolf was thrown by the triple spell, flew to the ceiling, and landed heavily on the floor.

Narcissa ran to the dungeon to save Draco from getting hurt again.

"He's going to kill us." Draco shuddered, leaning limply on top of his mother.

"No." Narcissa Malfoy's voice was also a little erratic, "As long as you tell him Ollivander, he will let us go."

Upstairs, Bellatrix sprang to her feet, her hair flying, brandishing a small silver knife.

"Dobby!" she screamed, and even Bellatrix froze. "You! You knocked down the chandelier—"

The elf ran into the house and pointed at his former mistress's sister with a trembling finger.

"You must not hurt Harry Potter," he screamed.

"I'm going to kill him, Sissy!" Bellatrix snapped. "You dirty little hozen! How dare you use magic on a wizard? How dare you disobey your master?"

"Dobby has no master!" squealed the elf. "Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to rescue Harry Potter and his friends!"

Harry's eyes were black with pain from his scar.He knew vaguely that Voldemort would appear in a moment or a few seconds.

"Ron, go on - go!" Harry yelled, throwing Ron a wand, and bending over, he pulled the ring out from under the chandelier.The goblin sighed, still holding the sword tightly.Harry hoisted the goblin over his shoulder, grabbed Dobby's hand, and spun and Apparated in place.

Before entering the darkness, he took one last look at the living room: the frozen pale figures of Narcissa and Draco who had just come up from the ground, the red hair of Ron, and a blur of silver light passing by, Bellatrix's The knife flew to where he was disappearing - Harry instinctively stretched out his left hand to block them.

Bill and Fleur's Home...Shell Cottage...Bill and Fleur's Home...

He disappears into unknown spaces, and all he can do is repeat the name of his destination over and over, hoping that will ensure he gets there.His forehead stabbed violently, the goblin's weight was on top of him, and the blade of the Gryffindor sword struck his back.Dobby's back twitched in the palm of his hand, and he wondered if the elf was trying to take control, pulling them in the right direction, and Harry tried to agree with a pat on the back... but found that he couldn't move his left hand , It seems that the pain is more severe than the scar.

Then they hit solid ground, and the air smelled salty.Harry dropped to his knees and gently lowered Griphook to the ground.

The goblin moved, and Harry asked, "Are you all right?" but Griphook just whimpered.

Harry squinted into the darkness.Under the vast starry sky, there seemed to be a small house not far away, and he felt that there was movement there.

"Dobby, is this Shell Cottage?" He turned his head and asked softly, clutching the two wands that the Malfoy family had snatched, ready to fight at any time, "Are we on the right track, Dobby?"

He turned his head, and the elf's back was tightly pressed against his left hand.

"More than!"

The elf shook slightly, and the stars were reflected in his big shining eyes.Harry looked down and saw the silver hilt, which pierced his palm and lodged in the elf's back.

"Dobby - no - help!" Harry yelled at the cabin, and at the people moving there, "Help!"

He didn't know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, enemies or friends.His only concern was that a dark patch was bleeding from Dobby's back, and he didn't know if it was his own blood or Dobby's, so he didn't dare to stab the knife.

The fear of losing Dobby prevented him from even feeling the pain in the palm of his left hand.

"Dobby, no, don't die, don't die—"

The elf's eyes found him, and his lips quivered as he tried to speak.

"Harry... Potter..." Then the elf shuddered slightly, his eyes like two big glass balls, reflecting the twinkling stars he could no longer see. "You saved Dobby."

After a minute or two he realized they were on the right track after all, Bill and Fleur, Dean and Luna all gathered around him, and he knelt beside the elf.

"Damn it," Bill said, and Dean and Harry lifted Harry and the elf, and Fleur took off her coat and stuffed it around their wounds.

"They're bleeding too much," Bill said, looking at the red coat.

He was right, thought Harry.Because soon he lost consciousness.

Two Magpies and Four Magpies

As if caught in a previous nightmare, for a moment Harry seemed to be kneeling next to Dumbledore's body, under the tallest tower at Hogwarts, but the reality was that he was closing his eyes tightly, just emerging from the sticky darkness coma state.The sea was crashing against the rocks nearby, and Harry listened to the waves as the others talked, discussing things Harry hadn't the heart to listen to.

The scar burned, but he was able to beat the pain, still feel it, but with distance.He eventually learned to control, to keep Voldemort out of his mind, which is exactly what Dumbledore wanted him to learn from Snape.Just like when Harry was sad for Sirius, Voldemort's mind couldn't control Harry, now Harry expects Dobby to escape like his godfather.

He thought of Draco Malfoy, his unexpected, small, unconscious kindness - Harry still couldn't believe he was on his side... maybe he was as weak again as in the Astronomy Tower?Or maybe Dumbledore did see into his soul... what else did he foresee?

Harry had no sense of time, all he knew was that when he opened his eyes, Ron and Dean were around him.

"How's Hermione?" Harry licked his chapped lips, deciding to ask a relatively optimistic question first.

"Better," said Ron, "Fleur's taking care of her."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Harry's heart sank gradually: "Dobby..."

Luna opened the door and tiptoed in, and said softly, "It's asleep." Seeing Harry's pale face, she added, "I mean, it's asleep."

"You helped him block the fatal knife, buddy." Ron reluctantly hooked the corner of his mouth, "Most of the blood was yours - it took us a lot to get that silver dagger out of your palm and Dobby's back pulled/out/out."

"If it weren't for you, it would have killed it." Dean was a little scared.

"We couldn't have gotten out of the dungeon without Dobby," Harry said, raising his left hand - wrapped in a hundred layers of gauze - in a ball the size of a Quaffle.

"I miss the hospital wing a bit." Harry tried to liven things up.

"There must be a curse on Bellatrix's little dagger—or goblin saliva." Luna's light voice came, "You and Dobby can't stop the bleeding no matter what, everyone came to see you People who have to help you wrap up another round of gauze."

Harry decided to look away from the funny left hand and asked how the others were doing.

"Thanks to the fact that Bill's house is full of limonium." Ron opened the window, and Harry looked out. There were dense purple flowers growing on the cliffs by the sea in Cornwall, dotted with some white petals. .Dawn was breaking through the horizon, and the sky was shell-pink and hazy gold.It had been hours since they had left Malfoy Manor, and dawn had finally arrived.

At Harry's insistence, they all left the room together and headed for the living room.The color of the room is light and the decoration is beautiful. A small piece of driftwood picked up by the sea is burning in the fireplace, emitting a bright light.

"...Fortunately Ginny is on vacation. If she had been at Hogwarts, she would have been taken before we could contact her, and now we know she's fine."

Bill glanced around and saw Harry and the others standing there.

"I've moved them all out of the Burrow," he explained, "and into hiding at Aunt Muriel's. Now that the Death Eaters know Ron's with you, they're going to go find our family—don't be sorry. , " he added, seeing Harry's expression, "It's only a matter of time, Dad has been saying it for months, we are the biggest family of pure-blood traitors."

"How did you protect them?" Harry asked.

"The Fidelity Charm, Daddy is the Secret Keeper. This cottage uses the same method, and I'm the Secret Keeper here. None of us can go to work, but that's not the most important thing now. Ollivander and Griphook Will be transferred to Aunt Muriel's when he recovers. There aren't many rooms here, but hers is. Dobby may have to go back to Hogwarts, or somewhere else. Griphook's leg is recovering, Fleur Put both him and Dobby on stimulants, and they'll be able to transfer in no time, maybe another hour or—"

"No!" said Harry,