Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 313 Canary Cookies

"Brother, save me..." My last consciousness was falling towards Draco.

Harry took off his robe and wrapped it around my entire body.

His robe, made of fine silk, felt slightly cool against his face.

The heat in my body subsided a little, and I couldn't help but hold my robe tighter to me.

"Hurry up, Aurora can't hold on any longer..."

"Damn it, what's going on? Why is this happening?" Draco said incoherently.

He glanced at Harry and made up his mind.

"Hold me!"

He held me and disappeared with Harry.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the medical wing.

"You can actually Apparate in Hogwarts?" Harry was extremely shocked.

You know, Hogwarts is protected by magic, and no wizard can Apparate.

Draco is an elf and is not subject to this constraint.

Apparating in front of Harry meant there was a high chance that his identity would be exposed.

"The Malfoy family is one of the investors of Hogwarts, and their status is equivalent to that of the four founders. They have extraordinary privileges, not only me, but also my parents and Aurora." Draco pushed the matter onto the Malfoy family.

"I see." Harry nodded and reached out to my forehead. "It's getting hotter! Let's go in quickly!"

"Madam Pomfrey!" Draco shouted.

He had always been dismissive of the medical level of the hospital wing, but distant water could not quench immediate thirst. At this time, without the professional team of the Malfoy family and the chief physician of St. Mungo's...

"Please come and take a look at Aurora..."

Madam Pomfrey gave the curtain a jerk of air.

As the school doctor, Hogwarts is full of mischievous underage wizards, and accidents of all sizes happen frequently every day, and she is always in a state of firefighting. Her temperament has long been tempered to remain calm in the face of emergencies.

Doctors need more rigorous professionalism.

On weekdays, the most students sent here are Gryffindor students.

Slytherins, who are accustomed to protecting themselves, rarely have their conditions serious enough to require admission to the hospital wing.

At this point, I had already lost consciousness.

He just had a frown on his face, his whole body was hot, and his bangs were stuck to his forehead due to sweating, looking very disheveled.

"It doesn't look like he's having a fever, but rather he's in an unfinished state of transformation..."

Madam Pomfrey kept casting detection spells on my body.

"Did you feed her anything?" she asked seriously, as if she suddenly remembered something.

Harry shook his head: "We eat together in the cafeteria. Aurora is very careful and never eats food of unknown origin..."

Draco looked closely at my face and noticed some cookie crumbs near my cheek.

He collected some of it in his handkerchief and gave it to Madam Pomfrey for testing.

"It's the Weasley twins' work again! This is one of their inventions. However, when this kind of custard biscuit appears on other people, they will turn into canaries and return to normal after the feathers fall off. Miss Malfoy's high fever will not go away... It is probably a very rare exception!"

She didn't realize that I was actually an elf, she just thought I had special traits, and the Weasley twins' canary cookies had not undergone rigorous desensitization testing.

Harry carefully put away Draco's handkerchief: "The Weasley family will be ruined..."

In the original book, the twins' Weasleys' Wizard Wonk Shop has not yet opened, and the products have not been mass-produced and sold.

Therefore, the canary cookies are only in their own hands.

I am in a coma and the Weasley family cannot escape responsibility!