Chapter 28: Actually, I'm a Frail Beauty
Hermione's face was full of suspicion. She lowered her head to look at Dolly's face up close.
That delicate skin, so smooth it looked like it would break with a touch, made even Hermione unable to resist poking it.
Only after poking did she realize her action was a bit out of line, but Dolly just puffed out her cheeks slightly, not looking angry at all, which put Hermione at ease.
At this moment, Hermione also remembered that the last time she saw Dolly's face, it had a sickly pallor.
Although it was very faint now, it was still different from a normal person's complexion.
So Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Really?"
"Of course it's true!"
Seeing that Hermione was about to believe her, Dolly took out her medical records.
When Hermione saw "Dolly Disease" written on the records, she was completely dumbfounded.
"A disease named after you?"
Although Hermione's parents were dentists, Hermione's knowledge of medical stories was far beyond that of an ordinary person. She clearly understood what this situation meant.
Dolly... is probably going to die?
At this thought, Hermione's eyes almost turned red.
This was a friend she had just met. They hadn't even had a chance to hang out properly a few times. How could she be dying?
And at this time, she was even trying to force her friend to memorize the textbook content... I'm such a horrible person!
"I... I'm sorry."
Just as Hermione was about to apologize, a series of knocks came from the door.
Harry's voice sounded from outside. "Sister, this is the crème brûlée Aunt Petunia made for you."
Dolly was about to go open the door, but Hermione quickly beat her to it, unwilling to let Dolly do anything.
But as soon as she opened the door, Harry saw Hermione's tears and asked strangely, "Why are you crying?"
"Sister, you're not bullying your new friend, are you!"
"Harry!"
Before Dolly could speak, Hermione raised her voice. "How can you say that about your sister? She's not bullying me!"
"She is such a kind person. Don't you know that as her brother?"
Harry was dumbfounded. He looked at Hermione, then at his sister.
Although he agreed with what Hermione said, how come you were defending his sister more than he, her own brother, was?
And why did this scene look a bit familiar...
"Um... sorry?"
Harry deliberated for a few seconds and apologized in a low voice. Only then did Hermione take the pudding, intending to close the door.
But Harry quickly stopped her. "Sister, Auntie asked me to ask you what you want for lunch today."
"Besides sandwiches, salad, and fruit, you can also choose between lamb chops, steak, and fried fish."
After Harry finished speaking, the room became exceptionally quiet.
Hermione turned to look at Dolly in surprise, as if to ask: You're on death's door, and you're still having a big meal for lunch?
The British lunch was generally simple. They had grander breakfasts and dinners, so having an extra course for lunch was a rare situation.
The smile on Dolly's face also became a bit stiff. She then turned her unfriendly gaze to Harry. "Thank you, dear brother. I'll just have the salad."
"Didn't you say you needed to supplement your nutrition and have a big meal for all three meals..."
Seeing Dolly cross her arms, stretch, and crack her knuckles with a crisp sound, Harry suddenly realized that the Dolly in front of him was the boxer who had once knocked him flying with a single punch.
Even though Dolly had lost the weight, her muscle strength hadn't decreased.
She might not be able to fight an enemy of her former weight, but she was probably more than capable of beating him up.
So Harry immediately got the hint, quickly retreated and disappeared, shouting, "Auntie, sister is only having salad today... No, she has always only eaten salad!"
Harry was finally scared away, but Dolly couldn't catch her breath.
Because Hermione was now standing there with her arms crossed, a half-smile on her face.
Dolly sighed lightly. "I can explain."
Hermione shook her head. "No, you don't need to explain. I'm going to check the medical records myself."
With that, Hermione picked up Dolly's medical records.
At this time, Britain did not have a complete electronic medical record system, so patients still had their records, or at least a proof document.
Hermione was a top student. Although there were many technical terms in the records, Hermione still understood them.
"So, the fat in your body just disappeared into thin air, which led to a series of complications?"
Hermione looked at the complications that had almost broken out, looked at the body data that showed Dolly had walked through the gates of hell and back, and quickly said, "This isn't a disease, it's a magical outburst, right?"
Dolly nodded. This was the good thing about a top student like Hermione; she liked to come up with the answers herself.
Now Dolly didn't even have to bother explaining.
Seeing this, Hermione was naturally no longer angry.
Dolly had indeed been seriously ill. Although it was a magical illness, it had indeed almost killed her.
No wonder her face was so pale before.
"Dolly, you should have told me earlier."
"If I had known earlier, I certainly wouldn't have pushed you like this."
"Is our previous bet off?"
"How could it be?"
This time it was Dolly who refused first. "I will work hard to keep up with your pace, but it's also a reality that my body is fine now."
"I understand... I will try my best to take care of your physical condition."
Hermione patted her chest, taking on this responsibility herself.
This was her best and only friend now, and she had a constitution that was prone to problems. How could she abandon her?
With that, she went to Dolly's side, took her hand, and had her sit down again.
"I'll go tell Harry that you were just joking about only having salad."
"Considering your physical condition, I think eating some fish would be better."
With that, Hermione went to inform Petunia.
Dolly sat lazily in her chair, enjoying the moment of leisure.
She wasn't really lazy. She was just trying to establish a "frail" persona. This wasn't to take advantage of Hermione's labor.
How could she bear to have Hermione busy herself for her?
It was just that because of Dolly's golden finger, her body was destined to undergo some extreme changes.
To cope with possible unexpected situations in the future, establishing a persona from today would ensure that when her body had problems in the future, it wouldn't cause too much of a stir.
At that time, even if someone used Legilimency on her and read fragments of her memory, as long as they read Dolly's long-standing persona, there wouldn't be too many loopholes.
Of course, getting a little bit of Hermione's favoritism was also a very nice feeling.
After all, a friendship of mutual help is one that can last, isn't it?
"Finished. Shall we continue studying the textbook?"
Hermione came back, running, her face flushed.
"Why not?"
Dolly smiled sweetly, then reached out and pulled Hermione back to sit next to her on the chair.
With the sweet and lovely Hermione by her side, Dolly felt that even the boring magic books in front of her had become interesting.
It was just a pity that such days only came once a week, and in the blink of an eye, four weeks had passed.
It was time for Hogwarts to start.
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