Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Madam Pomfrey, is Blaise... okay?" Draco asked anxiously.

"If anything happens to Blaise, Madam Zabini will definitely make trouble for us!"

Mrs. Zabini's seven husbands all died violent deaths and left their inheritances to the woman and her only son.

No one would believe that there is no trick!

It's just done in a covert way.

It is said that the family that Mrs. Zabini belonged to before her marriage was very good at using poison.

It is colorless and tasteless, and kills people without being seen.

Therefore, even though Zabini is always provocative, we will be reserved for the sake of his mother.

"Zabini's amnesia may be temporary or permanent... Bringing him into contact with familiar environments more often will help him recover his memory." Madam Pomfrey told us after a careful examination.

"He can't even remember himself. How could he hide his amnesia from his shrewd mother?"

Harry paced up and down the room.

Zabini broke free from Crabbe and Goyle's restraints: "I'm not sick! Why did you bring me to the Hospital Wing?"

"Medical Wing! You know this is the Medical Wing!"

Draco was keenly aware of the key details.

"Of course I know. I'm a second-year Slytherin. I'm... I'm..."

He suddenly covered his head in pain with a ferocious expression.

"what happened to you?"

"My beauty, let me rest my head on your thighs, and it won't hurt..." He almost sang this sentence.

"You rascal!" With a snapping sound, Zabini's left cheek swelled up. I didn't hold back my strength.

"Aurora, good fight!"

Draco put his hands on my shoulders and tried his best to calm me down.

"Zabini, stop acting crazy!" Harry took out his wand.

Madam Pomfrey was nearby, but she did nothing to stop him.

It is said that she was also a Slytherin graduate, in the same grade as Madam Zabini.

"Hey, I got slapped, and you're still crying thief! No, I want to write a letter to my mother!"

Zabini covered his face and took out the paper and pen he had brought with him.

"Madam Pomfrey, the patient is very emotional. Do you think it would be possible to prescribe some sedatives for him?"

I glanced at Zabini, who was writing furiously, and suggested to Madam Pomfrey.

"You are very considerate, Miss Malfoy."

"I'm sorry, your actions just now were too frivolous. Did I hurt you?"

I sat down next to Zabini's bed.

"Aurora!" Draco's expression was full of resistance.

I shook my head at him almost inaudibly.

"I just like beauties like you who can bend and stretch!"

Zabini grimaced because his smile affected the wound on his face.

I took the calming potion from Madam Pomfrey: "Shall I feed you?"

"Is that okay? Will it delay your next class?"

Zabini's expression changed slightly.

"How could that be? We are classmates." I smiled and shook my head.

"Beauty, you are so kind... My mother has never fed me medicine... There are always strange men coming in and out of the house..." He showed an expression of self-loathing.

"When you grow up, you will definitely be a peerless beauty! I am very good at judging people!" He drank the sedative and began to yawn continuously.

"Beauty, can you stay with me?" He grabbed my wrist and begged.

"Zabini! Don't push your luck!" Draco tried to pry the boy's fingers apart.

Unexpectedly, it left purple marks on my wrist.

"Will you let go?"

Draco was anxious.