Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Gets A Checkup From A Goblin Healer Fanfiction

He doesn't want to lose his business. Our parents may be a business partner but If they cross my lines, I will show them who I am. Inhaling deeply, I followed him where he went and saw him talking to the nurse in front of the medical room. Harry's POV: "What are you doing here? Don't you have any class to attend?" I asked irritatingly. Nice move!

"How can a cowardly goblin like you last for thousands of years, you should have had a heart attack and died a long time ago, no need to wait for your bride?" I could smell the coffee in Aubrey's palm as he came upstairs with a steaming cup of coffee. Aubrey took a confident step forward, as if he were at his home. And I was staring at him with malice in my eyes. Speaking of which, Aubrey was the one who made me pass out that night, despite the fact that I was fully utilizing the strength of the goblin flame; someone who can resist the might of goblins is not an average person. As a result, I stared at him as if I were ready to go to battle right then. Perhaps Henry, who was standing nearby,

David could glimpse her old self again, the uncertainties she felt earlier were gone, she seems content to see this man alive and well. "Harry, are you alright? Are you hurt?..." she asked while scanning his frame for any visible wound or broken bone, her hands trembling as Harry tilted his body upward to stand but failed. "...Harry, are you sure you can move now? Don't move just yet dickhead. Let me check your arms."

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

“Buddy, looks like you will go ahead also.” “Where are you going?” he asked, his eyes wide “you don’t want to miss it.” “I won’t. I just need to check on Mr Snape, he broke his leg yesterday night, so I am attending to him” I replied, heading to the clinic. Been blessed also with a special skill in medicine, like my mum, I spent most of my time at the pack clinic attending to injured wolves that can not heal quickly due to age, like Mr Snape or bedridden with illness like Mrs Potter.

while Owen scribbled it all down. The surgeon, Old Mr Finch, as Oliver called him, came to visit me before leaving the ship too, and he seemed pleased with my recovery. He inspected my stitches, asked me what color my urine was, which was mildly mortifying, but I guess he had medical reason to know, and then he proceeded to smear some revolting Hogwarts potion over my burned skin that he said was a mixture of beeswax and olive oil. The shit smelled like fucking months-old pan drippings, and it took everything I had not to rub it off of my skin the second he left the room.

“Get me the black case. The one on the second shelf. Now.” The girl bolted. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched the healer work with my fists at my sides and something cold spreading through my chest that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. “What’s wrong with her,” I said. Not a question. A demand. The healer was checking Isabella’s eyes again. Lifting each lid. Looking at the pupils. “Talk to me,” I said. “What is it?” The assistant came back with the case. The healer cracked it open and ran her glowing hands over Isabella’s body — a diagnostic sweep, slow and methodical, starting at her head and moving down.

I said in one breath and I could feel him giving me a stink eye but I don’t care. “OMG, I can’t believe this, Harry is getting his sight back. Mom!” Veronica ran out of the room to call her mom from the shop. Veronica and their mom walked into the room few minutes later grinning from ear to ear about the news that they just heard. “Is it true Harry?” Their mum asked and he nodded before he broke the news to them by himself, that he’s not going. “Nonsense, you’re definitely going son, you need to get your sight back” As much as I trusted their mom to be a no nonsense person, she didn’t disappoint. She’s just as stubborn as Harry himself.

*** Coming in and out of consciousness, I recognized a part of me - my body - was still in the human realm and that Professor Pops and the brothers watched over me. Occasionally, I would catch bits of their conversations. Like now. "What did you tell the doctors and her dad about what happened at her birthday party?" Heathcliff asked. "I told them she fell," Professor Pops answered. "Did they buy it? I mean, look at her. It's like she's sleeping, except for the red, glittery aura on her skin. That's not something you see every day." That was Gabe. For the briefest moment, I longed to see him, but it didn't last.

Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry. "Viggo, are you okay?" Xavier asked, checking on Viggo's condition. Viggo nodded his head. He could feel his strength gradually returning, especially after sensing the birth of his twin children from the floor above. Scarlett, her own injuries evident, crawled over to Harry's side, her hands trembling as she felt for his pulse. To her astonishment, she discovered that Harry was still breathing, and his heart continued to beat steadily. Relief washed over her as she glanced at Viggo, hope gleaming in her eyes.