Harry Potter Gets A Checkup From A Goblin Healer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry explained. "Wait a minute! Why healer, didn't Sarra say a doctor?" Han deliberately held back Harry's steps. "He is indeed a medical graduate, but has another ability in removing the effects of poison." Han was still digesting it. "Don't worry! I'll accompany you all the way through." Harry put on a smile that, for some reason, Han didn't like, "I'll go in first. We'll be leaving in thirty minutes!" He pressed the pin of his apartment, leaving Han frozen at the door.

"I'd like to see Helena. Could you please give her a call right away?" The security guard looked at the man with even more suspicion. He looked the man over, checking his ID and appearance. He felt like this guy was out of place. He was a very different type of person. The man's appearance on the card in his hand was very neat. He looked fit and healthy, but in front of him, he looked like someone who hadn't taken care of himself in a week. "Excuse me, do you have an appointment scheduled?" "Let's just say, Ron Weasley came by for a visit."

The heavy mahogany door, which I had tried to turn a dozen times in the last hour, finally groaned open. Julian stepped in. He had discarded his surgical coat and loosened his tie, his charcoal shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the hollow of his throat. He looked less like a doctor and more like the "Monster" the city whispered about—a man who saved lives only to own them. In one hand, he held a crystal glass of amber liquid. In the other, a small, black velvet box. "You haven't touched your dinner, Elara," he said, his voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to make the very floorboards hum.

Silence followed… heavy, thinking silence. Each of them turned inward, rifling through memory, contacts, old dealings… anything that might even come close. “There used to be an apothecary near the water tribe,” Harry said at last, the words slow, pulled from somewhere half-forgotten. “The healer there was from the East Kingdom, but he was a bit…” “Shifty,” Matthew finished, a faint frown forming. “Not wicked… but not kind either.” Zelda looked up immediately. “How far?”

Not that I let it stop me. “Well… not anymore. But I’m careful. I keep the hospital on speed dial and make sure there are various healing potions around that have been thoroughly tested.” I answer. Damn it, I sound like I’m making excuses. I sort of am, I know it isn’t safe to test potions alone. Harry walks beside me in silence for a minute before he says anything. “Well, in that case, I’m saying not anymore to YOUR not anymore. Next time you decide to do something reckless, I’ll be your back up. Okay?” He demands.

"Young man, I'm right here.What are you looking for in the cabinet?" A chubby doctor with gray hair pulled open the curtain and walked out. He slightly glared at Harry and asked "Where is the patient?" "Here.It's my leg," I squeaked. The doctor saw me and put on his glasses, bending down to roll up my pant leg.Watching this, Harry let out a scream, startling both me and the doctor. "Nothing, I'm just surprised to see it swollen like this," Harry said in embarrassment, touching the back of his head.

This was an important matter! Felix was calm as usual. It looked like he was taking her pulse, but he'd known since the beginning that she was perfectly healthy. He wouldn't bother with her normally, but now, he needed to be the Longstones' family doctor. The first step to that would be to put an end to Ginny's charade. When Felix retracted his hand, Gras asked anxiously, "How is my daughter doing, Dr. Zeller?" Ginny sneered internally. She'd already had her lines ready.

But once he ends the call, he sighs and turns to me. “So… I wanna know if this girl bewitched me,” he finally lets out what’s been going on his mind. I turn to him too. “Well, the healer said you’re not under a spell, right? that's your answer, man. The healer knew that I was bewitched instantly and she fixed it,” I shrug, “If you were bewitched, she would’ve fixed it, too.”

I just find it easy to tell her how sorry I am because I want her to see the sincerity of my heart. “What are you doing here?” “I told you I would bring you here, why did you leave without me?” I had gone to check up on Harry at the dungeons after I got a call from Baba that he was losing consciousness after I stabbed him with the knife, I knew it was going to be the most painful and horrible thing that would ever happen to him but as a wolf, he was supposed to survive it but after I got a call that he was dying was when we realized, the little bastard was half-wolf.

Everyone were discussing with each other about the test that would happen later. "Miss Hirre, please follow me." A security guard of the training ground approached and spoke to me. Why do I need a separate test? I had no any idea why he suddenly called me but since I didn't feel any ill intent, and I was a bit curious as well, I decided to follow behind him. We headed to a certain room. "Please come in." He assisted me toward that certain room. But I was a little bit surprised when I saw Severus who was there inside, standing beside the huge medical equipment. eeing this machine makes me more sure that this is the machine to detect black magic...