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

Kylie's POV (contd) “He did touch you on the head to check your temperature.” I froze with my hand still clutching the doorknob. My heart, which had been galloping in my chest, tripped over itself. “What?” I turned slowly, glaring at the healer. Did I hear him right? He touched me on the forehead and not elsewhere? He smirked, chewing on what looked like a tendon he’d yanked from another bone. And I suddenly remembered the kind of person he is — an individual who loved brewing drama. “Aye. When you weren’t waking up, he decided to place his hand on your forehead and check if you were burning up.”

It was just that my wolf had used too much power and needed to rest in slumber for a while. But who could have guessed that I'd be treated like a pushover here? "Filthy commoner, stop barking! Pay up now!" The female healer blocked my path, and she looked at me as if I were a rat in the gutter. "Seven hundred thousand dollars total. I'm telling you, if you're even one cent short, you won't be leaving through this door today!" A few pack members passing by the door were already drawn in by her loud voice. They perked up their ears and looked over.

“Willow? Oh sweet gods. Are you okay? Open your eyes.” “Ginny.” I open my eyes. She’s shaking. Her face is pale. “Are you alright? You don’t look so good.” “I’m fine,” she grabs my arms. “How about you? Are you alright?” “I’m fine.” “Really? For a moment, I saw someone behind you. They had sharp claws and they had tried to reach out for you. That’s what broke the spell.” “Oh.” I look behind me, not slightly surprised to find no one there. “There’s no one in here but us. Besides, Vincent is stationed right outside the door. If someone tries to get in, they would have to get past him first.”

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

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.”