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Chapter 110: Dobby
Chapter 110: Dobby
Under Felix's watchful gaze, the diary suddenly began to seep out a large amount of pitch-black ink, dripping onto the floor and causing it to emit plumes of black smoke.
"Scouring Charm!" The ink vanished.
The diary was completely destroyed.
As a Horcrux, it had an extremely strong resistance to regular spells, but it could not withstand the fiery blaze. Especially Felix's Blaze Sword, which was arguably his most destructive magic.
However, under his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes. The Blaze Sword only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary—Felix still found its remains useful.
Felix's gaze fell on the house-elf named Dobby.
With the help of the potion, he had a good understanding of what had transpired—
As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby had overheard many of Lucius Malfoy's secrets. When he learned that his master had used Ginny Weasley to bring the Dark Lord's relic into Hogwarts, he became deeply concerned for the great benefactor of the house-elves—Harry Potter. This led him to act on his own multiple times, trying to protect Harry.
This included intercepting Harry Potter's letters, obstructing Harry from boarding the train, and controlling the Bludger during a Quidditch match to injure Harry...
Of course, it also included today's attempt to sneak into the office and steal the diary while Felix was in class.
The potion's effects were wearing off, and the house-elf's eyelids fluttered, ready to wake up.
Dobby slowly opened his eyes.
He dragged his thin body off the ground, spreading his long, slender hands and examining them repeatedly, his face filled with confusion.
"Where is Dobby? Dobby remembers, Dobby disobeyed his master and took advantage of that person being in class to sneak in..." He spoke, looking around the room. Soon, his gaze met Felix, who was sitting on the sofa—
He let out a scream, stumbling backward a few steps, and covered his face in fear.
Through the gaps between his thin fingers, Dobby's large eyes were filled with terror. "Fe-fe-Felix Hep!"
The house-elf instinctively tried to run, his small body becoming blurry, but the next moment, he froze.
Felix lowered his wand, and his voice, filled with a sense of reflection, reached Dobby's ears: "Truly remarkable talent. House-elves are truly wondrous creatures, but unfortunately, their magic is too weak."
Dobby's magic was not even a tenth as strong as a normal adult wizard's.
Gifted yet weak in magic, this was the defining characteristic of house-elves. Felix had spent a considerable amount of time during his studies researching the weaknesses of various magical creatures, including house-elves.
In a one-on-one confrontation, a house-elf could use their natural talents to surprise and gain the upper hand over an ordinary wizard for a short time; however, with targeted training for a month or two, they would be no match for a wizard.
The panicked house-elf struggled desperately, trying to break free from the invisible restraint. But when Felix mentioned a name, Dobby's body stiffened as if hit by a Petrification Charm.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Dobby's expression became even more terrified. Felix's words seemed to awaken some primal instinct in him, and he trembled all over. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, his body moving involuntarily toward the nearest cabinet.
Felix waved his wand, gently guiding Dobby to sit opposite him, and said calmly, "Dobby, I have no desire to obtain the Dark Lord's relic. You need not worry that I will do anything dangerous."
"Dobby doesn't believe you!" he screamed. "That... that is the most evil magical artifact. It will influence you, turning you into someone as terrifying as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named..."
Smack!
A tattered diary landed on the small table between the two, with a large, neatly edged hole in it, as if it had always been that way.
Dobby's voice was choked, unable to utter a single word. After a long moment—
"This is…" Dobby awkwardly stood up, his face a mix of confusion and bewilderment. He cautiously took two steps forward, then jumped onto the table, bending over to examine the damaged diary closely.
His tennis ball-sized eyes widened in amazement, "It's simply incredible! Unbelievable… Mr. Harry Potter is safe!" Tears rolled down his pointed nose.
He wiped his eyes with the tattered pillowcase he wore, muttering to himself. But he quickly realized something and shouted, "Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!" He frantically searched for something to punish himself with.
Felix shook his head. House-elves had once waged war against wizards, but after their defeat, they signed extremely harsh magical contracts. Over generations, obeying their masters' commands had become an ingrained instinct.
Dobby, who dared to enter the domain of a powerful wizard without his master's permission, was a rare exception among house-elves.
Felix tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, and Dobby seemed to snap back to reality.
"Let's have a proper conversation, Dobby."
Dobby looked at him cautiously, "What would you like to know, noble and powerful Mr. Hep?"
Although Felix already knew the general course of events, he was still curious about certain details. He asked, "I want to know why you chose to steal the diary from me when it had been in the hands of three people: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself."
Three holders, two young wizards, and one powerful professor. Why choose him, the most difficult target?
Dobby's expression was very restrained. He hunched his body and whispered, "Because I couldn't, sir. My body prevented me from doing so. One was the young master, and the other had a high status… I couldn't, I couldn't…" He let out a scream.
Felix pondered, understanding the part about not being able to act against the young master, but what did he mean by "high status" for Ginny?
The honor of Pureblood Families…
So, am I not a Pureblood? Or do house-elves base their judgments on external information?
Felix shook his head; he didn't really care about the answer.
"Then how did you overcome your instincts to do these things? Lucius Malfoy certainly didn't give you permission to act on your own, did he?"
This question seemed to terrify Dobby, who began to sob softly.
"Dobby, Dobby would do anything to save Mr. Harry Potter. Dobby had to punish himself, bang his head against the wall, burn his hands with a branding iron…" He paused, his tennis ball-sized eyes wide, "But it was all worth it, for Mr. Harry Potter's safety! Since the master didn't explicitly forbid it, Dobby could do it, even though Dobby's actions wouldn't please the master. Dobby must punish himself. Oh no! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!"
He yanked at his ears fiercely.
Hmm… Felix watched him. This is a rare talent among house-elves, able to exploit such loopholes in the rules.
Felix glanced at the clock on the wall. About twenty minutes had passed, and he decided to end the conversation for now.
(End of Chapter)
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