Chapter 195: Wade and Dobby
Wade followed several Slytherin students down into the depths of the castle. He didn’t know them well, but he knew they were fourth-years.
"Never thought Crabbe and Crabbe could pull off something like this," a girl muttered. "I thought they couldn’t even cast a basic Luminous Charm!"
Another boy chuckled. "Actually, their practical skills aren’t half bad. They passed last term’s exams—better than Flint, at least."
The others exchanged low, knowing laughs.
Marcus Flint was the Quidditch team captain—tall, broad-shouldered, and built like a mountain. But outside of Quidditch, he was a disaster. In the OWLs, he’d barely scraped through Charms, the only subject where he’d qualified for further study.
Now in his seventh year, Professor Flitwick had bluntly warned him that his current level was nowhere near passing the final Wizarding exams. He’d advised Flint to focus more on learning. But the more pressure Flint felt, the more he buried himself in Quidditch—his only source of pride.
At this rate, failing and having to repeat the year was practically guaranteed.
In the past, Slytherins would mock someone as thick as a brick by saying, “You should’ve been sorted into Hufflepuff.” Now, the joke had evolved: “Are you turning into Flint?”
It was a private joke, though—never made outside the Serpent House.
They chatted on for a while, then stopped before a damp, empty stone wall.
"Pureblood," the lead boy said.
A concealed stone door slid open silently. One by one, the students stepped through. The last girl glanced back. The door slowly closed behind her, sealing the passage.
She thought—just for a moment—the door had shut a little slower than usual. But she wasn’t good with timing, so she dismissed it.
"Come on, sit down, Peggy!" her friend called.
She walked over and sat on the sofa.
"What’s your holiday plan?" another student asked.
The group fell into easy conversation—about assignments, holiday plans, and the usual gossip surrounding the three-horned romance rumors.
Wade, still under a Disguise Charm, scanned the room.
Slytherin’s common room lay deep beneath the castle, unexpanded by any Invisible Expansion Charm. It was long and low, with rough stone walls and ceiling—more like a dungeon than a living space. A circular chandelier hung above, casting a sickly green light that only deepened the room’s gloom. Students had to light candles to do their homework.
Yet the fireplace and furniture were exquisite—carved with intricate, refined patterns that stood out starkly against the drab surroundings.
Through narrow windows, faint glimpses of dark green lake water could be seen. If the sun had been shining, they might have caught a glimpse of the colorful creatures lurking in the Black Lake. But today, the world outside was nothing but black.
Wade paused for a moment, then felt a faint tug at his fingertips.
He followed the pull, stepping into a narrow, damp stone corridor. The walls were lined with closed wooden doors—so many of them, it felt like a prison. The silence was heavy. Even the normally bold Slytherin students wouldn’t linger here long.
No one was in the corridor. It was utterly still.
Makki, also invisible, led Wade to one of the doors and whispered, "This is it. I’m not allowed inside."
Wade asked, "Is he still in there?"
"Yes," Makki replied.
Wade tapped the door lock with his wand. A soft click echoed through the silence. Then he pushed the door open.
…
Dobby, having just finished cleaning the dormitory, lay curled beneath the bed, stomach growling with hunger.
He missed Crabbe and Crabbe.
Not that he liked them—his little master hated them. But if they were here, the room would be full of food. Even if some was stolen, they wouldn’t notice. They were too thick.
He checked the time in his mind. His master would be back soon. So he obeyed the command: Don’t let me see you.
But in such a small room, hiding was hard. He couldn’t shrink himself and hide in a jar. The space under the bed was the only place big enough—though he had to stay curled up.
He counted the seconds, waiting for the day to end.
Suddenly, he heard the door open.
He thought it was his master—then heard footsteps. Not his master’s.
But he couldn’t be seen. So he stayed put, not daring to move.
Yet the intruder didn’t seem to care about discretion.
Black shoes paused at the entrance—then stepped forward, straight toward the bed, and stopped.
Someone crouched down, pulled back the bed curtain.
"Hello—Dobby?"
Dobby’s eyes widened in shock. He tried to jump up, but his head slammed hard into the underside of the bed. Tears sprang to his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you," the figure said, stepping back to give space. "Why are you hiding under there? Come out."
Dobby hesitated, then crawled out from under the bed. He stood stiffly at the edge, pressed close to the green curtain hanging from the ceiling, as if the fabric could offer him some kind of protection.
He knew who this student was.
During the summer holidays, Dobby had tried to get Harry Potter expelled. It had gone horribly wrong—he’d been locked away by Harry’s Muggle relatives. It was this student, and another adult wizard, who’d rescued Harry from that fate.
Dobby had sneaked into the school several times, searching for a chance to make Harry leave. And every time, he’d seen the two of them together.
Even before that, he’d heard the name from his master and his little master—Wade Gray.
A prodigy at a young age. The favorite student of Professor Mor, the Alchemist. Dumbledore himself had great hopes for him.
Draco Malfoy disliked him, yet still bought every single one of his Book of Friends—and secretly bought dozens of copies, collecting every limited edition release. He’d also bought a full set of Soft-Light Badges, changing the design every day depending on his mood.
His master and mistress were the same—buying even more.
For wizarding nobles, wearing a badge that matched their identity was as essential as wearing clothes. To go out without one was deeply embarrassing. Yet they couldn’t openly curse the inventor while secretly using his creations.
So why was Wade Gray here? In this room?
Dobby’s heart pounded with unease. He glanced at the boy—carefully, furtively.
"I’ve heard about you from Harry," Wade said gently. "So you’re Malfoy’s little sprite? You’ve been acting on your master’s orders?"
"Of course not!" Dobby shot back, voice trembling with emotion. "I’m protecting Harry Potter! There’s a conspiracy brewing inside Hogwarts. Before the incident happens, Harry must leave! He must go home! Wade Gray should not stop me!"
(End of Chapter)
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