dmims Chapter 109 Dobby
Chapter 109 Dobby
Under Felix's gaze, the diary suddenly oozed a large amount of black ink, dripping onto the floor and corroding the floor, causing black smoke to rise from it.
"Completely cleaned!" The ink stains disappeared.
The diary was also completely destroyed.
As a Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to conventional spells, but it cannot withstand the burning of Fiendfire. In particular, Felix's Fiendfire Longsword is arguably his most destructive magic.
But thanks to his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes; the Fiery Blade only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary—its remains were still useful to Felix.
Felix's gaze fell on the house-elf named Dobby.
With the help of the potion, he roughly understood what had happened—
As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby overheard many of Lucius Malfoy's secrets. When he learned that his master had brought the Dark Lord's relics into Hogwarts through Ginny Weasley, he was deeply worried for Harry Potter, the great benefactor of the house-elves. This led him to secretly take action time and time again to try to protect Harry.
This includes, but is not limited to, intercepting Harry Potter's letters, preventing Harry from boarding the train, and controlling the ball in Quidditch to injure Harry...
Of course, this also includes today's plan to sneak into the office and steal the diary while Felix is in class.
The effects of the potion had almost worn off, and the elf's eyelids twitched, as if it could wake up at any moment.
Dobby slowly opened his eyes.
He dragged his slender body to his feet, opened his long, thin hands and examined them repeatedly, his face showing a bewildered expression.
"Dobby, where am I? Dobby remembers... Dobby disobeyed his master's wishes and secretly..." he said, looking around. Soon, his gaze met Felix's as he sat on the sofa—
He let out a scream, stumbled back a few steps, and covered his face with his hands in terror.
Through the gaps between his withered fingers, Dobby's large eyes were filled with terror. "F...F...Felix Heap!"
The little elf instinctively tried to run away, his small body becoming a blur, but the next second, his body froze.
Felix put down his wand, and his voice, filled with emotion, reached Dobby's ears: "Extraordinary talent. House-elves are truly magical creatures, but unfortunately, their magic is too weak."
Dobby's magic power is less than one-tenth of that of a normal adult wizard.
Exceptional talent, but meager magical power—that's the nature of house-elves. During his school years, Felix dedicated a significant amount of time to studying the weaknesses of various magical creatures, including house-elves.
In a short, one-on-one fight, elves can use their talent to surprise their opponents and gain the upper hand in battles against ordinary wizards; however, if they receive targeted training for one or two months, they will be no match for wizards at all.
The terrified sprite struggled desperately to break free of the invisible restraints. But when Felix uttered a name, Dobby's body froze completely, as if petrified.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Dobby's expression grew even more terrified. Felix's words seemed to have awakened his body's instincts, and he trembled all over: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, his body involuntarily trying to crash into the nearest cabinet.
Felix waved his wand, drawing him to a spot opposite him, and calmly said, "Dobby, I have no interest in the Dark Lord's relics, and you need not worry that I will do anything dangerous."
"Dobby doesn't believe it!" he screamed. "That's...that's the most evil magical creation. It will affect you, turn you into something as terrifying as a nameless demon..."
"Snapped!"
A tattered diary was slammed onto the small table between the two of them. It had a large hole in it, but the edges were neat, as if that was how it was supposed to be.
Dobby's voice was as if someone had grabbed him by the throat; he couldn't utter a single word. A long time passed—
"This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly, his expression filled with confusion and bewilderment. He cautiously took two steps closer, then jumped onto the table, bending down to examine the damaged diary carefully.
His eyes, as big as tennis balls, widened in disbelief. "Unbelievable! Incredible... Mr. Harry Potter is safe!" Tears rolled down his long, pointed nose.
He wiped his tears with the tattered pillowcase he was wearing, muttering to himself. But he quickly realized something and shouted, "Bad Dobby! Very bad Dobby!" He looked around for something to punish himself.
Felix shook his head. House-elves had fought a war with wizards and, after their defeat, signed an extremely harsh magical contract. Passed down through generations, obedience to their masters had become an instinct ingrained in their very bones.
Dobby's audacity in trespassing on the territory of a powerful wizard without his master's permission makes him a truly exceptional house-elves.
Felix tapped the sofa armrest with his fingers, and Dobby seemed to have been hit with a hammer, regaining his composure.
"Let's have a good talk, Dobby."
Dobby looked at him cautiously. "What would you like to know, esteemed and powerful Mr. Hyp?"
Although Felix already knew what had happened, he was still interested in some questions. He asked, "I want to know, the diary passed through the hands of three people: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you specifically come and steal the diary when I had it?"
Of the three holders, two are junior wizards and one is a powerful professor. Why choose him of all people? This is too difficult.
Dobby looked quite restrained. He hunched over and whispered, "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is my young master, and the other is of noble status... I can't, I can't..." He let out a scream.
Felix pondered. The reason of "not being able to touch the young master" was easy to understand, but what did "the noble Ginny" mean?
The glory of a pure-blood family...
So, am I really not a purebred? Or do house-poms also make judgments based on external information?
Felix shook his head; he didn't care about the answer to the question.
"So how did you overcome your physical instincts to do these things? Lucius Malfoy didn't give you permission to act on your own, did he?"
The question seemed to frighten Dobby, and he sobbed softly.
"Dobby, Dobby would do anything to save Harry Potter. Dobby had to punish himself, banging his head against the wall, burning his hands with a hot iron..." The house-elf's tennis ball-sized eyes widened as he said this, "But it was all worth it, for Mr. Harry Potter's safety! Dobby could do anything his master didn't explicitly forbid, even though his actions wouldn't please his master. Dobby had to punish himself. Good heavens! Bad Dobby! Very, very bad Dobby!"
He pinched his ear hard.
Hmm... Felix looked at him. "He's quite the talent among house-elves. He can even exploit such a loophole in the rules."
Felix glanced at the clock on the wall; about twenty minutes had passed, and he prepared to temporarily end the conversation.