Chapter 110: Dobby's Defiance
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Chapter 110: Dobby's Defiance
Under the watchful gaze of Felix Harp, the diary suddenly oozed a copious amount of inky black fluid, dripping onto the ground with a steady rhythm, causing the floor to emit wisps of dark smoke.
"Clean as new!" The ink vanished.
The diary was utterly destroyed.
As a Horcrux, it had a tremendous resistance to conventional spells, yet it couldn't withstand the scorching flames of Fiendfyre. Especially Felix's Fiendfyre-infused sword, which was arguably his most destructive magic.
However, under his deliberate protection, it didn't burn to ashes. The Fiendfyre sword only burned a fist-sized hole through the diary—still useful remains for Felix.
Felix's gaze fell upon the house-elf named Dobby.
With the help of magical elixirs, he had pieced together the sequence of events—
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 felt a deep debt to the benefactor of his kind—the one called Harry Potter. This led him to act repeatedly in secret, trying to protect Harry.
This included but was not limited to intercepting Harry Potter's letters, obstructing his way to the train, controlling a rogue Bludger on the Quidditch pitch to harm Harry...
Of course, it also included today's attempt to slip into the office and steal the diary while Felix was in class.
The effects of the elixir were wearing off, and the elf's eyelids twitched, indicating he might awaken at any moment.
Dobby slowly opened his eyes.
He dragged his slender body off the ground, repeatedly inspecting his long fingers with a perplexed expression on his face.
"Where is Dobby? Dobby remembers. Dobby defied Master's will and sneaked in while that person was in class..." He spoke while observing his surroundings. Soon, his gaze met Felix, who was sitting on the couch—
He let out a yelp, stumbled back a few steps, and fearfully covered his face with his hands.
Through the gaps between his bony fingers, Dobby's large eyes were brimming with terror. "F-F-Felix Harp!"
The house-elf instinctively tried to escape; his diminutive figure blurred, but in the next moment, he froze in place.
Felix lowered his wand, his somewhat nostalgic voice reaching Dobby's ears. "Impressive talent, house-elves truly are magical creatures, but alas, their magic is too feeble."
Dobby cautiously regarded him. "What would you like to know, noble and powerful Mr. Harp?"
Though Felix already understood the situation, he remained curious about a few aspects. He inquired, "I wish to understand why the diary passed through the hands of three individuals: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you choose to steal it precisely while it was in my possession?"
Three holders, two young wizards, and one formidable professor; why choose the most difficult one?
Dobby's expression grew quite cautious; he hunched his body and spoke softly, "Because I couldn't, sir. My body prevented me. One is a young master, and the other is of high status... I couldn't, couldn't..." He let out a sharp cry.
Felix pondered; 'not moving the young master' was understandable as a reason, but what did 'high-status Ginny' mean? Could it be tied to the honor of a pure-blood family...
So, am I really not pure-blood? Or is it that house-elves also make judgments based on external information?
Felix shook his head; he didn't care about the answer to that question.
"How did you manage to overcome your body's instincts to perform these actions? I assume Lucius Malfoy didn't allow you to act on your own?"
This question seemed to startle Dobby; he sobbed softly.
"Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything to save Mr. Harry Potter. Dobby had to punish himself, banging his head against the wall, burning his hands with a hot iron..." He reached a point where his tennis-ball-like eyes grew immense. "But it's all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! If it's not expressly forbidden by the master, Dobby can do it, even though Dobby's actions displease the master. Dobby must punish himself. Merlin's beard! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!"
He fiercely tugged at his own ears.
Hmm... Felix observed him. Indeed, another remarkable talent among house-elves, seizing on these loopholes in the rules.
Felix glanced at the clock on the wall; around twenty minutes had passed. He decided to temporarily conclude this conversation.
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Chapter 110: Dobby's Defiance
Under the watchful gaze of Felix Harp, the diary suddenly oozed a copious amount of inky black fluid, dripping onto the ground with a steady rhythm, causing the floor to emit wisps of dark smoke.
"Clean as new!" The ink vanished.
The diary was utterly destroyed.
As a Horcrux, it had a tremendous resistance to conventional spells, yet it couldn't withstand the scorching flames of Fiendfyre. Especially Felix's Fiendfyre-infused sword, which was arguably his most destructive magic.
However, under his deliberate protection, it didn't burn to ashes. The Fiendfyre sword only burned a fist-sized hole through the diary—still useful remains for Felix.
Felix's gaze fell upon the house-elf named Dobby.
With the help of magical elixirs, he had pieced together the sequence of events—
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 felt a deep debt to the benefactor of his kind—the one called Harry Potter. This led him to act repeatedly in secret, trying to protect Harry.
This included but was not limited to intercepting Harry Potter's letters, obstructing his way to the train, controlling a rogue Bludger on the Quidditch pitch to harm Harry...
Of course, it also included today's attempt to slip into the office and steal the diary while Felix was in class.
The effects of the elixir were wearing off, and the elf's eyelids twitched, indicating he might awaken at any moment.
Dobby slowly opened his eyes.
He dragged his slender body off the ground, repeatedly inspecting his long fingers with a perplexed expression on his face.
"Where is Dobby? Dobby remembers. Dobby defied Master's will and sneaked in while that person was in class..." He spoke while observing his surroundings. Soon, his gaze met Felix, who was sitting on the couch—
He let out a yelp, stumbled back a few steps, and fearfully covered his face with his hands.
Through the gaps between his bony fingers, Dobby's large eyes were brimming with terror. "F-F-Felix Harp!"
The house-elf instinctively tried to escape; his diminutive figure blurred, but in the next moment, he froze in place.
Felix lowered his wand, his somewhat nostalgic voice reaching Dobby's ears. "Impressive talent, house-elves truly are magical creatures, but alas, their magic is too feeble."
Dobby cautiously regarded him. "What would you like to know, noble and powerful Mr. Harp?"
Though Felix already understood the situation, he remained curious about a few aspects. He inquired, "I wish to understand why the diary passed through the hands of three individuals: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you choose to steal it precisely while it was in my possession?"
Three holders, two young wizards, and one formidable professor; why choose the most difficult one?
Dobby's expression grew quite cautious; he hunched his body and spoke softly, "Because I couldn't, sir. My body prevented me. One is a young master, and the other is of high status... I couldn't, couldn't..." He let out a sharp cry.
Felix pondered; 'not moving the young master' was understandable as a reason, but what did 'high-status Ginny' mean? Could it be tied to the honor of a pure-blood family...
So, am I really not pure-blood? Or is it that house-elves also make judgments based on external information?
Felix shook his head; he didn't care about the answer to that question.
"How did you manage to overcome your body's instincts to perform these actions? I assume Lucius Malfoy didn't allow you to act on your own?"
This question seemed to startle Dobby; he sobbed softly.
"Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything to save Mr. Harry Potter. Dobby had to punish himself, banging his head against the wall, burning his hands with a hot iron..." He reached a point where his tennis-ball-like eyes grew immense. "But it's all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! If it's not expressly forbidden by the master, Dobby can do it, even though Dobby's actions displease the master. Dobby must punish himself. Merlin's beard! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!"
He fiercely tugged at his own ears.
Hmm... Felix observed him. Indeed, another remarkable talent among house-elves, seizing on these loopholes in the rules.
Felix glanced at the clock on the wall; around twenty minutes had passed. He decided to temporarily conclude this conversation.
Communication with the author, to be published on the 31st of this month, requires diligently accumulating drafts.
Hello everyone,
If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon.
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Your support is greatly appreciated
Chapter 110: Dobby's DefianceUnder the watchful gaze of Felix Harp, the diary suddenly oozed a copious amount of inky black fluid, dripping onto the ground with a steady rhythm, causing the floor to emit wisps of dark smoke."Clean as new!" The ink vanished.The diary was utterly destroyed.As a Horcrux, it had a tremendous resistance to conventional spells, yet it couldn't withstand the scorching flames of Fiendfyre. Especially Felix's Fiendfyre-infused sword, which was arguably his most destructive magic.However, under his deliberate protection, it didn't burn to ashes. The Fiendfyre sword only burned a fist-sized hole through the diarystill useful remains for Felix.Felix's gaze fell upon the house-elf named Dobby.With the help of magical elixirs, he had pieced together the sequence of eventsAs 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 felt a deep debt to the benefactor of his kindthe one called Harry Potter. This led him to act repeatedly in secret, trying to protect Harry.This included but was not limited to intercepting Harry Potter's letters, obstructing his way to the train, controlling a rogue Bludger on the Quidditch pitch to harm Harry...Of course, it also included today's attempt to slip into the office and steal the diary while Felix was in class.The effects of the elixir were wearing off, and the elf's eyelids twitched, indicating he might awaken at any moment.Dobby slowly opened his eyes.He dragged his slender body off the ground, repeatedly inspecting his long fingers with a perplexed expression on his face."Where is Dobby? Dobby remembers. Dobby defied Master's will and sneaked in while that person was in class..." He spoke while observing his surroundings. Soon, his gaze met Felix, who was sitting on the couchHe let out a yelp, stumbled back a few steps, and fearfully covered his face with his hands.Through the gaps between his bony fingers, Dobby's large eyes were brimming with terror. "F-F-Felix Harp!"The house-elf instinctively tried to escape; his diminutive figure blurred, but in the next moment, he froze in place.Felix lowered his wand, his somewhat nostalgic voice reaching Dobby's ears. "Impressive talent, house-elves truly are magical creatures, but alas, their magic is too feeble."Dobby cautiously regarded him. "What would you like to know, noble and powerful Mr. Harp?"Though Felix already understood the situation, he remained curious about a few aspects. He inquired, "I wish to understand why the diary passed through the hands of three individuals: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you choose to steal it precisely while it was in my possession?"Three holders, two young wizards, and one formidable professor; why choose the most difficult one?Dobby's expression grew quite cautious; he hunched his body and spoke softly, "Because I couldn't, sir. My body prevented me. One is a young master, and the other is of high status... I couldn't, couldn't..." He let out a sharp cry.Felix pondered; 'not moving the young master' was understandable as a reason, but what did 'high-status Ginny' mean? Could it be tied to the honor of a pure-blood family...So, am I really not pure-blood? Or is it that house-elves also make judgments based on external information?Felix shook his head; he didn't care about the answer to that question."How did you manage to overcome your body's instincts to perform these actions? I assume Lucius Malfoy didn't allow you to act on your own?"This question seemed to startle Dobby; he sobbed softly."Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything to save Mr. Harry Potter. Dobby had to punish himself, banging his head against the wall, burning his hands with a hot iron..." He reached a point where his tennis-ball-like eyes grew immense. "But it's all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! If it's not expressly forbidden by the master, Dobby can do it, even though Dobby's actions displease the master. Dobby must punish himself. Merlin's beard! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!"He fiercely tugged at his own ears.Hmm... Felix observed him. Indeed, another remarkable talent among house-elves, seizing on these loopholes in the rules.Felix glanced at the clock on the wall; around twenty minutes had passed. He decided to temporarily conclude this conversation.Communication with the author, to be published on the 31st of this month, requires diligently accumulating drafts.Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
