A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 110 Dobby
Under Felix's gaze, a large amount of pitch-black ink suddenly leaked from the diary, dripping to the ground, and the floor was corroded, emitting bursts of black smoke.

"Clean it up!" The ink blot disappeared.

The diary was also completely destroyed.

As a Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to conventional spells, but it cannot withstand the burning of Fiendfyre.Especially Felix's Fiercefire Sword, which can be regarded as his most destructive magic.

But under his deliberate protection, it didn't burn into ashes. The Fiendfire sword only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary—for Felix, its wreckage was still useful.

Felix's eyes fell on the house-elf named Dobby.

With the power of the potion, he almost understood what happened——

As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby could hear a lot of Lucius Malfoy's secrets. When he learned that the master brought the relics of the Dark Lord into Hogwarts by Ginny Weasley , he was deeply worried about the great benefactor of the house elves—Harry Potter, which made him act secretly again and again, trying to protect Harry.

Including but not limited to intercepting Harry Potter's letters, preventing Harry from getting on the train, controlling the Bludger to injure Harry on the Quidditch pitch...

Of course, it also includes sneaking into the office and stealing the diary today while Felix is ​​in class.

The effect of the potion had almost worn off, and the elf's eyelids were twitching, ready to wake up at any moment.

Dobby slowly opened his eyes.

He dragged his slender body up from the ground, opened his slender palms and observed repeatedly, with a confused expression on his face.

"Where is Dobby? Dobby remembered that Dobby went against his master's wishes and secretly took advantage of that person's class..." He said while looking at the surrounding environment.Soon, his eyes met Felix who was sitting on the sofa——

He let out a cry of alarm, stumbled back a few steps, and covered his face with his hands in horror.

Dobby's large eyes were filled with fear through the slits between his bony fingers. "Fee, Fee, Felix Heap!"

The elf was about to run away subconsciously, his short body became blurred, but in the next second, his body froze.

Felix put down his wand, and his emotional voice reached Dobby's ears: "Excellent talent, the house elf is really a kind of magical creature, but unfortunately, the magic power is too weak."

Dobby's magical power is not even one-tenth of that of a normal adult wizard.

Great talent, little magic, that's the hallmark of a house-elf.When Felix was in school, he spent a lot of time studying the weaknesses of various magical creatures, including house elves.

One-on-one in a short period of time, the elves can rely on their talents to surprise them and gain the upper hand in the battle against ordinary wizards; but if they train in a targeted manner for a month or two, they will be no match for wizards at all.

The panicked elf struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible shackles.But when Felix uttered a name, Dobby's body froze as if under a petrification spell.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Dobby's expression became even more frightened. Felix's words seemed to awaken his body's instincts, and he trembled all over: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" .

Felix waved his wand, pulled him to the position opposite him, and said calmly: "Dobby, I have no desire for the Dark Lord's relic, and you don't have to worry about what I will do dangerously."

"Dobby can't believe it!" he screamed. "That's...that's the most evil creation of magic, it will affect you and make you as horrible as a monster who can't name..."

"Snapped!"

A tattered diary fell on the small table between the two of them. There was a big hole in it, and the edges were neat, as if it had always been like this.

Dobby's voice seemed to be strangled by someone, and he couldn't speak a word.After a long time——

"This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly, with a puzzled and puzzled expression on his face, he took two steps closer cautiously, then jumped onto the table, half bent over, and carefully looked at the damaged diary.

His eyes widened like tennis balls, "It's unbelievable! Unbelievable...Mr. Harry Potter is safe!" Tears rolled down his long pointed nose.

He wiped his tears with the tattered pillowcase he was wearing and muttered incessantly.But he soon realized something, yelling, "Bad Dobby! Bad, bad Dobby!" He looked around for something to punish himself.

Felix shook his head. The house elves once had a war with wizards, and after the defeat, they signed an extremely harsh magic contract. Passed down from generation to generation, obeying the master's orders has become an instinct carved into his bones.

An example like Dobby who dared to trespass on the territory of a powerful wizard without the owner's permission is completely an anomaly among house-elves.

Felix tapped the arm of the sofa with his fingers, and Dobby seemed to have been hit with a hammer, and he regained his sanity.

"Let's have a good chat, Dobby."

Dobby looked at him cautiously, "What do you want to know, noble and powerful Mr. Haipu?"

Although Felix has learned what happened, he is still interested in some questions. He asked: "I want to know that the diary has been circulated in the hands of three people, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you come and steal the diary when I had it?"

There are three holders, two are little wizards, and one is a powerful professor, who is not good to choose?This difficulty is too great.

Dobby's expression was quite reserved, he hunched his body, and said in a low voice: "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is a little master, and the other is also noble...I can't, I can't..." He let out a scream.

Felix pondered, the reason of 'can't touch the little master' is easy to understand, but what does 'noble Ginny' mean?
The glory of a pure-blooded family...

So, I'm really not pureblood?Or do house elves rely on outside information to make judgments?
Felix shook his head, not caring much about the answer to that question.

"Then how did you overcome your body's instincts and do these things? Lucius Malfoy probably didn't allow you to act without permission?"

The question seemed to scare Dobby, and he sobbed softly.

"Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything in order to save Harry Potter. Dobby had to punish himself, hitting the wall with all his might, burning his hands with a soldering iron..." At this point, the house elf's tennis-sized eyes widened. "But it's all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby can do what the master doesn't expressly prohibit, even though Dobby's behavior will not please the master, Dobby must be punished Myself. My God! Bad Dobby! Very bad very bad Dobby!"

He tugged hard at his ears.

Hmm... Felix looked at him. This is also a talent among the house elves. You can catch such loopholes in the rules.

Felix looked at the wall clock on the wall, almost 10 minutes had passed, and he was going to temporarily end the conversation.

　Communicate with the editor in charge, it will be released on the 31st of this month, and the author will desperately save the manuscript
　　
　
(End of this chapter)