Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

When night fell and the castle fell into silence, they set out.

Clooney took a deep breath and met the Gryffindor boys at the edge of the tower.

Curfew had just begun, and the footsteps of prefects and professors still echoed in the corridors.

They waited until the first wave of patrols by professors passed before starting to move slowly towards the school hospital.

Prefects and professors usually conduct a tour at the beginning. The second time will be around 11 o'clock, but the teacher usually comes after that time. Although there are occasionally some enthusiastic students - but if students are brought along, the teachers will generally move much slower.

They tiptoed toward the infirmary, where occasionally there was the sound of sparse scraping of cloth, and it sounded like Harry had woken up.

Fred and George looked at each other (although they saw nothing), and as soon as they poked their heads out from the edge of the door frame, they spotted a horrifying, thin and dirty figure from behind.

It's a house elf!

It looked different from what they usually saw, and it didn't look like the original elves in Hogwarts at all: the elves in Hogwarts usually wore sacks with the school crest on them, and Usually take care of yourself very clean.

They had never seen such an ugly and scruffy elf - at least not in school.

A hairy thing also squeezed in under their chin.

"Is it a house elf?" Crowney said quietly, "It's a pity that I have never seen it."

"Why is there such a... downtrodden house elf in the school?" she whispered to George. "Do house elves wander?"

"Maybe it's not necessarily the one left by Harry's parents." George answered her quietly, "You have to know that the Potter family is still a well-known pure-blood family, and it is not difficult to own an elf."

"This is so touching: the wandering elf went through so much trouble to find his long-lost master?" Clooney was extremely surprised. "What kind of touching modern drama is this..."

But Harry's screams soon sounded, and he shouted: "Go away!"

Then he yelled: "Dobby!"

It seems they do know each other. The three night wanderers sneaked into the room from the door frame. Although this was not ethical, they had already agreed to scare Harry in the middle of the night. They were so proficient in practicing the Disguise Charm, especially Fred and George, that Clowney even suspected that even if they stood in front of Dumbledore, he would not necessarily discover these two Gryffindor troublemakers.

The house elf stared with two tennis-ball-like eyes, and tears rolled down from the long nose she saw. Clooney, who was standing by the window, could see everything clearly. She believed that two other friends had also witnessed this scene: clearly, this was not the time to joke.

She waved her wand first and materialized.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your reminiscing, Harry," she said, "but I thought you might need this now."

She took out a bottle of sustained-release medicine from her arms, which can greatly reduce the pain transmitted to the nerves: "Fred and George heard that you have thirty-three bones to grow - without this, you would It will hurt all night."

"Yes -" the two brothers with fiery red hair supported her shoulders, one on each side, and said in unison, "This is our private inventory - our golden boy~"

The elf looked horrified. He suddenly stopped crying and took a deep breath.

"Wait!" Clooney subconsciously grabbed the elf's skinny wrist before the explosion sounded.

"We do not--"

Before she finished speaking, she disappeared.

The elves' apparation is an older magic spell than the existing apparation, and their contents are also more complex. Of course, so are the spell patterns. From a distance, it seems like a magic spell unique to elves.

But just like the language of mermaids can be learned, even if this spell is more complicated than people's native spells, it is not impossible to understand.

For human apparation spells, nothing can be involved in the apparation as long as the caster doesn't want to. But the difference between the elves is that this ancient spell that is difficult to restrict is not covering in nature, but creates an independent space, and all objects in contact with it in that space will be completely teleported.

Clooney had never had the experience of being accidentally led by a strange elf. She was instantly cast in a thick iron armor spell all over her body. By the time they recovered, she was lying on the floor of the castle.

Here is a tunnel they explored. There is an oil painting-style anthropomorphic statue of Mr. Black taped to the stone wall next to the tunnel. Sir Black Cat's dagger is pointed at the head of the hunched house elf.

Dobby looked panicked, like a sensitive dog suddenly encountering a giant creature it had never seen before: his nerves were stretched to the extreme.

Clooney saw that all the muscles in his body were tense: if it were a dog, he would definitely bite her in the next second.

"Wait! Dobby!" She had a hunch that she must not let him escape. "Can you hear me out first?"

The elf shook his head in horror and was about to teleport for the second time.

"You know, no matter how many times I am teleported, I can follow the distortion of space and turn around." She held the elf's arm tightly, "I also know that this has nothing to do with contact."

"What do you want to do to humble Dobby? Girl?" After knowing that there was no way to retreat, Dobby calmed down. "I know that you, the Slytherin girl and Harry Potter's friend, are the ones who put him Harry Potter stole it!”

"Steal?" She looked into the elf's eyes with some confusion, which were filled with inexplicable hatred. "What stole?"

"Are you still pretending to be stupid? Miss?" the elf said sharply, "Harry Potter could have stayed in his home well, but you tricked him out of his home!"

She got it.

"Because it's Harry's birthday," she said, "and he has the right to live freely. Dobby, even if you are his elf, you can't completely control his life without his consent."

"Dobby is not Harry Potter's elf!" the elf screamed again, "Dobby cannot be seen by others! Dobby will be punished!"

"No one will be punished! Dobby!" Crowney's voice was louder, covering up the screams of the elf. She grabbed his hand and forced him into the corner. The space around Dobby was filled with Compressed to the edge of the stone wall, "If you say that you are not Harry's elf, then whose elf are you?"

"Dobby can't say that!" he screamed. "Besides! Dobby won't give in to you!"

"We?" She stared at him suspiciously, "What we? Me? With whom?"

"You—" Dobby said slowly, "you and your nasty friends!"

He laughed slyly, then bit her hard, and disappeared again the moment she separated.

"Ah!!!" Clooney waved her hand subconsciously, and the iron armor spell was firmly attached to her body. It didn't hurt, but a moment of conditioned reflex might cause the opportunity to be missed.