Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 135 Freedom
Harry tilted his head, looking at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression.

Although Harry also speaks Parsley, it's an ability derived from a fragment of Voldemort's soul, not his own skill. Therefore, Harry often can't distinguish between normal speech and Parsley.

Therefore, to Harry, Dumbledore's words took on a slightly different meaning—

An elderly man, over a hundred years old, with a deep voice and a kind,憨态可掬 smile, said to Tiera—

"Tiera~ I'm hungry~"

Harry shivered for no reason.

“Never heard of it.” Tiera immediately denied it, while resisting the urge to do anything else, such as touching her hair or licking her lips, and continued to slowly cut the fish fillet in front of her.

"Is that so..." Dumbledore seemed to believe it, picked up a piece of cheese sandwich beside him, and took a bite—

Then she suddenly asked, "Then why is it calling your name?"

"Name? What name?" Tierra asked, puzzled.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing,” Dumbledore said, stroking his long beard, and continued enjoying his cheese sandwich.

Tierra felt extremely uncomfortable throughout the Christmas Eve dinner.

Meanwhile, at Malfoy Estate.

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy sat on a pale green sofa, while Draco Malfoy stood opposite them.

On the brown wooden coffee table in front of the sofa, there was a small black box that was wrapped up tightly.

"The master said that one of the three of us should personally deliver this box to Dobby?" Draco Malfoy asked.

“Yes,” Draco nodded.

"The exact words?" Lucius asked again.

“Yes.” Draco nodded again.

"Did the master also say that this was one of his experiments?" Lucius asked again.

“Yes,” Draco Malfoy said, “but when I asked why this was given to Dobby, the master sternly replied: ‘When do you need to interfere with my experiments?’”

After Draco finished answering, the entire living room of Malfoy Manor fell into a suffocating silence.

All that remained was the sound of fingers gently tapping on the sofa armrests.

"The master also said we're not allowed to open it?" Lucius Malfoy asked again.

“Yes,” Draco replied again.

Lucius picked up the box from the coffee table again, shook it near his ear, and then gently tapped the box cover a few times.

“Master, there’s something else to say—” Lucius was about to ask something when he was interrupted by Narcissa Malfoy, who was sitting next to him.

"For Merlin's sake! Stop torturing Draco!" Narcissa snatched the black box from her hand and said, "Give this box to Dobby and then get him out of our house."

"Debbie! Go and call Dobby over!" Narcissa yelled at a withered, sallow female house-elf standing in the doorway.

"Yes, Master, right away, Master." Debbie bowed and slowly backed away, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.

When Debbie reappeared, she was still bent over, followed by a young, strong house-elf named Dobby, whose hands were wrapped in strips of cloth.

Unlike other house-elves who are lifeless, Dobby has a pair of big, round eyes that are lively and bright.

“Dobby, come here!” Narcissa said.

"Yes, yes, mistress, Do, Dobby is coming right now."

Dobby's back seemed to be hunched even more, almost to the point of burying his head under his arms.

"Here you go! Take this!" Narcissa shoved the black box under Dobby's nose, then quickly pulled her hand back as if she'd touched something disgusting. "Mistress, what, what is this?" Dobby reached for the black box, about to open it—

"Fool!" Narcissa drew her wand and lashed Dobby with a crackling whip—

"Ugh—" Dobby was whipped and rolled on the ground, still clutching the box in his arms.

"Do you want to get us killed?" Narcissa screamed almost hysterically. "Get out, get outside the manor before you open it!"

"Yes... Master, yes, Dobby will go right away..." Dobby got up from the ground, picked up the black box, bent over, and slowly backed away—

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!" Narcissa swung her wand again, leaving a gash on Dobby's left shoulder.

“Yes, yes, mistress.” Dobby quickened his pace slightly, but it still seemed slow to the Malfoys.

Lucius Malfoy stood up, strode over to Dobby, and kicked him in the stomach.

Dobby rolled on the spot, then quickly got up, turned around, and with a stoop, quickened his pace toward the outside of Malfoy Manor.

But Dobby still got a kick—

He was kicked to the ground by Lucius Malfoy again.

"Dad! I want to play too!" Draco Malfoy shouted.

“Come on, son!” Lucius Malfoy sidestepped, and Draco Malfoy ran up behind him, then kicked Dobby again—

Dobby rolled forward a little further, and the box landed beside him.

Dobby got up and walked forward again—

“Box! Box! You idiot! Box!” Lucius Malfoy roared.

“Yes, yes.” Dobby picked up the box again—

But then he was kicked in the back.

By the time Dobby stood outside the gates of Malfoy Manor, his body was covered in bruises and wounds caused by the curse.

Normal wizarding families wouldn't torture their house-elves like this—

After all, in the eyes of most wizards, house-elves are nothing more than tools and livestock—

No farmer wants their tools or livestock to be damaged unless necessary punishment is imposed.

But the Malfoys probably thought Dobby wouldn't survive the night, so they tried their best to release the pressure they had taken from Tierra onto Dobby, as long as Dobby could open the package.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and open the box!" The Malfoy family, standing on the third floor inside the iron gate of Malfoy Manor, ordered Dobby through the bars of the gate.

"Yes...yes..." Dobby took a deep breath, the light in his eyes gradually disappearing. With a burst of strength, he tore open the outermost black wrapping paper and opened the white cardboard box underneath.

A light gradually ignited in Dobby's eyes—

That was the light of hope.

"What is it? What is it? Dobby? What's inside?" Narcissa peered curiously out from behind the iron fence.

"Master... Master has provided Dobby with clothes!" Dobby took out a wizard's hat and a miniature wizard's robe from the box, which were the perfect size for Dobby's body.

Dobby is free!

My darlings, since the storyline after Christmas will soon enter the climax of the second year, there may only be one update per day starting tomorrow. However, the second year will probably end in about ten chapters.

Thank you
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