Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 136 House Elf

"Dobby, you're free!" Dobby showed the Malfoys, who were inside the iron gates, his miniature wizard's robes—

Before the Malfoys could react, Dobby vanished from outside the iron gates of Malfoy Manor in a flash, leaving the bewildered trio standing inside the gates staring blankly at the empty space.

Dobby took everything with him, not just the wizard's hat and robes, but also the boxes and the light black wrapping paper around them—

Meanwhile, in the Hogwarts banquet hall, Tyrell silently reached for the glass of fruit wine that belonged to Professor McGonagall, which was placed opposite him.

Tiera sensed it the moment Dobby opened the package.

Besides a set of clothes made from his shed skin, Tiera also included a letter in the package:

“Dear Mr. Dobby, Merry Christmas and congratulations on your freedom. I think we had a little misunderstanding before. I hope to have a peaceful conversation with you. If it is convenient, how about we meet at midnight tonight by the largest weeping willow on the east shore of the Black Lake at Hogwarts?”

"Your Excellency, Tiera."

Tierra had attached the letter to his own skin-made garment, so he was certain Dobby would see it.

Tierra picked up Professor McGonagall's glass and took a big gulp of fruit wine—

"It's not good for someone so young to be secretly drinking," Dumbledore said with a smile.

“Oh…yes, Principal, Headmaster.” Tierra said, her face flushed and her voice slightly stammering, “I, I’m already, I’m already starting to regret it. I, I want to go back to my dorm early and get some sleep…I’m so sleepy right now.”

Tierra stood up, preparing to leave her seat—

"Oh, no need for that. Now that you've learned your lesson, I might as well help you—"

As he spoke, Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it at Tyella.

Tiera felt a surge of inspiration well up from the top of her head—

Tierra instantly became much more alert.

"Alright, sit down and continue enjoying the feast," Dumbledore said, patting Tierra's bottom.

Tiera reluctantly sat back down.

The banquet continued, and Dumbledore did not probe further.

The banquet lasted until 9:30 p.m.

Tyella and Harry then returned to their Gryffindor dormitories.

"What...what is this?" Harry asked, his words mumbled as he returned to his dormitory after seeing Tyrell bring him a bowl of soup.

“Hangover medicine,” Tierra said, then brought the soup to Harry’s lips. “Harry, take your medicine—”

Harry obediently drank it down, and within seconds, snoring came from his mouth.

Tierra put Harry on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and then transformed into a thin garment and flew out of the dormitory window.

During the meal, Tierra persuaded Harry to drink a little alcohol, and the so-called "hangover cure" that Tierra fed Harry was just a can of ordinary hot soup laced with sleeping pills.

Since giving the "Inheritor" to Gilderoy Lockhart, and unable to let the "Inheritor" fake being asleep in bed while she was away, and to prevent Harry, with his strong curiosity and penchant for digging deep, from discovering her disappearance, Tyella rarely went out at night anymore. If she absolutely had to go out—

Tyrell would give Harry a sleeping potion, just like tonight, so that the restless little wizard could sleep until morning.

When Tierra flew to the eastern shore of the Black Lake following the connection between herself and her human skin, she saw a small, thin figure in the distance, wearing a wizard's robe that was a bit too big for her, trudging through the snow.

Such simple and ordinary things seemed to bring endless joy to this small, thin figure.

Dobby appeared at the Black Lake at Hogwarts about two hours earlier, around 8:00 AM.

But at that time, Tyrell was still preoccupied with "Hogwarts social obligations," so Dobby played in the snow by the Black Lake—

After gaining his freedom, Dobby found everything so new and exciting.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen snow. Dobby used to hate snow because it meant winter, and winter meant cold, which made his work much harder.

Dobby used to hate Christmas because it meant even more work. But this was the first time he, as a free being, could walk in the snow as he pleased.

He can scoop up the snow, throw it down, scoop it up again, and throw it down again.

Or you could gather the snow into a ball and throw it into the Black Lake.

When Dobby threw the third snowball into the Black Lake, his big, pointed ears seemed to hear something—

Dobby looked toward Hogwarts Castle, and in the vast expanse of snow, it seemed as if something was approaching him.

Dobby nervously dropped the snowball in his hand, then stood there obediently with his hands behind his back—

That thing is getting closer—

It was a flame that emitted a bright light.

The flames stopped in front of Dobby.

The flames transformed into a sphere formed by countless worms, from which a hand emerged.

Next came the arms, the face, and the rest of the body.

The worms on the sphere coalesced and collapsed inward, transforming into a magnificent robe outside Tiera's body—

Dobby was stunned.

"Hello, Dobby." Tiera floated down slowly from the air, bent down, and sat cross-legged on the snow opposite Dobby, keeping her head perpendicular to Dobby's head, staring straight into Dobby's big, bright eyes without any joy or sorrow or emotion.

“T-T-T-Ye-La Lord…Sir?” Dobby still unconsciously bowed down, a habit formed over many years.

"Lift your head, Dobby, lift your head, straighten your back!" Tiera said with a slightly serious tone. "You are a free elf now. No one, no one can make you bend over again, no one can make you lower your head again!"

“Yes, Mr. Tierra.” Dobby stood up straight, head held high, like a child being scolded.

"Why did you save me, sir?" Dobby's big eyes were filled with great confusion.

“I’m not saving you, Dobby, I’m saving every oppressed life,” Tierra said earnestly.

"What do you mean, sir?"

“Dobby, tell me, do you like freedom?” Tierra countered.

"I love it! Dobby loves freedom the most!" Dobby said excitedly.

"And what about your companions? Do other house-elves also like freedom?" Tiera asked again.

"Dobby...Dobby doesn't know..."

“Yes, you don’t know,” Tierra said calmly, then suddenly raised her voice: “Why? Dobby, tell me, why can’t other house-elves be as free as you? Why don’t house-elves even dare to think about freedom? Why, even though house-elves possess magic no less than that of wizards, are they forever destined to be slaves to wizards? Why should house-elves be enslaved, exploited, and after giving away their pitiful bodies, turned into specimens and hung on the wall by their wizard masters? Tell me, Dobby, why?”

Tierra simultaneously used "Whispers of Emotion" to subtly stir up the dark emotions in Dobby's heart.

"Dobby...Dobby doesn't know either." Dobby clutched his head in anguish—

Those unbearable memories suddenly flooded Dobby's mind—

The abuse he had suffered, and the fact that, under his master's orders, he had personally twisted off his elderly mother's head and preserved it as a specimen—

These cruel memories transformed into a raging fire of anger.

"Are you willing to accept this, Dobby? Are you willing to let those wizards exploit and oppress you, your children, and your endless descendants generation after generation?" Tiera's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"No! I'm not reconciled!" Dobby roared.

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