Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 141 It Doesn't Deserve Sympathy at All
Being stopped by Sherlock and Harry, the house-elf Dobby was unable to bang his head against the wall or hit his head with the lamp, but he still struggled and roared:
"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!

Dobby secretly came to inform Harry Potter about his master's affairs!

Dobby is not a qualified house-elf. Let Dobby go. Dobby wants to punish himself!"

"I see, you're from Draco Malfoy's family."

As soon as Sherlock said this, Dobby stopped struggling and looked at Sherlock with Harry.

Shock was written all over the faces of the man and the spirit.

The difference was that the surprise on Harry's face quickly turned into relief.

Dobby was even more shocked and shouted:
"Sir, you actually used dark magic on Dobby!

Although Dobby didn't say anything, he still exposed his master's secret!

Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Dobby is not a qualified house-elf at all!"

"Dark magic? I can't use that against you."

Sherlock sneered and said disdainfully:
"As far as I know, house-elves were not originally something that poor wizarding families could have.

Looking at your humble attitude, it is enough to see that your master's family is not easy to get along with.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, someone who meets these conditions and has conflicts with Harry is about to emerge.

So... what exactly did they prepare?"

Dobby opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just opened his mouth.

It was as if some mysterious force prevented it from telling the truth.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Dobby almost revealed his master's secret. Let Dobby go! Dobby wants to punish himself!"

This time, Dobby's strength was exceptionally great, and his determination to punish himself was unwavering.

Just when Harry felt a headache coming on, Sherlock loosened his hand and let it go.

Once free, Dobby banged his head against the wall repeatedly without saying a word.

The strong impact made Harry tremble with fear. Seeing Dobby hit him more than ten times in a row, Sherlock still had no intention of stopping him. He couldn't help but say:

"Sherlock..."

"My dear friend, you need not be anxious—my father and Mr. Granger are both downstairs, and they will certainly not come up unless it knocks the wall down."

"But...are we just going to watch him continue?"

"My dear Harry, I suggest you put aside your sympathy for it.

Being self-righteously nice to others, making arrangements for others on their own initiative, and abusing themselves in a moral kidnapping way..."

Sherlock looked at Dobby who was hurting himself and commented mercilessly:

"This kind of guy doesn't deserve any sympathy at all."

Harry was startled when he heard this.

To be honest, Harry is really a very kind person.

Not the mean-spirited goodness of Snape, but the traditional lawful good.

It is really not easy to grow up in such a harsh environment as the Dursleys' and not develop a mentality of revenge against society.

Not only that, he actually has a bit of a Madonna complex deep down in his heart.

So even though he was a little dissatisfied with the elf Dobby's actions just now, as long as he thought that the other party did it for his own good, he just couldn't harden his heart.

Not to mention watching Dobby hurt himself, it was even difficult to say something tough to it.

So if someone else said this, he would definitely not agree.

But when these words came out of Sherlock's mouth, the effect was immediately different.

Harry lowered his head, thought seriously for a while, then nodded slowly.

Just like Sherlock said, he didn't need to be arranged by it.

In this respect, Dobby is very similar to Dumbledore, but not as good as Dumbledore.

Dumbledore merely guided him to face Voldemort, but Dobby arranged it for himself directly.

Maybe it started with good intentions and was well-intentioned.

but.

It intercepted his letters and prevented him from going to Hogwarts, but it said nothing and just banged its head against the wall.

This kind of behavior is undoubtedly something I don't like, and it can even be said to be full of malice.

Those who truly care about themselves should be like Sherlock, telling themselves the truth without reservation and making their own choices.

But even after figuring it all out, Harry still couldn't look at Dobby's behavior and remain indifferent.

But seeing that Sherlock was determined, he could only turn his head away.

If you turn a blind eye, you won’t feel sad.

Just as Sherlock said, even though Dobby made such a big noise, there was still no movement downstairs.

Harry secretly admired Sherlock and Hermione's father for being so powerful that he could stop Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

Little did he know that the protagonist in the hall downstairs had already been replaced.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, as the real masters, now only have the role of supporting actors.

After bumping around for a while, Dobby finally stopped.

At this time, its two eyes were already meeting each other, and a lot of blood was oozing from its head.

Sherlock looked at it coldly, without saying a word.

"The great, kind Harry Potter, and the mind-reading... sir!"

Dobby took a long time to find the right focus so that his big eyes could look at Sherlock and Harry.

"Mr. Harry Potter really can't go to school..."

"So, you're still not going to tell the truth?"

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby, Dobby can't reveal his master's secret!"

Dobby grabbed the desk lamp and smashed it on his head. Sherlock just stood there watching coldly until the lamp broke into pieces.

Harry, on the other hand, felt very distressed.

Although this was an old desk lamp that Dudley had discarded, it still worked fine. It was such a shame to see it fall apart like this.

"Are you done smashing? If not, keep hitting the wall."

After hearing what Sherlock said, Dobby obviously realized that the new little wizard was different from the easy-going Harry, and was a tough guy.

It stopped its self-torturing movements, looked at Sherlock, and said firmly:
"Mr. Harry Potter is not allowed to return to school under any circumstances!"

"What if we say no?"

Sherlock looked at it coldly.

Harry clenched his fists secretly.

"That's all Dobby can do, sir. It's for Harry Potter's own good."

As if it had planned to do this a long time ago, as soon as Dobby finished speaking, a huge magical aura surged out from its small body, filling the entire bedroom almost instantly.

When Harry felt the surge of magic from the house-elf Dobby, he was stunned.

What's going on? This seemingly self-destructive elf is actually so powerful?
Sherlock remained calm.

But what he said made Harry a little uneasy.

"I thought you were so cruel—that's it?"

"Sherlock, you..."

Before Harry could finish his words, the situation suddenly changed.

An even more powerful magical aura suddenly appeared, coming from behind and overwhelming the magic power brought by Dobby's spell casting.

Not only that, Sherlock and Harry even felt that the air in the room seemed to have a gelatinous stagnation.

Dobby's expression suddenly changed.

It snapped its fingers without saying a word.

There was no doubt that the magic it was going to perform was Apparition.

Unlike wizards who have to go through difficult learning to master this advanced magic, almost all house-elves are masters of Apparition.

This is also the reason why it dared to come to Harry alone and inform him without telling its owner.

This is its trump card.

Unexpectedly, this time the trick that made it famous failed.

It looked shocked and snapped its fingers twice as if it didn't believe it.

Nothing happened.

At the same time, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a man in a black robe with greasy hair appeared at the same time as Hermione.

It was Severus Snape, the Head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts, Professor of Potions, and the modern Snake King.

Professor Snape's eyes swept across the people in the room, finally stopping on Harry, and he said something with a cold look.

"Po-te, you are so useless!"

Harry: "..."

On the other hand, when Dobby saw Professor Snape appearing at the same time as Hermione, he realized something belatedly.

It screamed and jumped up:

"Liar! Harry Potter is a big liar! He deceived Dobby!"

Sherlock's face was expressionless, while Hermione's expression was curious.

Harry was even more unhappy.

Snape said I was useless, and I reluctantly accepted it.

But you said I lied to you?
This is none of my business!

Professor Snape also thought Dobby was noisy, and waved his wand with a frown.

A spell shot out, hitting Dobby accurately.

Dobby froze in mid-air for a moment, like a frozen puppet, with only his frightened eyes still moving.

“What an idiot!
Just a house-elf has left you helpless?

Look at you guys, you're just like a bunch of crazy Muggles doing a monkey show!"

Professor Snape said in disgust.

Then, his eyes fell on Harry:

"Po-te, you're just going to let this farce happen?"

Harry: (╬☉д⊙)━☆.*#
what can I do? I'm desperate too!

Hermione hurriedly explained: "Professor, it was this house-elf who suddenly appeared and said something about Hogwarts being in danger. We can't use magic outside of school, so..."

"Shut up!"

Professor Snape interrupted her rudely, "Whatever the reason, the situation shouldn't have gotten so out of control."

Harry and Hermione were both furious.

Fortunately this is not in Hogwarts, otherwise you would still be planning to deduct points?

Is this a situation we can resolve?
After saying this, Snape ignored the two of them and turned to look at Dobby who was floating in the air. He tapped his wand lightly and lifted the spell.

Dobby fell to the ground with a thud, then immediately stood up timidly, not daring to look Snape in the eye.

"Tell me, why are you making trouble here?"

Professor Snape stared at Dobby with his venomous eyes. Dobby was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, and his ears were pressed tightly against his head.

It was obvious that the move Snape had just made brought much more oppression to the house-elf than to Sherlock and the other two.

After trembling for a long time, Dobby finally mustered up the courage to say:
"Professor, Dobby... Dobby is for Mr. Harry Potter!
Hogwarts is in real danger!
A huge conspiracy is going to harm Mr. Harry Potter!"

Snape frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to indifference.

"Without any evidence, you think I will believe it?
A mere house-elf dared to leave his master's house without permission and disrupt order.

You are simply courting death!"

(End of this chapter)