Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Under Felix's gaze, a large amount of pitch-black ink suddenly oozes from the diary, and it drops to the ground, and the floor is corroded into bursts of black smoke.

"Scourgify!" The ink disappeared.

The diary was also completely destroyed.

As Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to conventional incantion, but it cannot withstand Fiendfyre's burning. Especially Felix’s Fiendfyre long sword is his magic with the strongest destructive power.

But under his deliberate protection, it didn't burn to ashes. Fiendfyre only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary—for Felix, its remains were still useful.

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

With the help of 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 When the owner brought the Dark Lord's relics into Hogwarts by Ginny Weasley's hands, he was deeply worried about Harry Potter, the great benefactor of house elf race, which made him act privately again and again.

Including but not limited to intercepting Harry Potter’s letters, preventing Harry from getting on the train, controlling a bludger at the Quiddich stadium and hurting Harry......

Of course, including today’s desire to take advantage of Felix’s class Chance to sneak into the office and steal the diary.

The effect of potion has almost faded, and the elf's eyelids are beating, and he can wake up at any time.

Dobby slowly opened his eyes.

He dragged his slender body to get up from the ground, opened his slender palm and observed repeatedly, with a confused look on his face.

"Where is Dobby? Dobby remembered. Dobby violated the master's wishes. While that person was in class, secretly..." He said, looking at the surrounding environment. Soon, his eyes met Felix who was sitting on the sofa—

He let out a scream, stumbled back a few steps, and grabbed his face with his hands in horror.

Through the gap between thin fingers, Dobby's big eyes are filled with fear. "Fei, Fei, Felix Haip!"

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

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

Dobby’s magic power is not as good as one-tenth of that of a normal adult wizard.

Innate talent is extraordinary, magic power is low, this is the characteristic of house elf. When Felix was in school, he devoted a lot of time to researching the weaknesses of various magic creatures, naturally including house elf.

One-on-one in a short period of time, the elves can rely on their innate talent to gain the upper hand in the battle with the wizard; but if they are trained for a month or two, they are not wizards at all. Opponent.

The panicked elf struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible shackles. But when Felix said a name, Dobby's body suddenly seemed to have applied Binding Curse, completely frozen.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Dobby's expression became more horrified. Felix's words seemed to awaken his body's instincts. He trembled: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, his body involuntarily about to hit the nearest cabinet.

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

"Dobby doesn't believe it!" He screamed: "That's...that's the most evil magic creation. It will affect you and make you as horrible as the Dark Lord..."

"pa!"

A tattered diary book fell on the small table between the two of them. There was a large broken hole on it, and the edges were neat and tidy, just like It is just like this.

Dobby's voice is like being caught by someone's neck, and he can't speak a word.

"This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly, his expression was confused and perplexed, cautiously approached two steps, then jumped onto the table, half-bent over and looked at the broken diary carefully. Book.

The eyes widened like a tennis ball, "It's incredible! Unimaginable... Harry Mr Potter is safe!" one after another Tears rolled down his long pointed nose.

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

Felix shook his head. House elf had a war with the wizard. After the defeat, he signed a very demanding magic contract. After being passed down from generation to generation, obeying the master's order has become an instinct to be engraved in the bones.

The example of Dobby who dared to enter the site of a powerful wizard without the permission of the owner can be regarded as a different kind of house elf.

Felix tapped his finger on the armrest of the sofa, Dobby seemed to have been hit, 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 Mister Haip?"

Although Felix has already understood what happened, he is still interested in some questions. He asked: "I want to know that the diary was once circulated in the hands of three people, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Me. But why did you come to steal the diary while I was holding it?"

Three holders, two are young wizards, one is a powerful professor, who will you choose?"

Must choose him? This difficulty is too great.

Dobby's expression is quite formal. He crouched and whispered: "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is Young Lord, and the other is also noble...I No way, no way..." He let out a scream.

Felix mused. The reason for'cannot move Young Lord' is well understood, but what does'noble Ginny' mean?

Is the glory of the pure-blood family...

So, I really am not pure blood? Or does house elf also rely on outside information to make judgments?

Felix shook his head, he didn't care about the answer to this question.

"Then how did you overcome your body's instincts and do these things? Lucius Malfoy didn't allow you to act privately, right?"

This question seemed to scare Dobby. He sobbed in a low voice.

"Dobby, in order to save Harry Potter, Dobby had to punish himself, hit the wall desperately, burn his hands with a soldering iron..." At this point, house elf's tennis eyes widened." But it's all worth it, for the safety of Harry Mr Potter...Dobby can do it if the owner doesn't expressly prohibit it. Although Dobby's behavior will not please the owner, Dobby must punish himself. God! Bad Dobby! Very good! Bad, bad Dobby!"

He tugged fiercely by his ears.

Um... Felix looks at him, this is also a talent in house elf, this kind of rule loophole can let you catch.

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