Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life."

"Better to be sent home badly wounded than to stay here, sir."

"Dobby just wants Harry Potter to be slightly hurt and sent home."

"Now, at Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, or has probably already happened."

"Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself."

"The secret room has been opened again..."

Dobby froze, horrified.

Then his eyes fell on the cup that Dumbledore had placed on the table.

"what!"

He rushed forward and wanted to pick up the cup and hit himself on the head.

However, Blake, who was prepared, picked him up again.

"No! Let Dobby go... Dobby wants to punish himself!"

"Oh! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Dumbledore said softly, "You should calm down first."

He tapped Dobby's forehead gently.

Dobby's struggling body immediately quieted down.

The eyeballs, which were the size of ping-pong balls, began to close uncontrollably.

Not a moment later.

Dobby fell into a complete sleep.

Dumbledore looked at Black.

"What do you think?"

Blake spread his hands. "Obviously, this is because we blocked the news of the Chamber of Secrets."

"So, this poor house-elf doesn't know that the problem with the Chamber of Secrets has been solved by us."

"So, he still thought Harry Potter was in danger. So..."

"How should I put it? The starting point is good, but it seems that the method adopted is a bit extreme."

"If we let him continue to rescue Harry like this, Harry might be sent away first..."

Dumbledore nodded. "That's right. Moreover, we have blocked the news about the Chamber of Secrets. Therefore, unless the secret is leaked, it is basically impossible for outsiders to know about the Chamber of Secrets."

"Apparently this house-elf named Dobby knew about the Chamber of Secrets before any of us at Hogwarts did," said Black.

"Remember? When Harry started school, the passage was blocked. He had to fly to school in Mr. Weasley's car..."

"I suspect that Dobby was also responsible, because, at this point, no one else has such a motive except him..."

"So, since he knew about this before any of us, then this proves one thing, that is... whoever he works for is the instigator of this secret room incident."

Dumbledore clapped his hands softly. "A very perceptive observation, Black... I thought so as well."

"That is to say, the diary that was stuffed into Ginny's textbook must have come from Dobby's owner."

"Dobby's personal admiration for Harry made him temporarily suppress his awe of his master and try every means to prevent Harry from stepping into danger."

"That's why he punished himself like crazy after revealing the key information."

"So, the key point now is... who is Dobby's master."

"It's a bit difficult to ask a house-elf who his master is."

Black said, "No need to ask, it's Lucius Malfoy."

"Oh?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Why?"

"Ginny told me that Mr. Weasley and Lucius Malfoy had a fight in Flourish and Blotts."

"Harry said that at that time, Ginny's books were scattered all over the floor."

"That would be the best time to sneak an inconspicuous, ordinary diary into Ginny's textbooks."

"Besides, only a pure-blood family like the Malfoys would have servants like house-elves."

"The most important thing is... it's normal for Lucius Malfoy to have Tom's old things at home, isn't it?"

"I heard that he used to have Tom's trust..."

Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed... He spent a lot of money to get rid of the crime."

"Then, can we this time..."

"Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about him..." Dumbledore sighed.

"We have no direct evidence that Malfoy did these things."

"You can't expect a house-elf to accuse his master."

"so……"

Black curled his lips. "We know that he almost caused a river of blood to flow in Hogwarts, but we can't do anything about him?"

This is really fucked up, this is the wizarding world, not the Muggle world.

No matter how tough your mouth is, can it be tougher than truth serum?

But obviously, the Ministry of Magic didn't have the courage to drag Lucius Malfoy to the Ministry of Magic and give him a dose of Veritaserum.

"Although we cannot convict him, there is still a way to make him pay a price."

A hint of smile flashed in Dumbledore's 1.9 eyes.

Blake blinked his eyes. He knew that the sinister old Deng was going to do something bad again.

"Arthur, don't you often have to join a search party to seize cursed objects?"

"I heard that... as long as he receives a report, he can lead the team to take action..."

"Of course, Lucius certainly doesn't have any Muggle items that have been maliciously cursed."

"But... there are always some things that you don't want others to see, right..."

Blake began to applaud.

The locked room incident must be kept secret.

So Arthur Weasley is still very angry.

In this way, Mr. Weasley can vent his anger and make Lucius Malfoy pay a certain price for his actions.

Simply perfect!

"Well... As for Dobby..." Dumbledore looked at Dobby.

"Just let him go back, but before that, you should tell him that we have solved the secret room incident."

"Although this matter is best kept secret, but...if I don't tell him, I'm worried that he will continue to 'rescue' Harry."

Blake nodded, "Okay, I'll have a good chat with him."

The dimensional door opened, Blake stepped in and disappeared into the principal's office.

Dumbledore sighed and turned to get his empty cup.

However, he was shocked to find out.

The cup that had been empty was now filled with a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

Dumbledore smiled and took the hot cocoa.

"Haha, this child... is really attentive."

Chapter 277: Black: Lockhart? I'm afraid I might accidentally kill him...

When Dobby woke up.

What I saw was a blue sky.

And he was lying on a patch of grass.

Dobby shook his head and sat up.

Not far away, a large bird with a dark blue body was looking at him with its head tilted.

Dobby looked around.

I found that this place seemed to be a grassland somewhere.

The blue sky and the endless grassland.

However, there was a door not far away, standing there all alone.

It seems very abrupt.

"Crack!"

Just when Dobby was stunned.

The door was opened.

A little wizard walked in.

"Uh! It's... it's you..."

When Dobby saw Black, he couldn't help but shudder all over.

In his eyes, this little wizard was really terrifying.

Even Professor Dumbledore is not as scary as him!

"woke up?"

"Dobby... Is Dobby going to die?"

Dobby hunched over, trembling, and looked at Black.

"Death? No...why should we kill you?"

Blake had two extra stools.

He put the stool on the grass.

"Please sit down, Dobby. I think we need to talk."

"O... Dobby... please take a seat?"

Dobby looked at Black, and suddenly there was less fear in his eyes.

In his worldview, anyone who can say please to a house-elf is not a bad person.

Dobby felt himself recovering a little.

He barely stood up and climbed onto the high stool in front of him with difficulty.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Uh... Dobby... Dobby no..."

Before Dobby could finish his refusal, he found a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand.

"Dobby... Dobby... wooooooooooo!"

Dobby suddenly burst into tears.

23Bean-sized tears fell down.

His hands were shaking so much that he almost dropped the cup in his hands.

"Why are you crying... How can I talk to you about things when you are like this?"

Blake said helplessly.

In fact, he had quietly explored Dobby's soul while he was unconscious.