A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Under Felix's gaze, a large amount of pitch-black ink suddenly oozes out of the diary, ticking to the ground, and the floor corrodes and emits bursts of black smoke.

"Clean up!" The ink was gone.

The diary was also completely destroyed.

As a Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to conventional spells, but it cannot withstand the burning of fiery fire. In particular, Felix's fiery long sword can be regarded as his most destructive magic.

But under his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes, and the fiery long sword only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary—for Felix, its wreckage was still useful.

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

With the power of the potion, he almost understood what had happened—

As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby could hear a lot of Lucius Malfoy's secrets, when he learned that his master brought the Dark Lord's relics into Hogwarts through the hand of Ginny Weasley , He is deeply worried about Harry Potter, the great benefactor of the house-elf family, which makes him secretly act again and again to try to protect Harry.

Including but not limited to intercepting Harry Potter's letters, preventing Harry from getting on the train, controlling the Bludger at the Quidditch pitch and hurting Harry...

Of course, he also wanted to take advantage of Felix's class today to sneak into the office and steal the diary.

The effect of the potion had almost subsided, and the elf's eyelids were beating, and he could wake up at any time.

Dobby slowly opened his eyes.

He dragged his slender body up from the ground, opened his slender palms to observe repeatedly, with a confused look on his face.

"Where is Dobby? Dobby remembered, Dobby went against his master's wishes and secretly took advantage of that person's class..." 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 covered his face with his hands in horror.

Dobby's big eyes filled with fear through the gaps between his thin fingers. "Phee, Phee, Felix Happ!"

The elf was about to run away subconsciously, his small body became blurred, but the next second, his body froze.

Felix put down his wand, and his rather emotional voice reached Dobby's ears: "Very talented, house elf is really a magical creature, but unfortunately, the magic power is too weak."

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

Extraordinary talent and low magic power are the hallmarks of a house elf. When Felix was in school, he devoted a lot of time to researching the weaknesses of various magical creatures, including house elves.

One-on-one in a short period of time, the elves can take advantage of their own talents by surprise and gain the upper hand in the battle with ordinary wizards; but if they are trained for a month or two, they will not be the opponents of wizards at all.

The panicked elf struggled desperately, trying to break free from the invisible bondage. But when Felix uttered a name, Dobby's body froze completely as if cast a petrification spell.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Dobby's expression became even more frightened. Felix's words seemed to awaken the instinct of his body. He trembled all over: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, and his body couldn't help but slammed into the nearest cabinet. .

Felix waved his wand, dragged him to the position opposite him, and said calmly, "Dobby, I have no desire for the Dark Lord's relic, and you don't have to worry about me doing anything dangerous."

"Dobby doesn't believe it!" he screamed. "That's .

"Snapped!"

A tattered diary fell on the small table between the two, with a large, broken hole in it, with neat edges, as if it were meant to be.

Dobby's voice seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, unable to utter a word. After a long time-

"This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly, with a bewildered and puzzled expression on his face, took two steps cautiously, and then jumped onto the table, half-bently looking at the broken diary carefully.

Tennis-like eyes widened, "It's unbelievable! Unbelievable...Mr. Harry Potter is safe!" Tears rolled down his long pointed nose.

He wiped his tears with the tattered pillowcase he was wearing and kept mumbling. But he soon realized something and shouted, "Bad Dobby! Very bad, bad Dobby!" He looked around for something to punish himself.

Felix shook his head. The house elf had fought a war with a wizard and signed a very harsh magical contract after the defeat. After being passed down from generation to generation, obeying the master's orders has become an instinct carved into his bones.

An example like Dobby who dared to enter the turf of a powerful wizard without the permission of his master is completely different from the house-elves.

Felix tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and Dobby seemed to have been hammered, and he regained his senses.

"Let's have a good chat, Dobby."

Dobby looked at him cautiously. "What do you want to know, noble and powerful Mr. Hepp?"

Although Felix knew what had happened, he was still interested in some questions, asking: "I want to know that the diary was circulated in the hands of three people, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you come and steal the diary while I was holding it?"

There are three holders, two are little wizards, and one is a powerful professor. Who is not good to choose? Have to choose him? This is too difficult.

Dobby's expression was rather restrained. He stooped and said in a low voice, "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is a little master, and the other is noble...I can't, can't..." He let out a scream.

Felix pondered, the reason 'can't touch the little master' is easy to understand, but what does 'the noble Ginny' mean?

The glory of a pure blood family...

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

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

"Then how did you overcome your body's instincts to do these things? Lucius Malfoy shouldn't have allowed you to act on your own, right?"

The question seemed to frighten Dobby, and he sobbed softly.

"Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything to save Harry Potter. Dobby has to punish himself, desperately hitting the wall, scalding his hands with a soldering iron..." Speaking of which, the house elf tennis ball widened his eyes. "But it's all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby can do it without the master's express prohibition, although Dobby's behavior will not please the master, and Dobby must be punished. Himself. Omg! Bad Dobby! Very bad, bad Dobby!"

He tugged hard at his ears.

Hmm... Felix looked at him, this is also the talent of the house-elves, you can catch this kind of loophole in the rules.

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

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