Chapter 109: More than
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Under Felix’s gaze, the diary suddenly seeped a large amount of pitch-black ink, which fell to the ground, and the floor was corroded into bursts of black smoke.
"Clean up!" The ink disappeared.
The diary was also completely destroyed.
As a Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to regular spells, but it cannot withstand the burning of fierce fire. In particular, Felix's fiery sword is considered his most destructive magic.
But under his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes. The Fiery Fire Longsword only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary—for Felix, its wreckage was still useful.
Felix’s gaze fell on the house elf named Dobby.
With the help of the potion, he almost understood what happened——
As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby could hear many of Lucius Malfoy’s secrets, when he learned that the master had brought the relics of the Dark Lord into Hogwarts through the hands of Ginny Weasley , He was deeply worried about Harry Potter, the great benefactor of the house elves, which made him act privately again and again to try to protect Harry.
includes, but is not limited to, intercepting Harry Potter's letters, obstructing Harry from getting on the train, controlling a roaming ball in Quidditch Stadium and hurting Harry...
Of course, including today I want to take advantage of Felix’s class opportunity and sneak into the office to steal the diary.
The effect of the potion almost faded, and the elf's eyelids were beating, and he could wake up at any time.
Dobby opened his eyes slowly.
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 that Dobby violated the master's wishes and secretly while that person was in class..." He said, looking at the surrounding environment. Soon, his eyes met Felix 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 filled with fear. "Philip, Philip, Felix Haipu!"
The little elf was about to run away subconsciously, his short body became blurred, but the next second, his body froze.
Felix put down his magic wand, and his emotional voice reached Dobby's ears: "Excellent talent. The house elf is really a magical creature, but unfortunately, the magic is too weak."
Dobby’s magic power is not as good as one-tenth that of a normal adult wizard.
Outstanding talent and low magic power are the characteristics of house elves. 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 use their talents to surprise them and gain the upper hand in the battle with ordinary wizards; but if they are trained for one or two months, they will not be the opponents of wizards at all.
The panicked elf struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible shackles. But when Felix said a name, Dobby's body seemed to have cast a petrification curse, completely frozen.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Dobby's expression became even more horrified. Felix's words seemed to awaken his body's instincts. He trembled all over: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, his body involuntarily about to hit the nearest cabinet. .
Felix waved his 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 dangerous behavior I will do."
"Dobby doesn't believe it!" He screamed: "That's... that's the most evil magical creation. It will affect you and make you as terrifying as a demon who can't name you..."
"Snapped!"
A tattered diary book fell on the small table between the two of them. There was a large broken hole in it and the edges were neat and tidy, as if it was what it was.
Dobby's voice was like being pinched by someone's neck, and he couldn't say a word. After a long time--
"This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly. His expression was confused and puzzled. He approached two steps cautiously, then jumped onto the table, half-bent over and carefully looked at the damaged diary.
The eyes widened like a tennis ball, "It's incredible! It's hard to imagine... 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 muttering quietly. But he quickly realized something and shouted: "Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!" He was looking for something to punish himself.
Felix shook his head. The house elves once had wars with wizards. After the defeat, they signed a very harsh magic contract. After being passed down from generation to generation, obeying the master's orders has become an instinct carved into the bones.
The example of Dobby who dared to enter the territory of a powerful wizard without his master's permission is completely different among the house elves.
Felix tapped his finger on the armrest of the sofa, and Dobby seemed to have been hammered. 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 Mr. Haipu?"
Although Felix had already understood what happened, he was 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 and Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you come to steal the diary while I was holding it ~www.novelhall.com~?"
There are three holders, two are little wizards, one is a powerful professor, who is not good enough to choose him? This is too difficult.
Dobby's expression was rather restrained. He crouched and whispered, "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is the little master, and the other is also noble...I can't, can't..." He let out a scream.
Felix pondered. The reason for ‘you can’t move the little master’ is well understood, but what does ‘the noble Ginny’ mean?
The glory of the pure-blood family...
So, I really am not pure blood? Or do house elves 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 shouldn't allow you to act privately, right?"
This question seemed to scare Dobby, and he sobbed in a low voice.
"Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything in order to save Harry Potter. Dobby has to punish himself by hitting the wall desperately and burning his hands with a soldering iron..." At this point, the house elf tennis stared with big eyes. "It’s all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby can do it if the master doesn’t expressly prohibit it, although Dobby’s behavior will not please the master, and Dobby must be punished." Own. My God! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!"
He tugged his ears fiercely.
唔... Felix looked at him. This is also a talent in house elves. You can catch such loopholes in the rules.
Felix looked at the wall clock on the wall, almost twenty minutes had passed, and he was about to end the conversation temporarily.
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Under Felix’s gaze, the diary suddenly seeped a large amount of pitch-black ink, which fell to the ground, and the floor was corroded into bursts of black smoke.
"Clean up!" The ink disappeared.
The diary was also completely destroyed.
As a Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to regular spells, but it cannot withstand the burning of fierce fire. In particular, Felix's fiery sword is considered his most destructive magic.
But under his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes. The Fiery Fire Longsword only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary—for Felix, its wreckage was still useful.
Felix’s gaze fell on the house elf named Dobby.
With the help of the potion, he almost understood what happened——
As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby could hear many of Lucius Malfoy’s secrets, when he learned that the master had brought the relics of the Dark Lord into Hogwarts through the hands of Ginny Weasley , He was deeply worried about Harry Potter, the great benefactor of the house elves, which made him act privately again and again to try to protect Harry.
includes, but is not limited to, intercepting Harry Potter's letters, obstructing Harry from getting on the train, controlling a roaming ball in Quidditch Stadium and hurting Harry...
Of course, including today I want to take advantage of Felix’s class opportunity and sneak into the office to steal the diary.
The effect of the potion almost faded, and the elf's eyelids were beating, and he could wake up at any time.
Dobby opened his eyes slowly.
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 that Dobby violated the master's wishes and secretly while that person was in class..." He said, looking at the surrounding environment. Soon, his eyes met Felix 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 filled with fear. "Philip, Philip, Felix Haipu!"
The little elf was about to run away subconsciously, his short body became blurred, but the next second, his body froze.
Felix put down his magic wand, and his emotional voice reached Dobby's ears: "Excellent talent. The house elf is really a magical creature, but unfortunately, the magic is too weak."
Dobby’s magic power is not as good as one-tenth that of a normal adult wizard.
Outstanding talent and low magic power are the characteristics of house elves. 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 use their talents to surprise them and gain the upper hand in the battle with ordinary wizards; but if they are trained for one or two months, they will not be the opponents of wizards at all.
The panicked elf struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible shackles. But when Felix said a name, Dobby's body seemed to have cast a petrification curse, completely frozen.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Dobby's expression became even more horrified. Felix's words seemed to awaken his body's instincts. He trembled all over: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, his body involuntarily about to hit the nearest cabinet. .
Felix waved his 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 dangerous behavior I will do."
"Dobby doesn't believe it!" He screamed: "That's... that's the most evil magical creation. It will affect you and make you as terrifying as a demon who can't name you..."
"Snapped!"
A tattered diary book fell on the small table between the two of them. There was a large broken hole in it and the edges were neat and tidy, as if it was what it was.
Dobby's voice was like being pinched by someone's neck, and he couldn't say a word. After a long time--
"This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly. His expression was confused and puzzled. He approached two steps cautiously, then jumped onto the table, half-bent over and carefully looked at the damaged diary.
The eyes widened like a tennis ball, "It's incredible! It's hard to imagine... 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 muttering quietly. But he quickly realized something and shouted: "Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!" He was looking for something to punish himself.
Felix shook his head. The house elves once had wars with wizards. After the defeat, they signed a very harsh magic contract. After being passed down from generation to generation, obeying the master's orders has become an instinct carved into the bones.
The example of Dobby who dared to enter the territory of a powerful wizard without his master's permission is completely different among the house elves.
Felix tapped his finger on the armrest of the sofa, and Dobby seemed to have been hammered. 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 Mr. Haipu?"
Although Felix had already understood what happened, he was 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 and Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you come to steal the diary while I was holding it ~www.novelhall.com~?"
There are three holders, two are little wizards, one is a powerful professor, who is not good enough to choose him? This is too difficult.
Dobby's expression was rather restrained. He crouched and whispered, "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is the little master, and the other is also noble...I can't, can't..." He let out a scream.
Felix pondered. The reason for ‘you can’t move the little master’ is well understood, but what does ‘the noble Ginny’ mean?
The glory of the pure-blood family...
So, I really am not pure blood? Or do house elves 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 shouldn't allow you to act privately, right?"
This question seemed to scare Dobby, and he sobbed in a low voice.
"Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything in order to save Harry Potter. Dobby has to punish himself by hitting the wall desperately and burning his hands with a soldering iron..." At this point, the house elf tennis stared with big eyes. "It’s all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby can do it if the master doesn’t expressly prohibit it, although Dobby’s behavior will not please the master, and Dobby must be punished." Own. My God! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!"
He tugged his ears fiercely.
唔... Felix looked at him. This is also a talent in house elves. You can catch such loopholes in the rules.
Felix looked at the wall clock on the wall, almost twenty minutes had passed, and he was about to end the conversation temporarily.
Under Felix's gaze, the diary suddenly seeped a large amount of pitch-black ink, which fell to the ground, and the floor was corroded into bursts of black smoke. "Clean up!" The ink disappeared.The diary was also completely destroyed.As a Horcrux, it is extremely resistant to regular spells, but it cannot withstand the burning of fierce fire. In particular, Felix's fiery sword is considered his most destructive magic. But under his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes. The Fiery Fire Longsword only burned a fist-sized hole in the diaryfor Felix, its wreckage was still useful. Felix's gaze fell on the house elf named Dobby. With the help of the potion, he almost understood what happenedAs a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby could hear many of Lucius Malfoy's secrets, when he learned that the master had brought the relics of the Dark Lord into Hogwarts through the hands of Ginny Weasley , He was deeply worried about Harry Potter, the great benefactor of the house elves, which made him act privately again and again to try to protect Harry. includes, but is not limited to, intercepting Harry Potter's letters, obstructing Harry from getting on the train, controlling a roaming ball in Quidditch Stadium and hurting Harry... Of course, including today I want to take advantage of Felix's class opportunity and sneak into the office to steal the diary. The effect of the potion almost faded, and the elf's eyelids were beating, and he could wake up at any time. Dobby opened his eyes slowly. 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 that Dobby violated the master's wishes and secretly while that person was in class..." He said, looking at the surrounding environment. Soon, his eyes met Felix 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 filled with fear. "Philip, Philip, Felix Haipu!" The little elf was about to run away subconsciously, his short body became blurred, but the next second, his body froze. Felix put down his magic wand, and his emotional voice reached Dobby's ears: "Excellent talent. The house elf is really a magical creature, but unfortunately, the magic is too weak." Dobby's magic power is not as good as one-tenth that of a normal adult wizard. Outstanding talent and low magic power are the characteristics of house elves. 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 use their talents to surprise them and gain the upper hand in the battle with ordinary wizards; but if they are trained for one or two months, they will not be the opponents of wizards at all. The panicked elf struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible shackles. But when Felix said a name, Dobby's body seemed to have cast a petrification curse, completely frozen. "Lucius Malfoy."Dobby's expression became even more horrified. Felix's words seemed to awaken his body's instincts. He trembled all over: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, his body involuntarily about to hit the nearest cabinet. . Felix waved his 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 dangerous behavior I will do." "Dobby doesn't believe it!" He screamed: "That's... that's the most evil magical creation. It will affect you and make you as terrifying as a demon who can't name you..." "Snapped!" A tattered diary book fell on the small table between the two of them. There was a large broken hole in it and the edges were neat and tidy, as if it was what it was. Dobby's voice was like being pinched by someone's neck, and he couldn't say a word. After a long time-- "This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly. His expression was confused and puzzled. He approached two steps cautiously, then jumped onto the table, half-bent over and carefully looked at the damaged diary. The eyes widened like a tennis ball, "It's incredible! It's hard to imagine... 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 muttering quietly. But he quickly realized something and shouted: "Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!" He was looking for something to punish himself. Felix shook his head. The house elves once had wars with wizards. After the defeat, they signed a very harsh magic contract. After being passed down from generation to generation, obeying the master's orders has become an instinct carved into the bones. The example of Dobby who dared to enter the territory of a powerful wizard without his master's permission is completely different among the house elves. Felix tapped his finger on the armrest of the sofa, and Dobby seemed to have been hammered. 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 Mr. Haipu?"Although Felix had already understood what happened, he was 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 and Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you come to steal the diary while I was holding it ~www.novelhall.com~?" There are three holders, two are little wizards, one is a powerful professor, who is not good enough to choose him? This is too difficult.Dobby's expression was rather restrained. He crouched and whispered, "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is the little master, and the other is also noble...I can't, can't..." He let out a scream. Felix pondered. The reason for you can't move the little master' is well understood, but what does the noble Ginny' mean? The glory of the pure-blood family... So, I really am not pure blood? Or do house elves 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 shouldn't allow you to act privately, right?" This question seemed to scare Dobby, and he sobbed in a low voice."Dobby, Dobby is willing to do anything in order to save Harry Potter. Dobby has to punish himself by hitting the wall desperately and burning his hands with a soldering iron..." At this point, the house elf tennis stared with big eyes. "It's all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby can do it if the master doesn't expressly prohibit it, although Dobby's behavior will not please the master, and Dobby must be punished." Own. My God! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!" He tugged his ears fiercely.... Felix looked at him. This is also a talent in house elves. You can catch such loopholes in the rules. Felix looked at the wall clock on the wall, almost twenty minutes had passed, and he was about to end the conversation temporarily.
