"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 165: The Malfoy Family's House-Elf
"How is it you!"
Harry burst into the doorway, his right hand clenched into a fist, glaring daggers at Snape.
Snape didn't bother meeting Harry's eyes. Instead, he let his gaze linger on Harry's left arm, a sneer twisting his lips.
"The famous Potter…" he drawled, voice cold and clipped. "Even your much-vaunted broomstick skills… couldn't save that fragile little body of yours?"
Harry's cheeks flushed scarlet. He ground out his reply through gritted teeth. "I beat Slytherin!"
Wyzett glanced at Harry's hands and finally noticed something odd—Harry's left arm and hand looked boneless, limp as a rubber hose, swaying in the air.
Harry added defensively, "That was Lockhart's… Professor Lockhart's doing!"
"Ah… of course! Completely understandable!" Snape's sneer deepened, a malicious glint in his eyes. "The great Potter always does love this sort of thing…"
"Blaming everyone else… Shall I summon the entire student body to sing 'Amazing Grace' in mourning for your recently departed bones?"
"I beat Slytherin!" Harry insisted, his voice rising.
Snape curled his lip. "And can you beat Ravenclaw, then?"
Harry opened his mouth, but for once, he had no comeback.
Wyzett pressed his lips together and shifted his attention to the swirling black bubble.
Just then, a voice burst out from within the bubble.
"Harry Potter! You must run! You're going to be killed!"
"Dobby?" Harry called out in surprise. "Killed by who? Snape?"
Snape arched an eyebrow. "Disrespecting a professor—five points from Gryffindor."
"I seem to be late…" Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, glancing at Harry. "This house-elf, Dobby, seems to know you rather well?"
"Not at all!" Harry shook his head furiously, his anger flaring. "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have gotten a warning from the Ministry!"
From inside the bubble, Dobby's voice came again, thick with sorrow.
"Dobby is saving Harry Potter! The great savior… Harry Potter… why did you come back to school?"
"Dobby tried so many times to warn Harry Potter… Why didn't you listen? Why, when you missed the train, didn't you just go home?"
"So it was you!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. "Because of you, I had to spend the whole afternoon with Snape!"
Dobby kept muttering, "This was the last resort… Dobby had to do this… Dobby had to burn his own fingers…"
Snape's eyebrows shot up, his voice hissing like a snake. "Disrespecting a professor again—Gryffindor loses anoth—"
"Ahem!" Dumbledore cut in with a pointed cough before Snape could finish. "Harry, ask Dobby why he's doing all this. Is someone planning to harm students at school?"
Harry swallowed his irritation and nodded. "Dobby, tell me! Why are you doing this?"
"Harry Potter knows…" Dobby sounded as if he was weeping, his tone mournful.
"Terrible things have already happened… History is repeating itself… The Chamber has been opened…"
A strange thudding noise sounded from inside the bubble, muffling Dobby's voice. "Dobby can't say! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad Dobby!"
Maybe it was the sound, but Harry's tone softened. "Who's trying to hurt me? Is it Malfoy?"
"Dobby… Malfoy?" Snape interrupted suddenly. "Wyzett, let me see this house-elf."
Wyzett nodded and shrank the bubble a little, revealing Dobby's head.
Dobby was bound by ropes, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth—apparently from bashing his chin against his chest.
"He's Lucius's house-elf. I've seen him a few times," Snape frowned. "But this shouldn't… I'll fetch Draco."
With that, he swept from the office, black robes billowing behind him.
...
"So it really is Malfoy trying to get me hurt!" Harry gasped. "The Bludger attacking me… that was you too, wasn't it? All so Malfoy could win!"
"Harry Potter… please don't question poor Dobby anymore!" Dobby moaned. "I can't say… or I'll have to punish myself…"
Before he could finish, he jerked his head up and slammed his chin down onto his chest.
Wyzett flicked his wand, binding Dobby's head with ropes, tangling them with those already wrapped around his body.
Dobby was nearly mummified before he finally stilled, staring at Wyzett with terror in his eyes.
"So frightening… too frightening! Exactly the same! Completely—"
He didn't finish. He simply fainted away.
"He… actually thinks Wyzett is scary?" Harry muttered, as if he'd just heard the most absurd thing in the world. "Has Malfoy brainwashed him or something?"
Dumbledore waved a hand. "He's a rather special house-elf—his personal will is unusually strong."
Wyzett took advantage of Snape's absence to try something.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, should we try Veritaserum? Even with a strong will, I doubt it'll work."
For magical creatures like house-elves, their master's commands usually came first—Veritaserum was unlikely to have any effect.
"It's a last resort…" Dumbledore mused. "If standard Veritaserum fails, Severus can brew a special batch."
"That would mean adjusting the amount of Jobberknoll feathers…" Wyzett nodded. "And it would need to sit for a month… that's quite a wait."
Listening to their conversation, Harry blurted, "What are you talking about? What's Veritaserum?"
"It's a potion… rather complicated to explain," Wyzett said with a smile. "If you're curious, check Moste Potente Potions, page two hundred thirty-four."
"Moste Potente Potions!" Harry recoiled, taking two steps back.
"Just sit tight for now," Dumbledore said, pulling out a chair. "In a bit, I'll take you to see Madam Pomfrey."
Harry nodded and sat obediently. "Thanks…"
"Headmaster, I could try extracting his memories…" Wyzett offered. "Dobby mentioned the Chamber after all."
"He must know something. If I use the memory extraction spell, it might let us bypass the master's command."
Dumbledore cautioned, "Magical creatures' memories can be chaotic. Extracting them won't be easy."
"I'll try to find a fulcrum," Wyzett said with a reassuring smile. "Consider it practice for breaking Memory Charms in the future."
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