Under Felix's gaze, a large amount of black ink suddenly oozed out of the diary and fell to the ground drippingly, and the floor was corroded with black smoke.

"Clean up!" The ink trace disappeared.

The diary was completely destroyed.

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

But under his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes, and the fire only burned a hole as big as a fist in the diary - for Felix, its wreckage was useful.

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

With the power of the 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 that his master brought the Dark King's relics to Hogwarts by Ginny Weasley's hand, he was deeply worried about Harry Potter, the benefactor of the domestic elf clan, which made him act privately again and again.

Including but not limited to intercepting Harry Potter's letters, blocking Harry from getting on the train, controlling the roaming ball at Quidditch Stadium and injuring Harry...

Of course, it also includes today's attempt to sneak into the office and steal the diary while taking advantage of Felix's opportunity to attend class.

The potion's effect has almost subsided, and the elf's eyelids are pounding and can wake up at any time.

Dobby slowly opened her eyes.

He dragged his slender body up from the ground, spread his slender palms and observed repeatedly, with a confused expression on his face.

"Where is Dobi? Dobi remembered that Dobi went against the owner's wishes and secretly took advantage of the person's 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 the thin fingers, Dobby's big eyes were filled with fear. "Fei, Felix Happ!"

The elf subconsciously was about to escape, and his short body became blurred, but the next second, his body froze.

Felix put down his wand, and his voice of emotion reached Dobby's ears: "Excellent talent, the house elf is really a magical creature, but unfortunately, the magic is too weak."

Dobby's magic is not as strong as a normal adult wizard.

Extraordinary talent and low magic power, this is the characteristic of domestic elves. When Felix was in school, he spent a lot of time studying the weaknesses of various magical creatures, and naturally also included domestic elves.

In a short period of one-on-one, the elves can gain the upper hand in fighting with wizards with their own talents; but if they train for one or two months in a targeted manner, they will be no match for wizards at all.

The panicked elf struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible bondage. But when Felix said a name, Dobby's body suddenly felt like a petrified spell was cast, and it was completely frozen.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Dobby's expression was even more frightened. Felix's words seemed to awaken his body's instinct. He trembled all over: "Baddobi! Baddobi!" He suddenly jumped up, and his body involuntarily wanted to bump into the nearest cabinet.

Felix waved his wand and pulled him in a position opposite him, saying calmly: "Doby, I have no desire for the Dark Lord's relics, and you don't have to worry about what I will do."

"Dobi doesn't believe it!" he screamed, "That's...that's the most evil magical creature, it will affect you and make you as terrifying as the Dark Lord..."

"Bang!"

A ragged diary fell on the small table between the two. It had a big broken hole on it with neat edges, as if it was like this.

Dobi's voice was as if someone had been choked, and he couldn't say a word.

"This is..." Dobby stood up clumsyly, with confusion and confusion on his expression, carefully approaching two steps, then jumped onto the table, half bent down to look at the broken diary carefully.

His eyes were wide open like tennis, "It's incredible! It's hard to imagine... Mr. Harry Potter is safe!" Tears rolled down from his long and sharp nose.

He wiped his tears with the torn pillowcase he was wearing and muttering quietly. But he soon realized something and shouted, "It's bad than it's bad than it is bad!" He looked around for something to punish himself.

Felix shook his head. The house elves had fought with wizards. After they were defeated, they signed an extremely harsh magic contract. After being passed down from generation to generation, obeying the master's orders has become an instinct that has been engraved in the bones.

An example of Dobi's brave enough to break into the territory of a powerful wizard without his master's permission can be regarded as an alternative among the domestic elves.

Felix tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and Dobby felt like he was hit, and he regained his sanity.

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

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

Although Felix had learned about the past, he was still interested in some questions, asking: "I want to know that the diary was once circulating in the hands of three people, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you come and steal the diary while I held it?"

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

Dobby's expression was quite restrained. He hunched over and whispered, "Because you can't, sir. My body is stopping me from doing this. One is the little master, and the other is also a noble status... I can't, I can't..." He screamed.

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

Is the glory of the pure blood family?

So, am I really not pure blood? Or is it that house elf also relies on external information to make judgments?

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

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

This question seemed to scare Dobie, and he sobbed in a low voice.

"Dobi, in order to save Harry Potter, he had to punish himself, hit the wall desperately and burn his hands with a soldering iron..." Speaking of this, the house elf tennis eyes widened, "But it is worth it. For the safety of Mr. Harry Potter... the master did not explicitly prohibit it, and Dobi could do it. Although Dobi's behavior would not be liked by the master, Dobi must punish himself. Oh my God! Bad Dobi! Very bad Dobi! Very bad Dobi!"

He grabbed his ear hard.

Well...Felix looked at him. This is also a talent among the house elf. You can catch such loopholes in the rules.
Chapter completed!