Snape shook off his little hand and raised the wand that was pressed against Dobby's forehead.

"Exactly the same."

"What?"

He didn't look at Harry's big, startled eyes and moved his wand to the wound that was almost healed but was roughly torn open.

After three spells, everything including the blood on the worn pillowcase returned to its original state.

"Thank you, Harry Potter." Dobby's two big eyes were moist,

"No wizard has ever cared about Dobby's wounds, only you——" He suddenly sat up and slammed his head against the wall,

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"Damn it Dobby, you shouldn't have cared about Dobby—"

Snape had a cold face, as if he had already guessed that something like this would happen.

The humble house elves are born to serve the noble wizards. This is the mark that is engraved deep into their souls from birth.

What's more, for them, Harry was the true savior who had driven away Voldemort and allowed them to return to normal life.

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Chapter completed!