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Chapter 441, Page 439: The Little Elf Who Comes and Goes Freely

"Happy Easter, Harry."

Sheen said.

He handed him something that looked like a mirror, which Harry carefully took.

"what is this?"

he asks.

"Magic hand mirror, you can use it as a telephone."

Sheen spoke slowly, then looked up at the distance, and Harry realized with a start that Lucius was already far away.

"Thank you, Sheen, I will return the favor."

Harry remembered Sheen's words and hurried off.

He clutched his diary, and heard Dobby's agonizing screams go around the corner and fade into the distance.

While doubting whether his plan would work, he quickly took off one shoe, ripped off his sticky, smelly sock, and stuffed the diary inside.

Then, he ran down the dark corridor.

Just as the two people were about to go down the stairs, he caught up with them.

“Mr. Malfoy,” he said breathlessly, stumbling and stopping, “I have something to give you.”

He shoved the smelly sock into Lucius Malfoy's hand.

"What is this—"

Mr. Malfoy ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, and angrily looked at the ruined diary, then at Harry.

“Harry Potter, one day you will suffer the same fate as your parents,”

He whispered,

"They were just nosy fools back then."

Harry didn't react, but inexplicably thought of another meddlesome wizard.

He was taciturn, yet he resolved all the dangerous wizards at Hogwarts.

After Lucius finished speaking, he turned to leave.

"Come here, Dobby. Did you hear me? Hurry up!"

But Dobby didn't move. He held Harry's sticky, smelly sock high in the air, looking at it with excitement as if it were a priceless treasure.

"The master gave Dobby a sock,"

The house-elf exclaimed in surprise,
"The master gave the socks to Dobby."

"what?"

Mr. Malfoy said angrily,
"What did you say?"

Dobby got a sock,

Dobby said in disbelief,

"It was thrown by its owner, Dobby caught it, Dobby—Dobby is free."

Lucius Malfoy stood there, staring at the house-elf. Then he suddenly lunged at Harry.

"You've made me lose my servant, boy!"

With a loud bang, Mr. Malfoy fell backward.

He stumbled and staggered down the stairs, taking three steps at a time, before collapsing in a disheveled state on the platform below.

He struggled to his feet, his face ashen, and drew his wand, but Dobby raised a long, menacing finger.

"You can go now,"

Dobby pointed at Lucius below and said fiercely,
"You are never allowed to touch Harry Potter. You can leave now."

Lucius Malfoy had no other choice.

He glared at them one last time, then wrapped his cloak around himself and disappeared in a hurry.

"Harry Potter has freed Dobby!" the elf squeaked, looking up at Harry, his big eyes lit up by the moonlight streaming in from the nearest window. "Harry Potter has freed Dobby!"

“I didn’t do anything, Dobby. It was mostly Sheehan’s doing,” Harry grinned and said. “But you have to promise me you won’t try to protect me anymore.”

A bright smile suddenly bloomed on the elf's ugly, reddish-brown face, revealing a mouthful of teeth.

It stretched out its arms, hugged Harry's waist, and gave him a tight hug.

"Harry Potter is even greater than anyone knew!"

It sobbed as it spoke.
"Goodbye, Harry Potter!" Dobby let out another loud sob, then fell silent.

Harry watched the spot where it had gone and felt that the elf's magic seemed more powerful than that of the wizards.

They always appear and disappear without a trace at Hogwarts, and anti-Apparition magic seems to have no effect on them.

He turned to look at the corner, where Sheen was directing books to fly out with his finger.

Is Sheen also a fairy?
Harry suddenly realized something.

"Wait... Sheen?!"

He exclaimed.

Sheehan had obtained the book he wanted: "Born Noble: The Wizarding Family Tree," so he commanded the book to fly into the Wizarding Book, which Harry perceived as disappearing.

"Harry?"

he asked softly.

"Where is your... your wand?"

Harry's head was a complete mess.

"A wizard's magic doesn't come from a wand, Harry."

After saying that, Sheen left.

In the minds of most knowledgeable wizards, elves' magic seems to be more powerful than that of many wizards.

They don't need wands, and they can come and go freely in Hogwarts Castle.

But in Sheehan's view, this is a fallacy.

The sprites are not more powerful than the wizards' magic; it is just that casting spells without a wand is inherently more destructive.

But one thing is true: elves, including goblins, can move freely in and out of Hogwarts or the caves designed by Voldemort.

Voldemort looked down on the magic of the house-elves, and Hogwarts was chosen for its convenience.

That's right, the reason is simply for convenience.

Imagine, the elves are responsible for all the wizards' food, helping them carry their luggage from the train, and cleaning their rooms...

It's very inconvenient not having Apparition.

When Hufflepuff found a place for house-elves to live and do chores, Ravenclaw left this "loophole" in Hogwarts Castle.

Even today, more than a dozen centuries later, this loophole has never been exploited by restless wizards.

What's different is that Sheen also knows that this "loophole" can be filled.

Mr. Owl can do this.

But based on Mr. Owl's observations over the centuries, he proudly believes that Hogwarts should have elves who can come and go as they please.

Will.

Sheen called out.

"Yes, esteemed Mr. Green."

Will emerged from the darkness of the night.

"did you find it?"

Sheen asked.

"I have not failed you, sir."

Will puffed out its chest, raised its short arms, and a coffin-shaped box appeared.

It appears enormous, and is a deep black in the moonlight.

Inside lay a wizard remembered only by house-elves, who had no decent helpers when he decided to rebel.

Regulus Black.

He exists almost exclusively in Kreacher's recollections, a final letter, a few fragments, and in the eternally frozen frame of a picture of the wizard at Black's old house.

“You did a great job, Will.”

Sheen said softly.

"I would give my life for your will!"

Will whispered.

(End of this chapter)