Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Forget it, with this kind of unpredictable attack, we can only passively find clues. Nietzsche pulled off the blanket and looked at the photograph on the wall—in it, Hermione Granger was shyly covering her face under the flash of light, hiding back and forth.

After a long time, he suddenly realized that someone was pulling at the paper under him, as if deliberately trying to wake him up.

Nietzsche never parted with his wand, even when he slept. He immediately drew his wand, aimed it at a dark shadow in the darkness, and chanted a spell in a low and rapid voice. Energy as bright as sunlight surged from the tip of the wand.

“Little thing.” He tucked the lightsaber between the creature’s neck. “Stealing is no good.”

The thing had bat-like ears and eyes the size of tennis balls that bulged outwards. It turned its head curiously, and its slender nose was immediately burned.

“Dobby, sir… the house-elf’s name is Dobby!” It covered its nose, as if startled, and suddenly sat down on the ground. “Dobby isn’t a thief, Dobby came… came to help Harry.”

Dobby's eyes were slightly moist from the burns, but it just sniffed and looked at the other happily.

It didn't care at all about the scar on its nose.

“Mr. Holmes is amazing... Dobby thought Harry Potter was just exaggerating.”

“I don’t believe that coming to my dorm in the middle of the night was to help Harry.” Nietzsche didn’t put down his wand; his face appeared cold in the light. “You’d better watch your head before you give a proper answer.”

Dobby is used to this threat of death; he hears it five times a day at home.

It lay on the ground nonchalantly, using the lightsaber beside its neck to carefully examine the contents of the ground, occasionally using its bandaged fingers to lift its tattered clothes and blow its nose.

He looked pitiful, but Nietzsche did not let his guard down because of it.

"Why do you know my name?" Nietzsche was somewhat exasperated by its fearless attitude.

“Dobby’s master and young master always mention you.” It blinked its eyes and tilted its head, “But Harry Potter is just too disobedient, so Dobby has no choice but to seek help from Mr. Holmes, whom its master hates the most.”

"Malfoy?"

Even someone with a timid mind could know who hates them the most.

“That’s right, Master’s territory is gone. I heard it was taken away by Mr. Holmes.” Dobby nodded vigorously, flapping his two bat ears, looking very happy.

But the next second, it started banging its head against the corner of the bed like a schizophrenic patient.

"Bad Dobby, how can a house-elf be happy just because its owner is unhappy?" Dobby said in horror, "Bad Dobby..."

Nietzsche had heard of house-elves from Quirrell; these creatures were said to have minds no different from humans and possess great abilities, but due to some historical reasons, they were now only used as 'slaves'.

These special slaves could only be passed down through families.

To have one of his family's house-elves develop disloyalties, one can only say: that's typical of Malfoy.

Something special~

"Alright, stop with the nonsense in front of me." Nietzsche moved slightly away and used magic to grab Dobby's head.

The fact that the house-elves could arrive at Hogwarts so quietly shows that their Apparition ability can bypass the school's protection. If they were to actually make a move, Nietzsche believed he would have a very difficult time winning.

So he grabbed the other person's head, ready to strangle it at any moment if things didn't look right.

“Hmm... Mr. Holmes is a very good person too.” Dobby ignored the bloodstains on his forehead and smiled faintly.

In its mind, Nietzsche was not threatening, but rather preventing itself from punishing itself, so it mustered its courage and went closer, and did not resist the magic around its neck.

This unconditional trust actually made Nietzsche feel somewhat ashamed.

"So why doesn't Harry Potter listen?" He sat cross-legged opposite Dobby, with a book under his bottom.

"Dobby had blocked the passageway and had to iron himself, but Mr. Potter drove back to school with Weasley... Dobby was shocked to hear the news and burned his master and mistress's food."

"Why did you stop Harry from coming to school...The Chamber of Secrets!" Nietzsche realized instantly. "You knew about this all along?"

Dobby's head was nodding as fast as a typewriter.

“That’s right, no wonder he’s the Mr. Holmes who makes his master grit his teeth and wail all day long at home.” Dobby slammed his fist on the floor before continuing, “Dobby wants you to send Harry Potter away.”

That's really strange.

Nietzsche, through Dobby's awkward demeanor, saw through his contradictory inner world: on the one hand, he liked Harry Potter and disliked Malfoy; on the other hand, he had to follow the rules.

Finally, he removed the wand from the other person's neck.

"As long as Mr. Holmes agrees, Dobby can do anything without violating his status as a slave!"

“Even at a great cost?” Nietzsche sat on the ground, as tall as Dobby who was standing.

“Mr. Holmes may not know what Harry Potter means to lowly, enslaved people like us… Sir, Dobby’s answer remains the same: everything.” Dobby wept.

It didn't cry when it was burned by the energy of the Illumination Charm and when a lightsaber was held to its head, but now it was sobbing softly and shedding tears.

Even though this little elf, bound in a cage, knew there would be punishment, he still felt happy for Malfoy's defeat.

Dobby's soul was far greater than that of an ordinary wizard.

Chapter 104 The Malfoys are really good at raising their children!

Harry was like a beacon of light to Dobby.

It was the boy's existence that shattered the myth of the Dark Lord's invincibility, and as a result, many house-elves were no longer treated as pests, and their quality of life was greatly improved.

And that's why Dobby was willing to give up everything to help Harry... no, to be precise, it wanted him to live.

“Mr. Holmes…” Dobby’s tear tracks reflected a silvery light in the moonlight that broke through the clouds. “Harry Potter must live. History is repeating itself. Dobby begs you to send him away from here.”

“I cannot do that,” Nietzsche said calmly.

"What...what should we do?" Its eyes widened like two copper bells, and its ears drooped limply. "Harry Potter will definitely believe you; he trusts his friends!"

In order to get Harry out of school, Dobby went to Nietzsche's dormitory for help.

But it was too naive. Putting aside whether Nietzsche would agree to let a strange house-elf suddenly appear at his door, it also seemed to have forgotten one thing—the events in the Chamber of Secrets would not stop because Harry Potter left.

“You still don’t understand, Dobby,” Nietzsche explained, sacrificing his rest time. “Harry would never abandon anyone at Hogwarts and seek refuge alone.”

"Dobby knows, Dobby knows, but right now Harry Potter has to save himself!"

"Tsk... Let me put it this way, since you're willing to go to any lengths to stop and hurt Harry in order to make him leave the school, why can't you help Harry Potter solve the Chamber of Secrets problem?" Nietzsche said with a seductive tone.

What an admirable house-elves!

Nietzsche couldn't wait to remove the shackles from Dobby's body and see him stand up—Lucius Malfoy's expression when he discovered his family's ancestral elf had suddenly turned against him must have been quite amusing.

But Dobby noticed his fanatical gaze and was so frightened that he shrank back.

"This..." Dobby seemed to be thinking seriously, "Dobby cannot betray his master..."

“No, no, no, you did not betray Lucius.” Nietzsche himself sorted out the logic, saying slowly, “Did Lucius give such an order: ‘Dobby, you are not allowed to kill the monster in the secret chamber’?”

“No.” It held its head and shook it seriously. “Master didn’t even know Dobby would protect Harry Potter.”

Perhaps a different house-elf would immediately start cursing Nietzsche, but Dobby wouldn't.

It already harbored hostility towards Malfoy, so Nietzsche was simply following Dobby's logic to find an excuse he wanted.

“Mr. Holmes is indeed very clever!” Dobby’s eyes darted around in the moonlight, and he said in a serious tone, “Dobby doesn’t know what’s in the Chamber of Secrets, and this matter has nothing to do with the person whose name cannot even be mentioned.”

OK OK~

Nietzsche almost clapped his hands in delight.

Lucius Malfoy is truly one of a kind when it comes to raising his servants to this level.

It's not hard to hear Dobby's sarcasm: he doesn't know what monster it is, but it will intervene in a critical moment; and this matter is indeed related to Voldemort... The first Chamber of Secrets was most likely opened by that snake-nosed man.

Dobby wanted to bang his head against the wall a couple more times, simply because he felt incredibly stupid...

Yes, it did so much, even seriously injuring Harry Potter, all to keep him alive. Since the goal is to 'keep Harry alive,' the method can naturally be changed.

"Regarding 'betrayal'... I think the esteemed Mr. Malfoy wouldn't believe that his servants, while out buying groceries, could solve the Chamber of Secrets with a few wizards," Nietzsche said with a smile.

"Dobby hopes Mr. Holmes will resolve this as soon as possible. If Mr. Holmes needs anything, just call Dobby."

The little elf snapped his fingers, and with a cracking sound in the air, Nietzsche was left alone in the dormitory again. But he couldn't sleep at all; he just lazily leaned back and stared blankly at the ceiling.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Harry's reaction completely dispelled his last bit of suspicion.

"Did you see any elves last night?" he asked hastily, lying in his hospital bed before anyone else arrived.

"Which one are you talking about?" Nietzsche asked.

“Who else could it be? It’s… Dobby!” Harry said nervously, clutching his sleeve. “It’s the one that made me miss the train and then used the Bouncing Ball to break my hand. Last night it said it was going to find you.”

Nietzsche found him to be very guilty, seemingly because he had mentioned himself in front of the strange little elf.

Nietzsche didn't show any surprise or other emotions, he just nodded quietly and told the other party that nothing else had happened... But in fact, he was already plotting in his mind how to give Malfoy another hard blow.

As the treatment progressed, bone began to grow in Harry's arm, and now he just needed to wait for it to heal.

Besides the fact that the Gryffindor Seeker has been discharged from the hospital, there is something else that deserves everyone's attention: the Duel Club for all grades is about to begin.

Around the bulletin board in the foyer, a group of prefects were gathered, reading the parchment that Lockhart had just nailed up.

"It starts the night after tomorrow!" Cedric exclaimed excitedly. "Let me see... It says it was suggested by the students... I knew they wouldn't sit idly by when something like this happens at the school!"

Hermione was focused on her journey when she bumped into Percy.

Percy Weasley, as a Gryffindor prefect, should have been happy for Hermione, but his smile was very forced, and he greeted the two of them dryly.

"Hmm...that's good. Everyone really needs to protect themselves." Percy said and left.

"Have I offended him recently?" Hermione sniffed, somewhat displeased.

“If you mean ‘prestige,’ then I have indeed offended you.” Nietzsche, chewing on a licorice stick, looked around idly. “But more than that, I want Harry to learn something.”

Hermione was quite annoyed by this; to be honest, Percy took the rules very seriously.

For example, prefects are supposed to maintain order and stability, but Professor McGonagall only asked Percy to watch over the common room and prevent anyone from sneaking out, while Hermione directly started leading students beyond her rank.

Therefore, she essentially took over Percy's responsibilities... but wasn't he a bit too rigid?

"Come on, what do you want Harry Potter to do now?" Hermione warned. "Don't forget the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets."

“Would I harm him?” Nietzsche thought of Dobby’s appearance and immediately widened his eyes innocently. “I just want to find an opportunity to take you to the Slytherin common room.”

"I understand... So what do you want to do to me?"

The girl crossed her arms, protecting her chest, and cautiously darted away.

The two walked through the courtyard outside the hall and came to a lawn where about twenty students were already standing. Most of them were Muggle wizards, some of whom were even first-year students. They were hiding awkwardly behind the crowd.

In fact, these people were all looking for a place where they could protect themselves... After all, they didn't know who the monster in the secret room would attack next.