Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

“Ah…of course! I completely understand!” Snape’s sneer deepened, his eyes gleaming with malice. “The great Snape loves this…”

"You like to shift all the blame onto others... Should I call on all the students of Hogwarts to sing 'Amazing Grace' for you, to mourn the bone you just lost?"

Harry emphasized again, "I defeated Slytherin!"

Snape curled his lip and asked coldly, "Then can you beat Ravenclaw?"

Harry opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Vizet pursed her lips and turned her attention to the black bubbles.

Just then, Dobby's voice suddenly came from inside the bubble, "Harry Potter! Run! You'll be killed!"

“Dobby?” Harry exclaimed in surprise. “Who will kill me? Snape?”

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Disrespect for the professor, five points deducted from Gryffindor."

“I seem to be late…” Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, looked at Harry and asked, “This house-elf named Dobby seems to know you quite well?”

“We’re not familiar with each other at all!” Harry shook his head repeatedly, angrily saying, “If it weren’t for him… I wouldn’t have been warned by the Ministry of Magic!”

Dobby spoke again from inside the bubble, his voice filled with sorrow, "Dobby is saving Harry Potter! The great savior... Harry Potter... Why are you at the school?"

Dobby has reminded Harry Potter several times... Why don't you listen to Dobby's warnings? Why won't you go home even though you've missed your train?

"So it was you who did it!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's because of you that I had to spend the whole afternoon with Snape!"

Dobby was still rambling on, "This is the last resort... Why do we have to do this? Dobby had to burn his own fingers..."

Snape raised his eyebrows and hissed like a viper striking its tongue, "Disrespecting the professor again, Gryffindor will be docked another deduction..."

"Ahem!" Before Snape could finish speaking, Dumbledore quickly coughed twice. "Harry, ask Dobby why he did this. Is there anyone who would commit a crime at school?"

Harry suppressed his anger, nodded, and asked, "Dobby, tell me! Why did you do this?"

“Harry Potter knew perfectly well…” Dobby sounded like he was sobbing, his tone somewhat mournful.

“A terrible thing has happened… history is repeating itself… the secret room has been opened…”

A strange clattering sound rang out, and his voice became muffled, “Dobby can’t say these things! Bad Dobby! Very, very bad Dobby!”

Perhaps affected by the sound of the collision, Harry's tone softened, "Who wants to harm me? Was it Malfoy?"

“Dobby… Malfoy?” Snape suddenly spoke up. “Vizet, I want to see what this house-elf looks like.”

Vize nodded, controlling the bubble to shrink it slightly, revealing Dobby's head.

Dobby was restrained by ropes, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, seemingly from hitting his body with his chin.

“He’s Lucius’s house-elf; I’ve seen him a few times.” Snape frowned. “But… he shouldn’t… I’ll go get Draco!”

He left with a single sentence and quickly walked out of the principal's office, his black robe billowing in the wind.

……

"It really was Malfoy who tried to get me!" Harry gasped. "The Running Man attacked me... wasn't that your doing too?! You wanted Malfoy to win!"

“Harry Potter…stop asking poor Dobby!” Dobby groaned. “I can’t say these things…or I’ll have to punish myself…”

Before he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and slammed his chin hard against his chest.

Vizet flicked her wand, then tied Dobby's head with a rope, intertwining it with the rope binding his body.

Dobby was almost bound like a mummy before he finally calmed down and looked at Vizet with terrified eyes.

"Terrible...so terrifying! Exactly the same! Completely identical..." He didn't finish his sentence before collapsing into unconsciousness.

"He... actually thinks Vizette is... scary?" Harry murmured, as if he had heard the most outrageous nonsense in the world. "Has he been brainwashed by Malfoy, and is he out of his mind?"

Dumbledore waved his hand. "He's just an unusual house-elf, with such a strong will."

While Snape was still away, Wizette made some attempts.

He asked tentatively, "Headmaster Dumbledore, should we give him the Truth Potion? Despite my strong will, I feel it's unlikely to work."

Magical creatures like house-elves usually prioritize their owner's commands, which greatly reduces the effectiveness of truth serum.

“This is a last resort…” Dumbledore murmured. “If the regular truth serum doesn’t work, Severus can concoct a special one.”

“Then we might have to adjust the amount of the silent bird feathers we use…” Vizette nodded, “and it’ll need to sit for a month… that’s a long time…”

Hearing Dumbledore and Vizette's conversation, Harry opened his mouth, "What are you talking about? What truth serum?"

“A kind of potion…it’s quite complicated to explain.” Vizette smiled and said, “If you want to know more, you can borrow a book called ‘Powerful Potions’, on page 234.”

“Powerful Potion!” Harry seemed startled and instinctively took two steps back.

"Have a seat for a while!" Dumbledore pulled out a chair. "In a little while, I'll take you to find Bobby."

Harry nodded and sat obediently on the stool. "Thank you..."

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I can try to extract his memories…” Vizzett began, “After all, Dobby mentioned the Chamber of Secrets…”

“He definitely knows something. Using the memory extraction spell can, to some extent, circumvent the master’s orders.”

Dumbledore cautioned, "The memories of magical creatures can be quite chaotic, and extracting them won't be easy."

“I’ll try to find a ‘fulcrum’,” Vizette said with a smile. “It’s also a preparation for…breaking the Oblivion Curse later, isn’t it?”

Chapter 166 The Fear Incarnate as Voldemort

In the corridor, Snape and Draco walked side by side.

Draco had just finished a Quidditch match, and even though Snape had slowed down, he still had to jog to keep up with the pace.

Snape asked sternly, "Did your father tell you anything?"

"Explain what?" Draco asked, puzzled. "Professor Snape... I don't understand what you mean..."

"Before the start of the semester, did I give you any instructions? For example... the escape room?"

“No…Dad never told me any of this…Professor Snape…The Chamber of Secrets really was opened? Those Mudbloods…”

Snape stopped in his tracks and shouted, "Draco Malfoy! Don't say that word! That's my advice to you!"

Draco's cheeks, which had been flushed from jogging, turned deathly pale.

He gasped for breath and stammered, "Professor Snape... I won't do it again..."

Snape resumed his icy tone, “Think carefully…did your father really not say anything? Like telling you to befriend certain people…like last school year?”

“Yes.” Draco nodded honestly. “Dad told me… to get along well with Vizzet. But he said that for safety’s sake, it would be best to only contact her inside Hogwarts Castle.”

Snape frowned slightly, instinctively pressing his left arm. "Contact only inside the castle?"

“Yes!” Draco nodded. “Dad also said… the best thing he ever did was befriend you. He… is very grateful to you…”

"Heh! Don't try to imitate his tricks!" Snape, still with a stern face, gave a couple of half-smiling snorts. "Let's go! Keep up the good work!"

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Vizette took a few steps forward, pressed her wand against Dobby's temple, and closed her eyes.

Harry stared wide-eyed, but couldn't figure it out at all. He could only turn to Dumbledore for help, "Headmaster Dumbledore, is this... the memory-extracting charm?"

“Yes, if you’re interested, you can look in the forbidden section.” Dumbledore nodded, his tone encouraging.

“My memory isn’t as good as Wizette’s. I only remember that the book was called ‘The Brain Like a Moth Pupa,’ but I don’t know which page it was on.”

Harry said dryly, "The forbidden section... isn't so easy to get into."

Dumbledore and Harry exchanged a glance. "Getting an autograph from a professor... shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

"You can learn more about magic. Hermione is a wonderful little witch, she will help you. Work hard!"

"Hmm." Harry felt as if he had been seen through, and nodded slightly stiffly. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I will try my best."

……

Magical creatures like Dobby have relatively simple and direct emotions and thoughts.

Otherwise, Dobby wouldn't have gone to such lengths to save Harry, such as sealing off the platform walls or attacking Harry with a ball, to get Harry home and avoid danger.

The memories of magical creatures are relatively chaotic, like a tangled mess, requiring skill to extract them.

Before encountering Dobby's memories, Wizette had encountered similar memories, so she would be much more adept at dealing with them now.

“Using a ‘fulcrum’ to leverage memories… I don’t know Dobby that well, but he terrifies me… so the ‘fulcrum’ is fear…”

"What other memories terrify Dobby? His way of addressing Harry was peculiar... calling Harry 'the great savior'... So he was also persecuted by Voldemort?"

After some thought, Vizet had an idea in mind—he would make Voldemort the embodiment of fear.

As for Voldemort's image, one can refer to the body he took after leaving Quirrell at the end of last school year.

It was a pale body... with a grotesque and terrifying snake face...

Just as the snake-faced figure appeared, a pattern seemed to flash before Vizette's eyes.

The pattern vanished in an instant, and even he couldn't catch it immediately.

With the help of the fear "fulcrum," Dobby's chaotic memories instantly became clear, fulfilling the conditions for casting the memory extraction spell.

"Transfer memories!" Vizet raised his wand and drew out a relatively thinner silver thread.

"Is this what memory is?" Harry stared wide-eyed at the silver threads, not wanting to miss a single detail.