Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 142, Section 140: The Thief Who Sneaked into the Room

"Speak, sir thief, what is your purpose?"

Dali looked at the other person and said softly, "If you confess honestly, you'll suffer less."

He had barely finished speaking when he heard the other person let out a high-pitched scream.

Dobby isn't a thief; Dobby just wanted to take that dangerous thing.

"Your name is Dobby." Dali straightened up, looking down at the other man. "So, what do you want to take?"

"Dobby can't say!"

"Harry Potter is in danger!"

"The Dursleys are good people; they adopted Potter, the savior. Dobby can't let them down!"

At this point, the other person slammed their head hard on the ground, making a dull thud.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"

Although the word order was slightly distorted, Daddy still managed to understand it.

"Are you doing this to protect Harry?"

"Harry Potter is great; he defeated that person whose name cannot be spoken!"

Voldemort's reputation is so great that he is a taboo figure even in the world of House Pokémon.

After all, he was a crazy guy.

At the height of his power, the killing never ceased.

"Someone wants to harm Harry Potter."

"Hogwarts is dangerous."

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby."

After saying only a few words, Dobby started banging his head against the floor again.

Dudley suddenly remembered the bad luck Harry had recently encountered on his "date".

"You didn't help Harry in your own way, did you?"

"Hogwarts is dangerous; Harry Potter cannot stay here any longer."

Dobby didn't admit it, but saying it was practically the same as admitting it.

The evidence is definitely from this guy.

Let's have a moment of silence for Harry; his misfortune was man-made.

"So, the next question is, was protecting Harry your personal action or your master's idea?" Dudley asked, looking at the other person.

House-elves are very loyal creatures; they will carry out the commands given to them by their owners.

Of course, the person in front of us might be an exception.

"The old master hates Harry Potter, the young master doesn't know, Dobby can't just stand by and watch Harry Potter get into trouble, bad Dobby, bad Dobby."

"So that was your personal behavior?" Dudley said, then changed the subject: "You were the one who ransacked my bedroom before, weren't you?"

"Don't you know that touching a wizard's things is extremely dangerous?"

Thump, thump, thump. Dobby stopped answering and just kept banging his head against the floor.

It's just that house-poms have relatively hard skulls, otherwise they would definitely get a concussion from bumping into things.

That's enough.

Dudley was somewhat annoyed by the other party's self-harming behavior, and knowingly asked, "One last question, who is your master?"

Dobby cannot speak.

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Dobby snapped his fingers again, but this time the magic didn't fail; instead, the transmutation circle beneath his feet was gradually disappearing.

"Dobby is leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Dursley."

It's impossible for ordinary house-elves to break Dudley's defenses. Dudley has tested this with house-elves; there are over a hundred of them in the castle.

The data that Dali Research obtained was also from the kitchen.

Dudley originally believed that adult wizards, who were not skilled in combat, could not defeat house-elves on their own.

However, his conclusion based on his research is incorrect.

House-elves' magic system is indeed different from that of wizards, but their strength is not much greater. Not to mention adult wizards with staffs, even older young wizards may have the ability to defeat them independently.

Are house-elves powerful? To be honest, if we exclude magic that is different from the wizarding system, their power is actually quite average. If we specifically target them, they are far less threatening than the wizards' old nemesis, the goblins.

The only thing that might be useful is teleportation at Hogwarts.

This is evident in the final battle at Hogwarts in the original book. When participating in the battle, they were no different from Muggle cooks, using pots, pans, knives and forks as weapons. A group of elves had to swarm them to subdue a single Death Eater.

But Dobby in front of me was an exception.

Dali became interested.

Any house-elf in the castle would have been utterly unable to escape Dudley's trap.

Dobby should be considered one of the best, or even an elite, among domesticated Pokémon.

It seems that each domesticated Pokémon has different individual values.

"So."

"Pixie".

The Cornish elf appeared before them, and as Dobby snapped his fingers, he snapped his own, blue powder gliding across his fingertips.

To Dobby's surprise, he used magic, but it didn't work.

"It's probably not possible to leave here; you can't use teleportation here."

If a house-elves' magic is specifically targeted, it will greatly reduce their combat power.

Unfortunately, Dali has specifically studied this.

"Pixi's magic is no worse than yours," Dudley stated a fact.

As time went by, Pixie, having evolved once, also displayed amazing talent, and under the influence of taming magic, Pixie's growth rate reached an astonishing level.

Unfortunately, out of so many, there was only one.

The rest are still a bunch of little troublemakers.

Hmm, an enhanced version of troublemakers or a bunch of mischievous imps?

"Let me guess, your name is Dobby, and you're a house-elf. You have two owners in your family, one old and one young."

"So, you're from the Malfoy family."

Dobby looked somewhat at a loss when his magic failed, and his eyes widened even more after hearing Dudley's words.

If you own a house-pokémon, then it must be a pureblood, and there are only a few pureblood families.

Even if Dudley knew nothing, it wouldn't take much time to guess.

Dobby didn't say anything.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"

This time, Dobby banged his head against the cabinet.

Every house-elves and their owners are bound by a contract, and their behavior is subject to the contract until the contract is actively dissolved.

"Then let me guess again. The dangerous thing you're referring to isn't this, is it?"

As Dudley spoke, a step slowly rose from the ground, and a mass of unidentified gelatinous black substance lay quietly on it.

Those were the remains of a diary.

Dobby squealed with delight: "Mr. Dursley has thwarted the old master's plot!"

"Harry Potter is safe!"

"Harry has always been safe."

Dudley added, implying something else: "However, it has become unsafe recently because of certain people."

Harry's first love also ended because of someone's interference. Poor Harry, let's take a moment to mourn. Pfft. That's so tragic.

"It was all the old master's conspiracy."

Dobby didn't understand the hidden meaning in Dudley's words at all.

"Dobby must not speak ill of his master, bad Dobby, bad Dobby."

He was about to bang his head against the wall again, but this time Dali stopped him with his palm.

"Dobby, I can see you're not your average house-elf. You have a strong sense of autonomy. So, do you want freedom?"

"I think we can make a deal."