A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

When the fourth-grade Ancient Runes class ended, the Weasley twins showed him a square piece of wood about the size of their palm.

"Professor, we can only achieve one-on-one calls at the moment, but it has already achieved the expected results."

The twins each held a square piece of wood and demonstrated to him: "We call it the Couple's Mirror, of course, it's just a temporary name, for the convenience of early promotion. We referenced the design of a two-way mirror, and the material is chestnut wood, which you suggested."

The two pointed at it and said, "Like this, if you want to transmit a message, you need to inject a bit of magic, and the other side will become scorching hot, using the principle of heat nut."

"It's coated with a layer of mithril powder, which, when combined with synchronization magic and polymorphism, can be transformed into different characters."

Fred fiddled with it with his wand, while George pretended to be paying attention in class.

"Oh, a new message." He pulled out his matching couple's mirror from his pocket, almost burning himself, but he still pretended to say, "Let me see who's disturbing my studying?"

“It was Fred!” He channeled a wisp of magic into the chestnut wood chip, and black lettering appeared on its silver plating: ‘Percy is on a date in the abandoned classroom on the second floor.’

George looked up at Fred in surprise: "Really? How come I didn't know?"

Fred chuckled and said, "I stumbled upon it when I went to the bathroom."

After the demonstration, the two handed the couple's mirror to Felix, anxiously awaiting his evaluation.

Felix examined it carefully for a while. "Very good. I didn't even think of the idea of ​​mithril plating." He looked up. "I need to take it back and study it. I'll give you the answer in a day or two."

“Of course, Professor Hyp.”

The twins exchanged a glance, their expressions hesitant, while Felix waited quietly.

"Professor, as you know, we plan to open a joke club in the future..."

Felix nodded.

“I discussed it with George, and you will get 50% of the profits from the joke shop.”

“Fred,” Felix interrupted him, “don’t take my part into consideration; I was just offering some advice.”

“Professor Hyp, George and I are well aware that your help to us has far exceeded the duties of a professor. It’s not just about the couple’s mirror, but also about our other unrealistic ideas. No one has ever encouraged us, not even our parents… George and I are deeply grateful.”

Fred took a deep breath and said very seriously, "This is all we can offer."

George nodded solemnly in agreement.

Felix's gaze shifted between them, and after about a minute, he said noncommittally, "I look forward to your products changing the magical world in the future."

"We definitely will!" the twins said in unison.

……

In the midst of our busy schedules, the first weekend after the Easter holiday arrived.

Quidditch has arrived.

Chapter 152 Quidditch

At 10 a.m., the Quidditch pitch was bustling with noise.

Felix walked into the bustling stadium and stepped onto the nearest spectator platform. Suddenly, a deafening cheer erupted from the stadium as a blurry figure in a bright red robe threw a Quake into the goal.

Commentator Li Jordan said, "Beautiful goal! Gryffindor has won a game back, and Slytherin is currently in the lead at 60 to 30. Their Superbroom has played a huge role."

"I have to give credit to Wood; without him, Gryffindor's score would have been even more lopsided!"

Felix's gaze swept across the audience on the other platforms, and soon he spotted a platinum-haired middle-aged man, Lucius Malfoy, on the Slytherin Mats, which was painted with green patterns.

Beside him stood a timid little house-elf.

Lucius's gaze was fixed on his son, Draco Malfoy, who was currently entangled with Harry. Taking advantage of his superior speed, he made a showy stop in mid-air, turned around, and said, "Your reaction time is a bit slow, Scarhead?"

Harry held his breath, verbally ignoring Draco, his eyes constantly darting around. Whether it was the Easter holidays or the past week, whenever there was a spare moment, Wood would make them do crazy extra practice.

"We are at the pinnacle of history!" Wood encouraged the players before the game.

Harry agreed. This was their closest chance to win the championship. He climbed higher and higher, sometimes turning, sometimes spinning, sometimes plummeting, sometimes spiraling upwards, and sometimes meandering east and west, taking a zigzag route.

Draco followed closely behind him, but he didn't have time to provoke Harry.

The intense chase lasted for two or three minutes, until even Harry felt dizzy and had to stop.

Soon after, Slytherin scored another goal.

Harry couldn't help but feel anxious. According to the three tactics Wood had devised before the match, the ideal scenario was that he could catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and not give Slytherin the opportunity to extend their lead.

Slytherin's strategy was the opposite: to stall for time. Once the match lasted two or three hours and their stamina was low, they would dominate the battlefield with their broomstick advantage.

This is also why Draco kept harassing Harry.

On the high platform, Felix calmly read the game. Under the effects of accelerated thinking and the Extrasensory Charm, he was extremely sensitive, able to detect even the slightest change in the wind or cloud on the field.

The previously blurry shadows became clear, and he could even see the fleeting expressions on the team members' faces.

He included the fourteen players on the field in his calculations, and Felix tried to predict their trajectories.

It's like engaging in a high-quality duel.

This was the first time he experienced the charm of Quidditch, although his reasons were different from others.

"Indeed, one shouldn't be too stubborn," Felix thought to himself.

When the score settled at 110:60, a blurry golden shadow flashed across Harry's eye, and at the same time, Felix's gaze also fixed on this small figure.

Harry had a trick up his sleeve. He deliberately flew in the opposite direction, and Draco, as expected, followed. Just as he was about to turn around and laugh at Potter again, he found that Harry had already disappeared from sight.

"He's under the platform!" a Slytherin player shouted at him.

Li Qiaodan also noticed this scene: "Look! Harry has fooled Malfoy, he's chasing the Golden Snitch! We can't see him, Harry must be in the shelf!"

The stadium fell silent; everyone held their breath.

Even the players on both sides were suspended in mid-air, waiting for the result.

Wood, who was guarding the goal, shouted angrily: "Don't stop, Angelina, Katie, keep attacking!"

However, just a dozen seconds later, before they could even organize their next attack, Harry burst out with the Golden Snitch in his hand, circling the pitch and receiving cheers from the crowd.

"A brilliant moment! Harry caught the Snitch, the match is over! Gryffindor wins, final score Lucius Malfoy stood up, raised his head expressionlessly, kicked Dobby away, and walked off the platform."

After a short wait, Felix also stood up and followed from a distance. Lucius stopped at the edge of the field, waiting for Draco to appear. Small groups of young wizards walked out of the field one after another, enthusiastically discussing the game.

Felix touched his body with his wand, and his blue robe gradually faded until it blended into the environment.

He brushed past Lucius.

As Harry walked off the pitch surrounded by Gryffindor, he caught a glimpse of Lucius scolding Draco, who was looking at him with a pained expression and saying nothing.

This made him even happier, and although there were still a few games to go, he believed that Gryffindor would eventually lift the Quidditch Cup.

After walking a short distance, Harry suddenly noticed the house-elf beside Lucius.

His eyes widened instantly. "It's Dobby!"

He's a house-elf of the Malfoys?!

Harry stared at Dobby in disbelief. Dobby noticed his gaze, looked over with his tennis ball-sized eyes, and waved at Harry.

But Lucius had already finished scolding his son and strode away, the elf following closely behind. Before disappearing completely, he gave Harry a pitiful look.

……

Evening, in the auditorium.

"What did you say! Dobby is from the Malfoy family?" Ron stared at Harry in astonishment, the chicken leg in his hand dangling in mid-air.

"Shh! Keep your voice down," Harry looked around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered to Ron and Hermione, "I saw it with my own eyes, right as they came out of the pitch."

Hermione cautiously asked, "Harry, what do you think? Is this all a Malfoy conspiracy, or Dobby's doing all by himself?"

Harry wasn't sure either; he could sense Dobby's respect for him, but he couldn't ignore the long-standing traditions of house-elves.

After leaving the auditorium, they walked in the garden, engaging in a heated discussion.

“I think Dobby can be trusted, Harry,” Hermione analyzed. “The danger he’s referring to is the Chamber of Secrets, which we’ve discussed. If it’s all part of Malfoy’s scheme, he wouldn’t have bothered to add anything more.”

Harry also leaned towards this view, while Ron's opinion was more neutral: "While you have a point, I've never heard of a house-elf disobeying its master's orders."

During the spellbook lesson that evening, Hermione asked a question: "Do house-elves disobey their masters' orders?"

Professor Hyp's answer was meaningful: "Generally speaking, no. But a contract cannot bind a free will."

Chapter 153 The Truth Brought by Dobby

That night, Harry tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep despite the sound of his roommates snoring.

He was still thinking about what had happened during the day—whether it was the big win against Slytherin or seeing his arch-rival Draco Malfoy being scolded by his father—it all made him very happy.

But a sudden wave of loneliness washed over him, and he also wanted to experience what it was like to be scolded by his parents.

Everyone else was looking forward to summer vacation, but he was the only one resisting it. He even considered staying to keep Hagrid company, or perhaps going to the Burrow would be nice too.

"Harry Potter!"

A barely audible call rang out. Harry recognized the voice; he quickly put on his glasses and looked at the small, thin figure standing in the doorway.

He has huge brown eyes and a nose that is shaped and sized like a big tomato.

"Dobby, Dobby, it really is you!"

Harry glanced quickly around; they were all fast asleep, even Ron's pet grey fat rat, Scabbers, was comfortably sleeping on its owner's pillow.

He gently lifted the covers, climbed out of bed, looked at the magic wand on the bedside table, hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up.

"Fluorescent flashing".

Harry led Dobby to the common room, where there was only dim light. He chose a cushioned chair to sit down.

"Please sit down, Dobby. You have something to say to me, don't you?"

As he got closer, he noticed that Dobby had changed his clothes—no, he hadn't; it was still the same old pillowcase, but the elf had somehow added two sleeves and something that looked like trouser legs.

“You shouldn’t be wearing new clothes! Dobby, you, you…” He pointed at Dobby, unable to speak. He had learned from Ron that house-elves couldn’t wear normal human clothes; there was only one possibility…

"Yes, Mr. Potter, Dobby, Dobby is free!" the little elf cried out joyfully, his big eyes brimming with tears.

“Oh no, I mean, congratulations, Dobby,” Harry said. “But you were with Lucius Malfoy during the day.”

"Dobby didn't know either. Maybe his little master's failure during the day made him feel bad, and when he went home at night, he scolded Dobby severely... Dobby was used to it, but he didn't expect that his master would actually want to kick him out!"