Under Felix's gaze, the diary suddenly oozed a large amount of dark ink, dripping on the floor, and the floor got corroded with bursts of black smoke.
"Scourgify!" The ink disappeared.
The diary also completely destroyed.
Being a Horcrux, it's extremely resistant to regular spells, but it could not resist the blaze of the Fiendfyre. Especially, Felix's Fiendfyre longsword is counted as one of the most destructive magic.
But under his deliberate care, it did not burn it to ashes, and the fire only burned a fist-sized hole in the journal - for Felix, its remnants were still useful.
Felix's eyes fell on the house-elf named Dobby.
With the power of the potion, he almost understood what happened -
As a Malfoy family's slave, Dobby was able to hear a lot of Lucius Malfoy's hidden secrets. When he learned that his master had brought the Dark Lord's relics into Hogwarts through the hands of Ginny Weasley, he was deeply worried about Harry Potter, the House elf's biggest benefactor, which led him to act privately again and again.
This includes, but is not limited to, intercepting Harry Potter's mail, obstructing Harry from getting on the train, controlling the Golden Snitch at the Quidditch pitch to injure Harry ...
Of course, this also includes today's attempt to sneak into his office and steal the diary while Felix was in class.
The effect of the potion almost faded, and the elf's eyelids fluttered, at any moment he is able to wake up.
Dobby slowly opened his eyes.
He dragged his slender body from the ground and opened his slender palms to observe repeatedly, his face has a puzzled look.
"Where is Dobby at? Dobby remembers, Dobby went against his master's wishes and secretly ... took advantage of that man's lecture," he said as he surveyed his surroundings. Soon, his eyes met with Felix, who is sitting on the couch -
He let out a shriek and stumbled back a few steps, grabbing his face with his hands in horror.
Through the gap between his withered fingers, Dobby's large eyes were filled with fear. "Faye, Faye, Felix Hap!"
The elf is subconsciously about to run away, his short body became a blur, but the next second, his body froze.
Felix put down his wand, and his rather emotional voice reached Dobby's ears: "Very excellent talent, the house-elf is really a fantastic creature, but unfortunately, the magic power is too weak."
Dobby's magic power is not even one-tenth of that of a normal adult wizard.
Extraordinary talent, low magic power, this is the characteristic of a house-elf. When Felix was attending school, he dedicated a lot of time to researching the weaknesses of various magical creatures, which naturally included house elf.
One-on-one for a short time, the elf could get the upper hand in a battle with a wizard by virtue of their own talent; but if they meet with a purposefully one or two months trained wizard, they would be no match for that wizard at all.
The panic-stricken elf struggled desperately to get rid of the invisible bindings. But when Felix said a name, Dobby's body suddenly froze as if a Full Body-Bind Curse had been cast on him, completely frozen.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Dobby's expression became even more terrified as Felix's words seemed to awaken his instincts and he trembled: "Bad Dobby!, Bad Dobby!" He suddenly stood up, and his body involuntarily slammed into the nearest cabinet.
Felix waved his wand and hauled him into a position opposite to him, and said calmly, "Dobby, I have no covetous desire for the Dark Lord's relics, and there is no need for you to worry about what I will do."
"Dobby doesn't believe it!" He screamed, "That's ... the vilest of all magic artefacts, and it will affect you and make you as horrible as the Dark Lord ..."
" Pop!"
A tattered diary fell on the small table between the two, it had a large broken hole in it and near edges, as if it had been meant to be that way.
Dobby's voice choked as if someone strangled him, and not a word could come out.
"This..." Dobby clumsily stood up, his expression carrying confusion and disbelief, cautiously moved two steps closer, and then jumped on the table, half bent over to carefully examine the broken diary.
Like a tennis ball-like eyes were wide open, " incredible! Unbelievable ... Mr. Harry Potter is safe!" A teardrop rolled down from his long, pointed nose.
He wiped his tears with the tattered pillowcase he is wearing and kept muttering in a small voice. But he soon realized what is going on and shouted, "Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby!" Looking around for something to try to punish himself.
Felix shook his head. The house-elf had been in a war with wizards and after losing the war signed an extremely harsh magic contract, after generations, obeying their master's orders had become an instinct engraved into their bones.
For example, Dobby dared to trespass on the territory of a powerful wizard without his master's permission, and he is considered an exception among the house elf.
Felix tapped his finger on the sofa arm, and Dobby looked like he had been struck by a hammer as he regained his senses.
"Let's talk it through, Dobby."
Dobby looked at him cautiously, "What do you want to know, the honourable and almighty Mr. Hap?"
Although Felix already understood what had happened, he was still interested in asking some questions, he inquired, "I would like to know, the diary been in the hands of three people, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and me. But why did you choose to come and steal the diary while I had it in my possession?"
Three holders, two minor wizards, and one powerful professor, who would you choose in this? This choice isn't that difficult.
Dobby's expression is rather formal as he hunched over and whispered, "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from taking action, one is my young master, the other is also of a noble status ... I can't, I can't ...'' he let out a scream.
Felix pondered, 'can't touch the young master' is a good reason to understand, but 'Ginny's noble status' what does he mean?
The honour of a pureblood family? ...
So, you mean that I am no longer a pureblood? Or is it that house-elf also relies on information from the outside world to make judgments?
Felix shook his head, he didn't care about the answer to that question.
"Then how did you overcome your instincts to do these things, I assume Lucius Malfoy didn't give you permission to act privately, right?"
The question seemed to stun Dobby, and he whimpered and sobbed.
"Dobby, Dobby had to punish himself by banging his head against the wall and burning his hands with a branding iron ..." said the house-elf with his tennis-big eyes wide, "but it was all Worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter ... and Master did not specifically forbid Dobby, Dobby can do this, although Dobby's behaviour will not please master, Dobby will punish Dobby. Oh! No! Bad Dobby! Very bad, very bad, Dobby!"
He pulled his ears fiercely.
Well ... Felix looked at him, is this also the talent of house-elf? The loophole of such rules can be used by you.
Felix looked at the wall clock, almost twenty minutes had passed, and he is ready to end this conversation for now.