The elf swayed slightly uneasily, his tennis-ball-sized green eyes protruding even more. "Dobby thinks that since Mr. Harry Potter is safe... Dobby has no reason to show up again, especially for himself..."
Felix followed his words and said, "We are just chatting. Who says elves can't have wizard friends?"
"Is it true? Dobby Dobby can be friends with a great wizard like you?" The elf made a praying gesture and leaned forward involuntarily.
"Of course, Dobby."
"This, this is such an honor, Dobby! Dobby is Mr. Hep's friend!" The elf bowed deeply, and his long nose touched the floor.
"Okay, Dobby, let's talk about business. Please sit down."
Dobby sat down on the edge of the sofa. "Do you have anything to ask?"
"Dobby, Lucius Malfoy should not know about the destruction of the diary yet?"
Seeing Dobby's expression quickly collapsed and he was about to hit the wall again, Felix quickly stopped him and said, "In fact, I knew it a long time ago. He knew nothing about the destruction of the diary."
"How did you know?" Dobby asked curiously.
Through your reaction... But Felix replied: "I have my own sources of information."
Dobby had no doubt about this, but nodded in agreement.
Felix continued to ask: "Does Malfoy have any travel plans in the near future? I would like to talk to him alone."
He was ready to block him.
All he needed was a Confusion Charm to make him think that Dobby was not doing his job well, and the punishment would be to 'expel Dobby', which was simple and direct.
For other house-elves, being expelled by their masters was a very sad thing, and they would repeatedly beg for forgiveness. But Dobby was different, he yearned for freedom very much.
As long as Lucius had this behavior, Dobby would definitely leave Malfoy Manor happily.
Of course, all this must be kept secret from Dobby, so as to prevent the obedience instinct engraved in his body from causing him to have strong resistance and lead things in an uncontrollable direction.
But Dobby said awkwardly: "Dobby, Dobby doesn't know the whereabouts of the master, and Dobby shouldn't reveal it..."
Felix had a headache. He couldn't just follow or break into Malfoy Manor, right?
He repeated his old trick and said in a tone full of affirmation: "Dobby, I actually know that Malfoy will come to me without me looking for him..."
"How did Mr. Happ know that the master would come to Hogwarts?" Dobby asked in surprise.
So, he would come to Hogwarts? What would he come for, to find Dumbledore?
"Of course I know, he must come, on that day..." Felix slowed down his voice and said softly.
"Yes, the young master wrote that he would definitely win the Quidditch Cup and defeat Potter, but Dobby thought that this would not happen." The elf said biasedly.
So it was the day of Quidditch, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin?
After getting the information he wanted, Felix calmly changed the subject: "I think so too, Potter has an extraordinary talent in Quidditch."
"That's right!" Dobby responded excitedly: "Mr. Potter is very good, if Dobby hadn't cast a spell on the Bludger..."
His mood became depressed.
"But despite this, I remember that Potter still caught the Golden Snitch." Felix said calmly.
"You are also trying to protect Potter. I suggest you find time to apologize to Potter and make things clear."
...
A new week has begun.
Ancient magic class.
Felix said to the sixth grade students with a smile on his face: "Congratulations, you have completed the learning tasks for this school year ahead of schedule. Excellent results!"
The male and female wizards in the audience applauded.
Their feelings are sincere. The learning progress this year is indeed much faster. Professor Hepp provides a variety of novel and interesting learning methods, such as magic puppets, classroom competitions, answering parchment, magic composition, 'forged' magic notes, and the latest rankings...
The sixth grade is a special period. They have just experienced a whole year of rigorous learning. They have a rich knowledge reserve and do not have to worry about exams. This makes Felix very willing to try various new things in the advanced class.
It turns out that his approach is also very popular. After going through the OWLs exam, they still choose magic. Except for a few one or two students who have no choice, most of them really love ancient magic.
Felix looked at them and said, "There are about three and a half months left before the end of this school year. We will add a new form of class, a practical class."
A practical class of ancient magic runes? This is a new idea.
Before Professor Hepp came, this course had always been regarded as a theoretical course. After he came, everyone realized that magic runes also had many practical uses.
But Professor Hepp himself said that practical magic runes are to "increase students' interest" and will not become the mainstream of the course.
"Professor, do you want to add a part on making magic puppets?" A witch with long curly hair raised her hand and asked.
"Ms. Clearwater, has your magic puppet been repaired?" Felix raised his eyebrows.
"Not yet, professor."
"That's it. The practice I'm talking about is to extract the most vivid and interesting parts from your possible future careers."
The thirty or so students in the classroom looked at each other, and Felix's words touched their knowledge blind spots.
"Take your wands and schoolbags and follow me."
Felix led them to a closed classroom. He tapped the door handle with his finger, and several magic runes appeared from the air with sparks, and then quickly disappeared.
"Click!" The door opened a crack.
"Adding a few magic runes cleverly to the locking spell can effectively resist conventional cracking spells." Felix told them a little trick. "Of course, if it is a brute force crack, there is no way."
He pushed the door open, and the students following closely behind him leaned in to look inside.
The room was pitch black, as if all the light had been swallowed up. They were about to take a closer look when a cold wind blew from inside, making them shudder all over.
When the wind blew, a few crows could be heard faintly.
"Professor, this is..." a wizard asked in fear. Why is this house so creepy?
Could it be a dark wizard's lair across the street?
Professor Hep said calmly, "In 1842, the Ministry of Magic discovered an ancient wizard's secret house in a swamp. Because it was too long ago, the magic was no longer effective and the house appeared on its own."
"At that time, the Ministry of Magic organized a group of people to explore the secret house and its surroundings, and eventually brought back a lot of magic manuscripts."
The students listened quietly, and then they heard Professor Hep say proudly, "I looked up a lot of information and reproduced the scene at that time through descriptions and photos."
"Our practical class is here, I hope you will like it."