As Felix watched, the diary suddenly oozed a lot of black ink, dripping onto the floor, corroding the floor with black smoke.

"Clean it up!" The ink disappeared.

The diary was also completely destroyed.

As a Horcrux, it was extremely resistant to conventional spells, but it could not withstand the burning of Fiendfyre. Especially Felix's Fiendfyre longsword, which was considered his most destructive magic.

But under his deliberate protection, it did not burn to ashes. The Fiendfyre only burned a fist-sized hole in the diary - for Felix, its remains were still useful.

Felix's eyes fell on the house-elf named Dobby.

With the help of the potion, he almost understood what happened.

As a servant of the Malfoy family, Dobby could hear a lot of Lucius Malfoy's secrets. When he learned that his master brought the Dark Lord's relics into Hogwarts through Ginny Weasley, he was deeply worried about Harry Potter, the great benefactor of the house elves, which made him act privately again and again.

Including but not limited to intercepting Harry Potter's letters, preventing Harry from getting on the train, controlling the bludger on the Quidditch field to injure Harry...

Of course, it also includes today's attempt to sneak into the office and steal the diary while Felix was in class.

The effect of the potion almost faded, and the elf's eyelids were twitching, ready to wake up at any time.

Dobby slowly opened his eyes.

He dragged his slender body to get up from the ground, opened his slender palms and observed repeatedly, with a confused look on his face.

"Where is Dobby? Dobby remembered that Dobby went against his master's wishes and took advantage of that person's class to secretly..." He said while looking around. Soon, his eyes met with Felix who was sitting on the sofa.

He let out a scream, stumbled back a few steps, and grabbed his face in fear.

Through the gaps between his skinny fingers, Dobby's big eyes were filled with fear. "F, F, Felix Hep!"

The elf subconsciously wanted to run away, and his short body became a blur, but the next second, his body froze.

Felix put down his wand, and his emotional voice reached Dobby's ears: "Excellent talent, house elves are really magical creatures, but unfortunately, their 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 house elves. When Felix was in school, he spent a lot of time studying the weaknesses of various magical creatures, naturally including house elves.

In a short one-on-one battle, the elves can rely on their own talents to gain the upper hand in the battle with wizards; but if they are trained specifically for a month or two, they will be no match for wizards at all.

The panicked elves struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the invisible restraints. But when Felix said a name, Dobby's body suddenly froze completely as if he had been cast a petrification spell.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Dobby's expression became even more terrified. Felix's words seemed to awaken his body's instincts. He trembled all over: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He suddenly jumped up, and his body involuntarily wanted to hit the nearest cabinet.

Felix waved his wand, pulled him to the position opposite him, and said calmly: "Dobby, I have no desire for the Dark Lord's relics, and you don't have to worry about what I will do."

"Dobby doesn't believe it!" He screamed, "That is... that is the most evil magical creation, it will affect you and make you as terrible as the Dark Lord..."

"Bang!"

A tattered diary fell on the small table between the two of them. There was a big broken hole on it, and the edges were neat, as if it was originally like this.

Dobby's voice was as if someone was strangling his neck, and he couldn't say a word.

"This is..." Dobby stood up awkwardly, his expression was confused and puzzled, he took two steps closer cautiously, and then jumped onto the table, half bent over and looked at the damaged diary carefully.

His eyes, like tennis balls, were wide open, "It's incredible! It's unimaginable... Mr. Harry Potter is safe!" Tears rolled down his pointed long nose.

He wiped his tears with the tattered pillowcase he was wearing, mumbling softly. But he soon realized something and shouted, "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!" He looked around for something to punish himself.

Felix shook his head. House elves had fought a war with wizards. After the defeat, they signed an extremely harsh magic contract. After being passed down from generation to generation, obeying the orders of their masters has become an instinct engraved in their bones. Dobby, who

dared to trespass into the territory of a powerful wizard without the permission of his master, was completely an outlier among house elves.

Felix tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers. Dobby seemed to have been hit by a hammer and he regained his sanity.

"Let's have a good chat, Dobby."

Dobby looked at him cautiously, "What do you want to know, the honorable and powerful Mr. Hep?"

Although Felix already knew what happened, he was still interested in some questions. He asked, "I want to know, the diary has been circulated in the hands of three people, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and myself. But why did you come to steal the diary when I had it?" Among the three

holders, two are young wizards and one is a powerful professor. Who else should I choose? This is too difficult.

Dobby's expression was quite restrained. He hunched his body and whispered, "Because I can't, sir. My body is preventing me from doing this. One is the little master, and the other is also of noble status... I can't, I can't..." He screamed.

Felix pondered, the reason of 'can't touch the little master' is easy to understand, but what does 'the noble Ginny' mean?

The glory of a pure-blood family...

So, I'm really not a pure-blood? Or do house elves also rely on external information to make judgments?

Felix shook his head. He didn't care about the answer to this question.

"How did you overcome your body's instincts and do these things? Lucius Malfoy didn't allow you to act on your own, did he?"

This question seemed to scare Dobby, and he sobbed softly.

"Dobby, Dobby had to punish himself in order to save Harry Potter. He banged his head against the wall and burned his hands with a soldering iron..." At this point, the house-elf's tennis-ball-sized eyes widened, "But it's all worth it, for the safety of Mr. Harry Potter... Dobby can do anything that the master doesn't explicitly prohibit, even though Dobby's behavior won't please the master, and Dobby must punish himself. Oh my God! Bad Dobby! Very bad Dobby!"

He pinched his ears fiercely.

Hmm... Felix looked at him. This is also a talent among the house-elves. He can even catch loopholes in the rules.

Felix looked at the wall clock. Almost twenty minutes had passed. He was ready to end this conversation temporarily.