Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Dobby, you're free!" Dobby, like the Malfoy family inside the iron gate, showed off his miniature wizard costume--

Before the Malfoys could react, Dobby disappeared outside the iron gate of Malfoy Manor as a Displacement Apparition, leaving only the stunned Malfoy trio standing inside the iron gate staring blankly at the sky. An empty space with nothing.

Dobby took everything, not just the wizard hat and robe, but the box and the pale black wrapper on the outside of the box—

At the same time, in the banquet hall of Hogwarts, Tierra silently stretched out his hand to the glass of fruit wine that belonged to Professor McGonagall.

The moment Dobby opened the package, Tiera felt it.

In addition to putting a suit of clothes made from his shed skin inside the package, Tiera also put a letter:

"Dear Mr. Dobby, I wish you a Merry Christmas and congratulations on your freedom. I think we had a little misunderstanding before. I look forward to a peaceful exchange with you. If it is convenient, at midnight tonight at Huo Would you like to meet next to the largest weeping willow on the east bank of Gwarz Black Lake?

Respect to you, Tiera. "

Tiera smeared the letter with the clothes made of her own human skin, so he was sure that Dobby could see it.

Tiera picked up Professor McGonagall's glass and took a sip of fruit wine—

"It's not good to drink secretly at such a young age." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh... yes, school, principal, Mr. principal." Tiera blushed and stammered, "I, I already, regret it a little, I, I want to go back early, go back to the dormitory to sleep for a while. I'm so sleepy right now."

Tiera stood up and prepared to leave—

"Oh, don't be so troublesome, since you've learned your lesson, it's not impossible for me to help you—"

Saying that, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved at Tiera.

Tiera only felt an aura gushing out from the sky-

Tiera instantly woke up a lot.

"Okay, sit down and continue enjoying the banquet." Dumbledore patted Tiera's buttocks and said.

Tiera had to sit back angrily.

The banquet continued, but Dumbledore did not try again after that.

The banquet was held until half past nine in the evening.

Only then did Tiera return to Gryffindor's bedroom with Harry.

"This, this is... what?" Harry asked inarticulately when he returned to the bedroom when Tiera brought a bowl of soup.

"Suspension medicine," Tiera said, then brought the soup to Harry's mouth, "Harry, drink medicine—"

Harry drank it honestly, and within a few seconds, snoring came out of Harry's mouth.

Tiera put Harry on the bed, covered the quilt, turned into a thin piece of clothing, and flew out of the bedroom window.

During the banquet just now, Tiera persuaded Harry to drink a bit of alcohol, and the so-called "sober pill" that Tiera fed Harry was a can of ordinary hot soup with sleeping pills added.

Since the "Heir" was given to Gilderoy Lockhart, the "Heir" could not be made to pretend that he was sleeping on the bed during his absence. In order to prevent the curious and inquisitive Harry from discovering his disappearance, Tiera seldom went out in the middle of the night, if she had to go out——

Tiera will give Harry some sleeping pills like tonight, so that this restless little wizard can sleep until morning.

When Tiera flew to the eastern shore of the Black Lake following the induction between herself and her human skin, she saw a thin figure in the distance, wearing a wizard robe that was a little too wide for her. Step by step on the snow on the ground.

Such simple and ordinary things seem to bring endless happiness to this thin figure.

Dobby had appeared by the Black Lake at Hogwarts two hours ago, just after eight o'clock.

But at that time, Tiera was still stumped by the "Hogwarts Socializing", so Dobby played snow beside Black Lake——

After being free, Dobby felt that everything was so new.

This is not the first time he has seen snow. Dobby used to hate snow, because snow means winter, and winter means cold, which makes his job a lot harder.

Dobby also hated Christmas because Christmas meant more work.

But this is the first time he can step on the snow as he wishes as a free being.

He can pick up the snow, throw it down, pick it up again, and throw it down again.

Or save the snow into a ball and throw it into the black lake.

When Dobby threw the third snowball into the black lake, his big pointy ears seemed to hear something—

Dobby looked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, and in the vast snowy sky, it seemed that something was approaching him.

Dobby nervously threw away the snowball in his hand, and then stood there in an orderly manner, with his hands behind his back——

That thing is approaching—

It was a group of flames emitting a bright light.

The flames stopped in front of Dobby.

The flame turned into a ball of countless worms, and a hand stretched out from the pile of countless worms.

Then came the arms, the face, and the rest of the body.

The worms on the sphere converged and collapsed inward, turning into a gorgeous robe outside Tiera—

Dobby was stunned.

"Hello, Dobby." Tiera slowly floated down from the air, leaned down, and sat cross-legged on the snow opposite Dobby, keeping her head perpendicular to Dobby's head, without joy or sorrow, Without any emotion, he looked directly at Dobby's big eyes.

"Tell me, Lord Tierra... sir?" The habit he had developed over the years still made Dobby bend down involuntarily.

"Raise your head, Dobby, lift your head, and straighten your back!" Tiera said with a slightly serious tone, "You're talking about a free elf, no one, no one can make you bend down again , no one can let you down again!"

"Yes! Mr. Tierra." Dobby was like a child being reprimanded, keeping his body up and his chest raised.

"Why did you save me, sir?" Dobby's big eyes were full of big doubts.

"I'm not saving you~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Dobby, I'm saving every oppressed life." Tiera said earnestly.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Dobby, tell me, do you like freedom?" Tiera asked rhetorically.

"I like it! Dobby likes freedom the most!" Dobby said excitedly.

"What about your companions? Do other house-elves like freedom too?" Tiera asked again.

"Dobby... Dobby doesn't know..."

"Yeah, you don't know." Tiera said lightly, and then suddenly increased her tone: "Why? Dobby, tell me why other house-elves can't be as free as you, why are house-elves even free? Don't dare to have this idea? Why are house-elves who have magic as good as wizards, but can only be enslaved by wizards? Why should house-elves be enslaved and exploited, after they have contributed their poor body , to be stuffed on the wall by their wizard masters? Tell me, Dobby, why?"

At the same time, Tiera silently used "Emotional Whisper", quietly arousing the dark emotions in Dobby's heart.

"Dobby... Dobby doesn't know either." Dobby covered his head in pain—

Those unbearable memories suddenly burst into Dobby's mind—

For the abuses he had suffered, under the orders of his master, he twisted off the head of his dying mother with his own hands and made a specimen——

These cruel memories turned into raging rage.

"Are you willing? Dobby? Are you willing? Are you willing to let those wizards exploit and oppress you, your descendants, your endless descendants?" Tiera's voice sounded timely.

"No! I'm not reconciled!" Dobby roared.