Dudley shook his head, and they could all hear Malfoy's mistreatment of Dobby, the house-elf, in the house.

Lucius Malfoy's character is really not good, and he takes all his resentment out on Dobby.

Harry slammed to his feet, his brow on his desk and pondering for a moment.

"Professor Dumbledore," he said hurriedly, "may I give that fake journal back to Mr. Malfoy?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said calmly, pushing the fake journal in front of Harry.

Harry bowed to Dumbledore, "Thank you," he grabbed his journal and rushed out of the office. He needed to hurry up now, as Dobby's screams of pain had rounded the corner and gotten farther and farther away......

"It's just the two of us now," Dumbledore propped his head on one hand and a kind smile on his face, and he raised an eyebrow like Dudley from time to time.

Dudley: "━Σ(゚Д゚|||) ━”

Dudley was now terrified, and through this kind cheek, he could vaguely see the cunning beneath it. There is no one around, and Lao Deng should not want to carry out the legendary unspoken rules.

"What do you want to say......" Dudley swallowed, leaning back unnaturally.

"Ahem!" Dumbledore coughed vigorously as if he had choked on water, and he looked at Dudley angrily, one hand tapping on the table.

"I think we need to talk about Horcruxes. ”

"Huh?" Dudley was stunned, his eyes were full of sluggishness, and he asked suspiciously, "What soul?

Dumbledore didn't care about Dudley's stupidity, he smiled meaninglessly, "Then I should say it another way," he pursed his mouth and looked at Dudley's face for a while before he slowly spoke, "With your current magic strength, you can perform Animagus." ”

"Really?" Dudley looked at Dumbledore expectantly, a little delighted, he had always thought that his magic was not enough to sustain the entire transformation process.

"For the average person, yes. ”

Dumbledore's words made the smile on Dudley's face instantly stiffen, and he looked at the wrinkled cheek in front of him, not understanding why Dumbledore would say this.

Dumbledore didn't give an explanation, but said to himself, "Aren't you curious? Why do you have magical powers? Harry has behad strangely since he was a child, and you don't show that you have magical powers, don't you want to know the answer to all this?"

Dudley leaned back in his chair and looked at Dumbledore quietly.

Dumbledore must not have known that Dudley had already crossed by him. Then when Dumbledore said these words, it means that something should have happened to the original owner itself, and it made the original owner have magical powers.

Assuming that such a thing really happened, then he was sure that the original owner's memories had been manipulated and deleted.

In other words, Dumbledore knew these things, so what role did Dumbledore play in this matter.

......

Meanwhile.

Harry was skeptical, he didn't know if the plan he had prepared would work.

He quickly took off one of his shoes, tore off the sticky, smelly sock, sniffed it before reaching his nose, then showed a disgusting expression, and then stretched the hand holding the sock far away.

Holding his breath, he slipped his socks into his diary, then let out a breath of cloudy air and ran quickly down the dark hallway.

Just as the two men were about to descend the stairs, Harry caught up with them.

"Mr. Malfoy," he gasped and staggered, pausing in front of Malfoy, "I'll give you back your stuff, I saw you put this journal in Ginny's cauldron at the Blotted Dots. ”

Harry shoved the journal into Lucius Malfoy's hand.

"Keep your mouth shut," Malfoy said as he gritted his teeth and tapped Harry on the shoulder with his cane, "Don't take it out if there's no evidence." ”

Harry looked up at Malfoy stubbornly.

"Hmph," Malfoy's face sneered, his eyes glancing at the journal in his hand, "what is this......"

He spread out his diary, and a foul smell came to his nose. In a fit of rage, he ripped the sock off his diary and tossed it aside. A pair of eyes were stared at by him, eager to tear Harry to pieces.

"Harry Potter, one day, you're going to suffer the same fate as your parents," he said softly, suppressing his anger, "and they're nosy fools. ”

With that, Malfoy turned and was about to leave.

"Dobby, go. Did you hear me! Hurry up!"

But Dobby didn't move, instead holding up Harry's slimy, smelly sock and looking at it excitedly as if it were a priceless treasure.

"The master gave Dobby a sock," the house-elf Dobby, full of surprise, shouted very sharply with excitement, "The master gave Dobby the sock!"

"What?" Malfoy said annoyedly, "What are you talking about?" and he turned his head to look at Dobby in exasperation.

At this point, Dobby held Harry's socks in front of his face with both hands, "Dobby got the socks, it was the master who threw them, Dobby—free!"

Malfoy stood there dumbfounded, staring at the house-elf. Then he suddenly lunged at Harry.

"You've caused me to lose my servant, boy!"

"You are not allowed to hurt Harry Potter!" shouted Dobby.

There was only a loud thud, and Malfoy fell backwards. He stumbled down the stairs one step at a time, and finally collapsed on the platform below.

He struggled to his feet, his face pale, and drew his wand, but Dobby held up a long, menacing finger.

"You can go!"

Dobby pointed at Malfoy with a very fierce expression, "You are never allowed to touch Harry Potter." ”

Malfoy has nothing to do with Dobby, who has regained his freedom, he only has the last stubbornness.

Harry and Dobby took one last look with a pair of angry eyes, then wrapped their cloaks around their bodies and hurried away.

"Harry Potter freed Dobby!" said the elf in a piercing shriek, looking up at Harry, moonlight streaming in through the nearest window, reflecting his bulging eyes, "Harry Potter set Dobby free!"

"I didn't do anything, Dobby," Harry grinned, "as long as you promise me to stop trying to protect me." ”

A bright smile suddenly bloomed on the elf's ugly brown-red face, revealing a mouth full of teeth, "Harry Potter is even greater than you originally knew!"

"Let's go. ”

Dobby stretched out his arms and hugged Harry's waist tightly, sobbing and saying, "Farewell, Harry Potter!" and he vanished.