Chapter 139: The Special Soul in Dobby's Body

The night passed, Dumbledore's hand already had an uneven crystal ball, which shimmered with a faint blue wave, and when Brie held it in his hand, he only felt a slight soul power resonate with him slightly, but it did not go deeper, only touched slightly.

Brie instantly understood the principle of this crystal ball - using soul power to envelop the human body, and if there is a crack, it will be immersed, which is also the method of detection.

Only a soul, intact and unharmed, and if the Imperius curse is appreciated, a bump will appear on the person's soul, which can also cause a crystal ball to react.

"Thank you, Brie, the rest of the professors need a meeting to arrange the rest of the protection until we find the monster, or the murderer."

Professor Sprout smiled softly.

Now in the hall, Brie is holding a crystal ball and letting the little wizards touch it and detect it.

Only under the guidance of the prefect can you leave and go to your dormitory to prepare for a while.

The rest of the professors had already left for Dumbledore's office.

"I remember you didn't have a class this morning, and you were going to help me take care of the mandrake for a while?" Professor Sprout said, but Brie shook his head helplessly after thinking about it.

"I'm sorry Professor, I think I'll have to go to the Corner Tower, it's getting cold these days, and the plants in the flower garden need to give them some protection."

Of course, this is just Brie's excuse, Brie wants to go to the corner tower to study the house-elf he caught on the Quidditch pitch before, thinking that the materials he boiled have been successful, now he only needs to take apart the house-elf and understand its soul to know why this house-elf is so strange.

This guy had been Harry the main one when Brie was tormenting him before, but it was clear that he had another owner.

A house-elf who violates the blood of a slave, very interesting.

After helping Professor Sprout test all the little wizards, Brie went to the corner tower, and for Brie, Professor Sprout was also relieved, most of the professors understood that Brie's strength was beyond their imagination, and if Brie was killed, then it would be useless for them to follow.

"Brie, didn't you say you would go to the school hospital with me?"

Tom followed Brie upstairs after being tested with a crystal ball that was useless to him, he had a Lockhart class today, but such a class didn't need a book at all.

Britton stopped and quickly said, "Then let's go to the school hospital first." ”

What the hell is that petrification?

Snake?

"I read in the book that Medusa is the queen of the Serpent Clan, and she has the power of petrification, but Medusa is wise, and I don't think she would be so stupid to come all the way to Hogwarts to make trouble."

"Unless she's controlled."

But this is impossible, Medusa's strength is strong, and there is a group of snake guards guarding it, no one can approach it at all, even Dumbledore needs to be cautious when treating it.

Tom looked down and smiled, casually.

"Maybe it's another creature, but it's just accidentally petrified."

Accidentally.

Brie rubbed her eyebrows.

"If it was an accident, I'm sure it was a basilisk, which seems to make more sense."

"Huh?" Hearing Brie's words, Tom was momentarily stunned, he just said casually, how could Brie guess it.

Just when Tom was stunned, Brie said, "Maybe I haven't said it, I can understand snake language, but only to understand it, and I still need to learn some difficult snake language." ”

"And I heard the snake at Hogwarts, and it was indeed seeking to kill, and I thought it was going to eat rats."

Tom laughed.

It's nothing if the basilisk was discovered by Brie, now for Tom, the basilisk is already a character that must be sacrificed, the souls of three people are enough for him to resurrect, now he only needs to slowly swallow Azar's soul to be completely resurrected, but this needs to wait, he doesn't want Hazard's body, wait until the holiday and he will be resurrected.

But before that, he had to let Voldemort die at his hands, but luckily, he still had some hidden hands, and now the diary is not in his hands.

Thinking so, Tom said, "Why don't you tell me, don't let anyone else hear." ”

"Those who are clean are self-purifying, and I have the ability to ensure that I get the justice I deserve, so I can naturally say anything."

Brie looked at the front door of the school hospital and stepped forward to push it open, while inside, Madam Pomfrey was packing up the potion.

"Oude?"

"And this familiar gentleman."

Of course I am familiar with it, I just came here a few days ago to treat my waist, and I was also here for a check-up last night.

"Ma'am, I think I can bring him here for a review of his injuries." Brie Dao.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, pulling Tom over.

Tom looked awkward and was examined one by one by Madam Pomfrey with his wand, and soon, Pomfrey said: "You need to be hospitalized for another day, how did you do it, your health is so bad, do you not sleep at night!" ”

Then Madam Pomfrey looked at Brie.

"Do you need to check it too, Ode."

When Brie heard Madam Pomfrey say this, she immediately left Tom here and quickly left.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I have something to do."

……

The sky was as oppressive as the haze, and tiny snowflakes slowly appeared from it, like gray smoke, until they fell on the big tree next to the corner tower, and then the green of the leaves set off the cleanliness they should have.

A cold wind blew, and the plants in the flower beds trembled and slanted, and the leaves of the green apple trees were blown off to the feet of Brie, who had just walked outside the corner tower.

Brie picks up the blade and casts a powerful spell.

"The wind goes against the flow."

The leaves turned into a blue light and spread out, supporting a huge barrier to protect the corner tower, and when the cold wind blows around, they all cut through the corner tower, like a wave of air.

"Christmas Eve is almost here."

Brie didn't shield the snowflakes, except for the cold wind, the plants in the flower garden could survive well, and there couldn't be no danger, otherwise they wouldn't be able to survive when he stopped taking care of them.

Touching the wooden doorknob with some snow, Brie gently pushed it open.

"Squeak..."

"Daddy!"

Nicol immediately picked him up and rubbed himself in Brie's arms.

"Dad, why don't you use a warmth charm on yourself."

"The first snow of the year at Hogwarts, you should always feel it."

As he spoke, Brie cast a powerful thermostatic warmth spell on himself, making Nicol in his arms instantly warm.

"Nicol hasn't learned any other spells yet, he relied on Verr's oil lamp for warmth last night, and I'm going to wait for my dad to come back, but dad said he wouldn't let Nicol out at night."

Rubbing Nicol's little head, Brie also cast a powerful warmth spell on the house, warming up both the first and second floors.

Furl climbed down as well, and asked, "What were you doing last night?" ”

"Someone has been attacked again, Verr, and once again the Imperius Curse has been detected."

Verr frowned.

"What's wrong with Hogwarts, even when there was chaos thousands of years ago, there was no such situation, I remember that Hogwarts has its own set of protective magic, wouldn't the Headmaster use it?"

"You know, Hogwarts was built by Lady Ravenclaw on the basis of the War Castle."

Verne spat out lamp oil in confusion.

"Nicol, don't go out for the next few days, wait for the matter to be resolved."

Letting the unhappy Nicol go, Brie pulled out the shrunken house-elf from a rolled-up four-leaf clover blade from the windowsill on the first floor.

"Dobby, thank you for your contribution to alchemy, and by the way, don't make a move on Ode."

Placing Dobby on the workbench, Brie carefully applied the potion that was boiling on Dobby's heart, and then used the potion to condense the magic into a knife, carefully slicing open Dobby's chest.

Unclear to many, the power to control the house-elves is not in the brain, but in the heart, where the blood supply is and where the slave contract comes into effect.

The souls of house-elves also exist here.

Cutting open a bite of the heart, Brie could clearly feel the soul contained within, constantly struggling, this heart was a Horcrux, a real Horcrux.

"Though immortal, he became a slave to madness forever."

When each house-elf dies, its heart will reappear underground near the owner's house, once again giving birth to the house-elf who eliminates all negativity, and will never change unless the contract owner changes.

Brie closed his eyes and felt the anomaly of the souls, and he was surprised for a moment when he found that the souls were pieces stitched together, which was much more cruel than Voldemort.

Immediately, Brie also discovered that the order of these souls was very strange.

"This is a master-servant contract, so it is, the contract placed with the soul will either die completely, or you can only become a slave forever..."

"But this house-elf named Dobby is a little different."

Brie soon notices a strange shard at the heart of the contract.

"This is a fragment of a human soul, whose one?"

The shard was placed in an absolutely important position, absorbing the power of the rest of the shards to survive, making it impossible for Brie to touch easily, and if he was not careful, Dobby would die instantly.

"Why is it something like Draco?"

Brie studied for a while, but found nothing, and had to open his eyes, and all he could see was a faint wave of magic on the bloody heart, transmitting pain.

Brie opened his psychic sense, clearly sensing that the magic around him was pitying the house-elf's body, but the magic of the soul contract made the house-elf never be free.

"These are natural creatures, but they can't go back to normal."

This is Brie's verdict on house-elves.

Souls have become like this, maybe only death can make these souls revert to consciousness and reunite with new lifeforms, but unfortunately this is not something Brie can do, not to mention that house-elves will not want to die.

Thousands of years of slavery have changed everything about them, including faith.