Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 139 The special soul in Dobby’s body

One night passed, and Dumbledore already had a rugged crystal ball in his hand. It was shining with blue waves. When Bree took it in his hand, he only felt a slight soul power resonate with him. , but not deeply, just a slight touch.

Bree instantly understood the principle of this crystal ball - it uses the power of the soul to cover the human body, and if there is a crack, it will soak in. This is also the method of detection.

Only an intact soul can be safe and sound. If a person is subjected to the Imperius Curse, a bump will appear on the person's soul, which can also cause a reaction in the crystal ball.

"Thank you, Bree. The other professors need to hold a meeting to arrange future protection arrangements until we find the monster or the murderer."

Professor Sprout smiled gently.

Now in the hall, Bree holds a crystal ball and lets each little wizard touch it for testing.

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

The other professors have already gone to Dumbledore's office.

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

"Sorry Professor, I think I have to go to the turret. It's getting cold these days, and the plants in the flowerbed need to be given some protection."

Of course, this is just Bree's excuse. Bree wanted to go to the turret to study the house elf he caught on the Quidditch pitch. It seems that the ingredients he cooked have been successful, and now he only needs to dismantle the house elf. Elf, if you know its soul, you can know why this house elf is so strange.

When Bree tortured him before, this guy had always been dominated by Harry, but it was obvious that it had another owner.

A house elf who goes against the bloodline of a slave is very interesting.

After helping Professor Sprout test all the little wizards, Bree went to the turret. Professor Sprout was also relieved about Bree. Most professors understood that Bree's strength was beyond their imagination. , if Bree is killed, then their professors will not help.

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

After Tom endured the crystal ball test that was useless to him, he followed Bree upstairs. He had a class with Lockhart today, but such a class did not require books at all.

Bree paused and said quickly: "Then let's go to the school hospital first."

What exactly caused those petrifications.

snake?
"I read in the book that Medusa is the queen of the snake tribe. She has the power of petrification, but Medusa is intelligent. I don't think she would be so stupid to come all the way to Hogwarts. Make trouble."

"Unless she is controlled."

But this is impossible. Medusa is powerful and guarded by a group of snake guards. Not everyone can get close to it. Even Dumbledore needs to be cautious when dealing with it.

Tom lowered his head and smiled and said casually.

"Perhaps it was another creature that accidentally caused the petrification."

accident.

Bree rubbed her eyebrows.

"If it was an accident, I'm sure it was caused by a basilisk. This seems to be more clear."

"Huh?" When he heard Bree's words, Tom was stunned for a moment. He just said it casually, but how could Bree guess it.

Just when Tom was stunned, Bree added: "Maybe I didn't say that I can understand snake language, but it is limited to understanding. I still need to learn some difficult snake languages."

"And I heard the sound of a snake at Hogwarts. It was indeed seeking to kill. I thought it was trying to eat rats."

Hearing this, Tom laughed.

It doesn't matter that the basilisk was discovered by Bree. 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. He could be completely resurrected, but that would have to wait. He didn't want Azar's body and he would be resurrected during the holidays.

But before that, he had to let Voldemort die in his hands. Fortunately, he left behind some dark hands, and now the diary is not in his hands.

Thinking like this, Tom said: "Why tell me, don't let other people hear you."

"Those who are clean will be cleansed themselves. I have the ability to ensure that I get the justice I deserve. Naturally, I can say anything."

Bree looked at the school hospital door in front of her, walked forward and pushed it open. Inside, Madam Pomfrey was packing potions.

"Ode?"

"And this familiar gentleman."

Of course I am familiar with it. I just came here for treatment on my waist a few days ago, and I was also here for a checkup last night.

"Ma'am, I think I can bring him in to review his injuries," Bree said.

Madam Pomfrey nodded and pulled Tom over.

Tom looked awkward as Madam Pomfrey used her wand to check him one by one. Soon, Pomfrey said: "You need to be hospitalized for another day. What happened to you? Your health is so bad. Did you not sleep at night?"

Madam Pomfrey then looked at Bree.

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

When Bree heard what Madam Pomfrey said, she immediately left Tom here and left here quickly.

"Sorry ma'am, I still have things to do."

……

The oppressive sky was as dark as haze, and tiny snowflakes slowly appeared from it, like gray smoke, until they fell on the big tree next to the turret, the green leaves highlighted the purity it should have.

A gust of cold wind blew by, causing the plants in the flowerbed to tremble and tilt. The leaves of the green apple tree were blown down and fell at the feet of Bree, who had just walked outside the turret.

Bree picked up the blade and cast a powerful spell.

"The wind turns against the current."

The blades turned into a streak of green light, spread out, and formed a huge barrier to protect the surroundings of the turret. When the surrounding cold wind blew, they passed through the turret one after another, rolling up the waves like air currents.

"Christmas Eve is almost here."

Brie did not shield the snowflakes. Apart from the cold wind, the plants in the flowerbed could survive very well. There was no danger. Otherwise, when he no longer took care of these plants, they would not be able to survive.

Touching the wooden door handle with some snow on it, Bree pushed it open gently.

"squeak…"

"grown ups!"

Nico immediately hugged him and rubbed him in Bree's arms.

"My Lord, why don't you use the Warming Charm on yourself."

"It's the first snow of the year at Hogwarts. You should feel it."

With that said, Brie cast a powerful constant temperature warming spell on herself, making Nico in her arms instantly warm.

"Nico hasn't learned other spells yet. He relied on Ver's oil lamp to keep warm last night. I was ready to wait for the adults to come back, but the adults said they wouldn't let Nico go out at night."

After rubbing Nico's little head, Bree also cast a powerful warming spell on the house, making the first and second floors warm.

Ver also climbed down and asked, "What did you do last night?"

"Another person was attacked, Ver, and the Imperius Curse was detected again."

Ver frowned.

"What's wrong with Hogwarts? Even during the chaos thousands of years ago, there was no such situation. I remember that Hogwarts has its own set of protective magic. Doesn't the principal know how to use it?"

"You must know that Hogwarts was built by Ms. Ravenclaw with the War Castle as a blueprint."

Faner spat out lamp oil in confusion.

"Nico, don't go out for the next few days until the matter is resolved."

Releasing the displeased Nico, Bree pulled out the shrunken house-elf from a curled-up cloverleaf on the first-floor windowsill.

"Dobby, right? Thank you for your contribution to alchemy. By the way, don't attack Oude."

Putting Dobby on the workbench, Briley carefully applied the potion boiling on Dobby's heart to Dobby's heart, then mixed the potion with magic power to condense it into a small knife, and carefully cut open Dobby's chest.

Many people may not know that the power to control the house-elves does not exist in the brain, but in the heart, where the blood supply is located and the slave contract is enforced.

The souls of house elves also exist here.

After cutting open the heart, Bree could clearly feel the struggling soul contained inside. This heart was a Horcrux, a real Horcrux.

"Although he lives forever, he will always become a slave to madness."

After the death of every house elf, its heart will reappear in the ground near the owner's house, once again giving birth to the house elf who eliminates all negativity. Unless the contract owner changes, it will never change.

Bree closed his eyes and felt the abnormality of this soul carefully. When he found that these souls were stitched together from pieces, he was surprised for a moment. This was much crueler than Voldemort.

And then, Bree also discovered that the order of these souls was very strange.

"This is a master-servant contract. It turns out that if you make a contract with your soul, you will either die completely or you can only become a slave forever..."

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

Bree soon discovered a strange fragment at the core of the contract.

"This is a human soul fragment. Whose is it?"

This fragment was placed in an absolutely important position, absorbing the power of the other fragments to survive, so that Bree could not touch it easily. If he was not careful, Dobby would die immediately.

"Why does it smell like Draco?"

Bree studied for a while, but found nothing, so he had to open his eyes. He could only see a faint wave of magic power conveying pain on the bloody heart.

Bree opened her spiritual sense and clearly felt that the magic power around her was taking pity on the house elf's body, but the magic power of the contract in the soul prevented the house elf from ever being free.

"These are also natural creatures, but they can no longer return to normal."

This is Bree's verdict on the house elves.

The souls have become like this. Perhaps only death can make these souls become conscious again and reunite with new life forms. Unfortunately, this is not what Bree can do, not to mention that the house elves are not willing to die.

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

(End of this chapter)