"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 25: The Lighthouse Guiding Lost Ships
"According to this document..." Wyzett raised the certificate from the Ministry of Magic, "no matter what command I give, you must obey, is that right?"
Dobby bowed at a perfect ninety degrees, his voice trembling. "Yes, my master!"
"You only take orders from me?" Wyzett pressed. "Or... can you still follow commands from your previous master?"
Dobby shook his head frantically, still quivering. "My master... I can only obey your commands now."
Knock, knock, knock!
There was a rapping at the door, and Xenophilius's voice floated in. "Wyzett, why not have that house-elf... help collect the Christmas presents?"
Dobby looked up, his tennis-ball eyes blinking, silently seeking permission.
Still uncertain of Lucius's true intentions, Wyzett had no intention of letting Dobby do anything just yet. "Dobby, clean the blood off yourself, then stay by my side."
…
This year, Wyzett had received more Christmas presents than ever before.
In addition to gifts from professors and friends, there were also presents from students in other Houses—the sort of admirers he'd thought had long since lost interest.
Some of these gifts were books and stationery, while others were sweets, with chocolate making up the largest share.
Xenophilius emerged from the kitchen, his eyes widening at the conjured shelves stacked with gifts. "Wyzett… what on earth did you do at school?"
Luna giggled behind her hand and chimed in, "He dueled with Professor Snape."
Xenophilius looked positively alarmed. "Did you win?"
"I was thoroughly defeated. Professor Snape is an exceptionally powerful wizard," Wyzett admitted, shaking his head. "But I learned a lot from it."
"Oh… I see! Well, you're still a student, so don't let it get you down!" Xenophilius offered a few words of comfort.
"This Snape really is something… Aside from a few thoroughly unpleasant types, most students wouldn't dare provoke him."
"By the way!" He sniffed the air, wrinkling his nose. "Do you smell something odd?"
"A scent?"
Wyzett and Luna both sniffed, unconsciously trying to identify it.
"Something earthy? Like fresh grass?"
"Maybe lavender?"
"You smell that?" Xenophilius looked skeptical, inhaling deeply. "That's not what I'm getting…"
"I think I know what it is!" Wyzett realized, quickly drawing his wand and giving it a gentle wave toward the shelves. "Specialis Revelio!"
A spray of golden powder shot from his wand, swirling in the air before turning black and settling onto several boxes of chocolate.
"What's going on? Black powder?" Xenophilius muttered. "Has someone tried to poison you? Was it someone from Slytherin House?"
"There's definitely a potion mixed in… but it's probably not poison." Wyzett separated the suspect chocolates. "Mr. Lovegood, I'll take these back to my room to examine them."
"That's right—you're a potioneer now." Xenophilius nodded, but added, "Just be careful!"
"Thank you, Mr. Lovegood." Wyzett replied, levitating the shelves to follow him as he headed back to his room.
…
Once everything was put away, Wyzett conjured a small stool for Dobby. "Dobby, take a seat. Let's finish our conversation from earlier."
Dobby looked as if he'd heard something utterly inconceivable. His voice shot up to a shrill squeal, like nails on a chalkboard. "Master, you want me… to sit down?"
"Yes, sit down!" Wyzett repeated firmly. "Now, tell me why you showed up at Hogwarts and attacked Harry with the Bludger."
He'd extracted Dobby's memories before, but had handed them straight to Dumbledore without reviewing them, so there were still many unanswered questions.
At the time, Dobby had still belonged to Lucius Malfoy, so to protect secrets, he'd chosen self-punishment over answering.
"Master… because Lucius Malfoy planned to use… to use…" Dobby's voice trembled even harder as he looked at Wyzett. "He planned to open the Chamber of Secrets!"
"Use what?" Wyzett raised an eyebrow. "Don't dodge my question!"
Dobby's whole body shook like a leaf, sweat beading on his brow. "Something you left behind! It's the key to opening the Chamber of Secrets!"
Saying this seemed to drain the last of his strength, and he collapsed onto the stool.
"Something I left behind?" Wyzett's eyes narrowed as realization dawned. "I command you—not a single detail hidden! Tell me everything, including any secrets Lucius Malfoy kept from me!"
"Yes… my master!" Dobby continued to tremble, but managed—painfully—to recount everything he knew.
As Dobby finished his tale, Wyzett couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle. "So you and Lucius Malfoy… after rounds and rounds of guessing, concluded that I'm Voldemort?"
"And because I took on Voldemort's appearance to extract your memories and scare you—claiming to be studying you—you both considered the case closed?"
At the mention of "Voldemort," Dobby shuddered violently and tumbled right off the stool. "Yes… it was just too convincing…"
Wyzett gave him a strange look. "Have you been punishing yourself too much? Maybe you need some sort of potion treatment?"
Dobby scrambled to his feet, waving his arms frantically. "No potions! Please, no potions!"
"Did Professor Snape take you to Malfoy Manor?" Wyzett changed the subject, glancing at the shelves. "It was a Saturday afternoon, right?"
"Yes, master!" Dobby nodded vigorously.
Wyzett nodded, then rummaged through the shelves until he found a gift from Dumbledore.
Inside the box was a piece of parchment, a small glass vial containing a shallow layer of colorless liquid, and a strand of silvery memory thread.
"Talk about foresight…" Wyzett uncorked the vial, his expression shifting from bemused to astonished. "Phoenix tears!"
That thin layer of colorless liquid was, incredibly, phoenix tears.
It was one of the rarest and most precious potion ingredients in the wizarding world—capable of healing even the gravest wounds, simply by being applied directly.
At least in Wyzett's experience, unless there was a curse involved, nearly any poison could be cured by phoenix tears.
He slipped the glass vial into his inner pocket, pressed the silvery memory thread to his temple, and delved into its contents.
This strand was the memory he'd originally extracted from Dobby—and everything matched Dobby's account exactly.
Slowly, Wyzett opened his eyes and glanced at the parchment from the gift box. Two lines were written there:
Perhaps a single, unthinking act can be like a lighthouse on the shore, guiding lost ships back to safe harbor. The more ships that find their way home, the more vessels there are to set sail again…
🔥 Want to read the next 50+ chapters RIGHT NOW?
💎 Patreon members get instant access!
⚡ Limited-time offer currently running...
👉 [Join on - patreon.com/GoldenLong]