Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

It was my first experience, and this time I was only promoted to one rank, so the process went smoothly.

After the unpretentious ceremony, Amon completed the sequence promotion again after more than a month and became "Sequence 7: Mysterious Master"!

He examined his own condition and found that after becoming a "mystician", his original abilities were further strengthened——

The spirituality is greatly enhanced, and the spells cast are more effective and last longer.

Moreover, brand new abilities have been awakened - "analysis" and "simulation".

That is, on the premise of having sufficient magic knowledge, you can analyze and imitate the magic you have seen.

Amon adjusted his monocle and raised the corners of his mouth in a happy arc.

He was even more looking forward to "Sequence 6", "Sequence 5" and the first four sequences.

The issue of strength and weakness is secondary. Anyway, there is no one in the magic world that Amon can be afraid of.

What he really enjoys is the sense of satisfaction brought by the leap in the essence of life after the promotion sequence, and the surprise when he obtains magical new abilities. This is the source of his joy.

Suddenly, Amon's movement of adjusting his monocle paused, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth froze for a moment.

Then I saw him shaking his head and laughing:

"It seems I'm not the only one who thinks it's a good time to take action tonight..."

Amon put down his hand, and the smile on his lips became playful...

……

Room of Requirement, Potion Making Room.

'Lockhart', who was lying casually on the ground, seemed to be injected with his soul all of a sudden, and he opened his eyes in an instant.

Because Amon could not control Lockhart temporarily during the promotion sequence, he temporarily threw the doll here.

Now, the doll sat up from the ground, raised its hand to adjust the monocle on its right eye, and uttered a word in the corner of its mouth:

"interesting."

Then 'Lockhart' stood up, adjusted his black wizard robe, calmly walked out of the Room of Requirement, and strolled along the corridor in one direction.

Due to Halloween, the corridors were empty, and neither the little wizard nor the ghost was anywhere to be seen.

This gives the shadows that exist in unknown territories a wider space, splashing richly on the floor and walls of the corridor under the light of the jack-o'-lanterns.

This made it seem as if there was a silent terror gradually spreading with 'Lockhart''s footsteps. Under such an environment, the smile on the corner of 'Lockhart''s mouth also looked more and more weird.

Boom, boom, boom...

The footsteps gradually fade away...

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of footsteps is getting closer...

In the Hufflepuff lounge, the short figure who was standing in front of the fireplace trying to tear something apart suddenly turned his head to look at the door in alarm, but he didn't see anything.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a voice full of joking laughter sounded in the empty room.

Dobby jumped up and turned around.

He grabbed the black diary in his hand and stared at the place where the sound came from.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared on the sofa.

Dobby's green eyes as big as tennis balls widened instantly.

In his sight, 'Lockhart' smiled and wiped the monocle in his hand, then slowly put it on his right eye.

At the same time, a strange-looking crow circled and landed on Lockhart's shoulder.

'Lockhart' smiled kindly at Dobby, pointed at the notebook in his hand, and asked softly with curiosity:

"What you are holding seems to be mine?"

"Ah!" Dobby screamed.

Then suddenly and without warning, he hit his head hard with the diary in his hand and kept shouting:

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

After beating for a while, he kept flapping his ears and screamed at Lockhart:

"Bad guy! Bad guy!"

"Dobby won't let the bad guys hurt Harry Potter, even if he has to pin his ear to the oven door in the future!"

'Lockhart' watched with interest as Dobby mutilated himself while declaring his devotion to Harry, unfazed by his rude remarks.

Otherwise, any other wizard here would not tolerate such a presumptuous house elf;

Similarly, any other house elf here would not be so rude to a strange wizard unless it was ordered by the master.

It's interesting to say that no living thing in this world is born for other living things.

Just like the snake does not exist for the eagle, the rabbit does not exist for the wolf.

But the house elves are an exception. They seem to be born only to serve wizards.

This is not a widely advertised means of livelihood for house elves, nor is it a unilateral cruel exploitation by wizards, but a theorem of the magical world——

A theorem that has been imprinted in the deepest souls of all house elves since the race war in ancient times.

Can only be enslaved - this racial destiny drives each house elf to serve only one mansion or one family in his life.

They must be absolutely loyal to their master, obey any of their master's orders for free, and regard lifelong service to their master as the greatest honor.

At the same time, all their desires for freedom are deprived of and their subconscious minds are distorted.

This makes most house elves even view freedom as a shame.

As a result, generations of time have accumulated, and now no one or house elf cares whether the ancient slavery contract is still in effect.

Because the house elves have been completely changed from their roots and turned into a walking slave contract.

They can no longer resist the rule of wizards or pursue racial liberation.

And in this context, Dobby, a house elf who advocates freedom and has free will, appears in front of Amon.

It's like a golden panda suddenly appeared among a group of black and white pandas - very collectible!

'Lockhart' raised the corners of his mouth, adjusted his crystal monocle, and said with a smile:

"Dobby, I think you misunderstood. No one at Hogwarts would want to murder Harry Potter."

"Don't try to deceive Dobby!"

Dobby bent down slightly warily, as if he would attack at any moment.

He glared at Lockhart with hostility and said hoarsely:

"Dobby knows that you are the apprentice of Amon Nott! That...he-who-must-not-be-named!"

'Lockhart' tilted his head and said with a smile on his lips:

"I think that's just as much a misunderstanding that you don't understand, Dobby."

"I'm afraid you don't know that I saved Harry Potter from Voldemort, do you?"

As he spoke, he raised his right leg and put it on his left thigh, leaned his upper body forward, crossed his fingers in front of him, and then continued:

"And now you're stealing from Harry Potter's savior?"

The moment Dobby heard Lockhart mention Voldemort's name, he immediately covered his ears with his hands.

But he still heard the full words.

Then, Dobby's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if they were about to bulge out.

He seemed to suddenly fall into self-doubt and muttered to himself.

"Dobby, Dobby stole something from Harry Potter's savior..."

Then he was stunned for a moment, holding the diary in his hand and slapping his bare head even more violently.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Then, as if this self-punishment was not severe enough, he suddenly fell to his knees and beat his head on the ground more violently each time.

"Sir, sir... Bad Dobby mistook Sir... Sir for actually saving Harry Potter from...!"

"Sir is as brave and kind as Harry Potter..."

Dobby's harsh voice choked up, and the dull sound of his head hitting the floor became louder.

"As for Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby wrongly blamed Harry Potter's savior... and even despicably stole Sir's things shamefully..."

Dobby raised his head, his big eyes were filled with tears, and his forehead was already bleeding.

He burst into tears and cried:

"But, but Dobby can't return this dangerous, evil thing to Sir..."

"what!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dobby seemed to be under the Cruciatus Curse, and his expression instantly became extremely painful.

He raised his head suddenly, hit the floor hard, and began to dig into the floor again, and continued to mutter:

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby..."

Lockhart pinched his right eye socket, and the smile on his face faded a little.

The Amon crow body standing on his shoulder combed its feathers with its beak.

Amon suddenly felt that Dobby was very noisy, and his desire to collect it faded a lot.

At a certain moment, he considered whether to make Dobby directly into a biological specimen, but he thought about it-Dobby was too ugly.

"All right!"

'Lockhart' said in a slightly stronger tone.

Dobby suddenly became panicked.

"Sir, sir is angry... Bad Dobby cannot be forgiven by sir..."

"Bad Dobby..."

Dobby started to grab the ground with his head again.

'Lockhart' put down his crossed legs and stood up from the sofa.

He raised his hand towards Dobby, and the black notebook in Dobby's hand seemed to be snatched out by an invisible hand and flew into his hand.

The dark fire ignited, and the black notebook instantly turned into ashes.

'Lockhart' clapped his hands and said to the stunned Dobby:

"The danger has been eliminated, you can go back to where you belong."

"Of course, if you don't want to go back, I can help you."

The crow opened its right wing and touched the circle of its right eye with its almost transparent wing feathers.

The corners of Lockhart's mouth turned upward again.

"From now on, you can stay at Hogwarts and protect Harry Potter all the time."

"How about it?"

His words fell softly into the ears of Dobby, who was still kneeling on the ground, making Dobby's eyes widen in an instant.

Dobby looked up at Lockhart. Due to the difference in light and height, he could only see half of Lockhart's face.

But the smile reflected in Dobby's big eyes made Dobby feel as if he was seeing light.

"Dobby, can Dobby really protect Harry Potter forever?"

Dobby murmured in disbelief.

Then he wanted to praise Amon, but found that his body did not listen to his brain and only made a strange sound of "Hehe".

At this moment, it seemed as if every cell in Dobby's body was extremely resistant to his answer.

——Dobby’s body betrayed him!

……