Lighthouse Guiding Lost Ships

"According to what's written here..." Wizet held up the Ministry of Magic's certificate, "You must obey whatever orders I give, right?"

Dobby bowed ninety degrees, his voice trembling as he said, "Yes, my master!"

"You only obey my orders?" Wizet asked. "Or... do you also continue to obey your master's orders?"

Dobby quickly replied, his voice still trembling, "My master... I can only obey your orders."

Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, Xenophilius's voice came in, "Wizet, why don't you have that House-elf... collect the Christmas presents?"

Dobby looked up and blinked his tennis ball-sized eyes, as if asking for permission.

Without knowing Lucius's true motives, Wizet didn't intend to have Dobby do anything. "Dobby, clean the blood off yourself and then stay by my side."

Wizet received more Christmas gifts this year than last year.

In addition to gifts from professors and friends, he also received gifts from students in other colleges, those... admirers he thought he had lost interest in.

These gifts from worshippers included stationery and books, as well as sweets, with chocolates being the most numerous.

Xenophilius from the kitchen, staring at the makeshift shelves, and asked in surprise, "Wizet... what did you do at school?"

Luna covered her mouth and chuckled, then explained, "He dueled with Professor Snape."

Xenophilius startled. "You won?"

"I suffered a crushing defeat. Professor Snape is a very powerful wizard." Wizet shook his head. "I learned a lot from it."

"Oh... I see! You're still a student, so don't be discouraged!" Xenophilius a few words of comfort.

"This Snape is quite formidable... Apart from a few universally disliked individuals, few maesters dare to provoke him."

"Oh, right!" he sniffed again and asked, "Can you smell anything?"

"Odor?"

Wizet and Luna sniffed, instinctively trying to make a judgment.

"The scent of grass and trees?"

"The scent of lavender?"

"Is this the smell you're seeing?" Xenophilius sniffed again, seemingly unconvinced. "Why does it smell different to me?"

"I understand!" Wizet realized what was happening, quickly drew her wand, and gently waved it towards the shelf. "Revelio!"

A puff of gold dust shot from the tip of the wand, then turned black in mid-air and landed on several boxes of chocolates.

"What is going on? Black..." Xenophilius asked doubtfully, "Did someone poison you? Someone from Slytherin House?"

"There is indeed Potions mixed in...it shouldn't be poison." Wizet carefully put the chocolates away. "Mr. Lovegood, I'll take them back to my room to check them."

"That's true, you're Potions now." Xenophilius nodded, then added, "Be careful!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lovegood," Wizet replied, waving her wand to make the shelf float up, and followed him back to the room.

After setting up the shelves, Wizet conjured a small stool for Dobby. "Dobby, sit down. Let's continue our conversation."

Dobby he had heard something unbelievable. "Master, you want me... to sit down?"

"Yes! Sit down!" Wizet repeated. "Tell me why you were at Hogwarts and attacked Harry with Bludger."

After extracting Dobby's memories, he handed them over to Dumbledore without examining them, so there are still many things he doesn't know.

Dobby's owner at the time was Lucius Malfoy, so in order to keep the secret, he chose to escape the problem by self-harm.

"Master... because Lucius Malfoy intends to... to..." Dobby looked at Wizet, his voice trembling Dobby, "He intends to open the Chamber of Secrets!"

"With what?" Wizet raised an eyebrow. "Don't dodge my question!"

Dobby's body trembled violently, and he was covered in sweat. "Use what you left behind! It's the key to the secret Chamber of Secrets!"

Saying those words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, causing him to slump down on the stool.

"What I left behind?" Wizet seemed to realize something. "I order you, don't hide anything! You must explain everything clearly!"

"Tell me everything you know, including the secrets Lucius Malfoy is hiding, without holding anything back!"

"Yes... my master!" Dobby's body continued to tremble, but he still managed to finish speaking.

Hearing Dobby's account, Wizet said with a wry smile, "So you and Lucius Malfoy... through rounds of guessing, deduced that I am Voldemort?"

"And because back then... in order to extract your memories, I transformed into the image of Voldemort and then threatened you... claiming to be researching you, so the evidence is conclusive?"

Upon hearing the name "Voldemort," Dobby and tumbled off his chair. "Yes... it's just too much like him no matter how you look at it..."

Wizet's expression was strange. "Have you been punishing yourself too much? So... do you need some kind of Potions to heal you?"

Dobby struggled to his feet, waving his hands frantically, shouting, "No Potions! No Potions!"

"Did Professor Snape bring you to the Malfoy Manor?" Wizet changed the subject, glancing at the shelves beside her. "Are you sure it was on a Saturday afternoon?"

Dobby nodded quickly and said, "Yes, Master!"

Wizet nodded and rummaged through the shelf to find a gift, a gift from Dumbledore.

Inside the box, besides a piece of parchment, there was a transparent glass bottle containing a thin layer of colorless liquid and a silver Memory Thread.

"You really were a prophet!" Wizet unscrewed the cork, his expression shifting from amusement to surprise. "Phoenix Tears!"

The colorless liquid inside the glass bottle was actually the Phoenix Tears.

This is an extremely precious and rare Potion Ingredients, which can have a very strong healing effect even when used directly on a wound.

At least in Wizet's memory, as long as the poison is not cursed, there is a high probability that it can be cured by Phoenix Tears.

Wizet placed the glass bottle in the inner pocket, tucked the silver Memory Thread into her temple, and began to examine the memory contents inside.

This silver Memory Thread is the memory he extracted from Dobby, and its contents are consistent with Dobby's account.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the parchment in the gift, on which were written two sentences:

Perhaps a seemingly insignificant action can act like a lighthouse on the shore, guiding lost ships back to land. The more ships that dock, the more ships will be available for use...