Trapped in a predicament, and relying on lowly servitude to escape?
Snape's pride could not accept that method.
"Professor, I believe you can hold on." Vincent gestured with his chin toward the rushing water at the tunnel entrance. "If we're lucky, we'll find the 'switch' without any trouble."
McGonagall and Flitwick held back their laughter so hard that their hands nearly trembled, letting the floodwater pour in.
"Hah—" Snape extinguished the blazing Fiendfyre. "Wayne, you'd better pray they aren't working together."
Dobby timidly hid behind Harry. "Even if Dobby's master ordered Dobby to, Dobby would never join the forces of evil."
"Forces of evil?" Only two targets remained in Vincent's suspicions.
One was old Nott, a veteran Death Eater. The other was Lucius, who always followed the wind.
Even an ordinary blanket was made of pure wool. It was already very obvious who Dobby's master was.
Snape's expression turned extremely grim.
He had guessed it, and he was utterly certain.
Voldemort's former command center had been at Malfoy Manor. This old schoolmate of his likely knew more than some of the veteran members.
With that connection, he seemed slightly less repulsed by Dobby.
"Send me up."
Dobby backed away in terror.
With Snape dressed like this, paired with that sexy, enormous chin that showed not the slightest emotion, even Harry beside him unconsciously took half a step back.
"I won't say it twice."
Dobby blinked his large eyes and reluctantly held out a hand.
"I'm coming too." Vincent took his little hand. "Dobby, is that alright?"
"Yes, Mr. Wayne." Dobby stopped shrinking back.
But when he offered his other hand to Snape, he still could not stop himself from trembling.
"Professor Snape, could you stop sneering?"
"Don't waste time."
Vincent nodded at Dobby. "That's just his temper. His mouth is