The House-Elf Dobby

"What is this?"

The pink-haired girl couldn't wait to stand on tiptoe and take it.

It was a crystal-clear snowflake, frozen and magnified by magic, crafted into a hair clip.

"The first snowflake of early winter, fallen into my palm."

[...[Satisfying the Thousand-Faced Attendant's Gift] quest complete, reward 10 experience points, Bronze Magic Knowledge·1]

--Time to pull!

Harry's smile grew more genuine.

"Do I... look good?"

Nymphadora Tonks put it on without hesitation, revealing her true face, stunningly beautiful and unaltered.

On ordinary days, she even modified her body in reverse, reducing her inconveniently ample chest to a flatter form better suited for movement.

But now, everything was on full display before Harry's eyes.

Demon Bogan's Beauty Magic

"G-good." Harry answered distractedly, his mind only occupied by the magical knowledge flooding through it.

And... the next quest.

--A quest just about makeup-related magic... the puzzle piece, directly pulled as a boost?

[Large Quest [Fancy Dress Halloween]]

[Halloween, the great Savior's domain—Hogwarts Domain cannot be ruled by monotonous school robes. Generously spread the great charm of costume culture to the subjects under your command! Lead by example, actively encourage, and get as many subjects as possible to wear more creative outfits at the feast. Costume is the release of the soul, an alternative expression of magic!]

[Base Reward: 0.5 experience points per subject successfully guided into costume]

[Tiered Rewards:]

[Tier 1 - Costume Pioneer (≥ 50 subjects): Base experience + (number * 0.5), Bronze Talent·1]

[Tier 2 - Costume Commander (≥ 100 subjects): Base experience + (number * 0.5), Silver Talent·1]

[Tier 3 - Costume Legend (≥ 150 subjects): Base experience + (number * 0.5), Gold Talent·1]

[Special Note: Judgment is based on those present in the Great Hall from the start to the end of the feast, wearing qualified costume attire. Beware of [Two-Face], [Poltergeist Jester], [Well-Intentioned Disaster Servant], and [Troll Avenger]. Ensure the feast proceeds smoothly.]

The quest triggered as soon as he realized Halloween was approaching.

[Two-Face] went without saying—definitely Quirrell.

[Poltergeist Jester] was even more obvious. With the same "jester" suffix as Fred and George, the spirit most like them was naturally Peeves, the poltergeist of chaos.

[Well-Intentioned Disaster Servant] had to be the house-elf. Harry hadn't forgotten the ambush during the flying lesson, and it felt all too familiar.

As for [Troll Avenger]... Marcus Flint?

The only one in Hogwarts connected to trolls was this guy who looked like a troll and, in the original timeline, had a T (Troll, the lowest grade) and repeated a year.

The question now was how they would sabotage the Halloween feast.

"Helena Ravenclaw."

Harry stepped out from the wall, blocking the ghost covered in silvery-white blood and bound in chains.

For a smart person, not much needed to be said.

In Hogwarts, only the Bloody Baron could truly keep Peeves in line. As a student of Salazar Slytherin, he seemed to retain some of his pre-death spells even as a ghost—at least invisibility.

"Harry Potter... your terms." The gaunt Bloody Baron's dull eyes instantly regained life, filled with longing.

The chains on his body were the manifestation of his guilt toward Helena. He didn't seek forgiveness—just for her to stop ignoring him.

"Oh? You think I can manage that?" Harry asked curiously.

"The last uncrowned king won her heart. You... can too." The Bloody Baron suppressed his anger.

"You mean Tom Riddle?" Harry shook his head. "I'm not like him—good at charming girls."

"The way you two charm girls is completely different. That's why she might fall for you again."

"Don't let Peeves cause trouble at the Halloween feast. As for how... I have a better idea."

Harry's body slowly sank into the floor, like quicksand.

--Peeves, eliminated.

--Next...

Harry dropped through the ceiling of the Slytherin common room, landing from above.

He flickered into existence before a sharp-faced boy.

"Draco, I need an elf. His name should be Dobby."

The other Slytherins had already tactfully cleared out before Harry spoke.

"Yes." Draco didn't hesitate, calling into the air, "Dobby."

A creature with bat-like long ears, tennis-ball-sized green eyes, and wearing a mismatched small suit appeared out of thin air.

"It's because I was afraid Granger would find out and make a fuss, so I ordered him to make himself a piece of clothing."

"He's got a screw loose—if I gave him clothes directly, he'd run off. My father is also extremely careful not to give him anything."

"But still, thanks to him, I dared to risk temporarily leaving you, Harry, even with those bastards (other Slytherins) lurking to ambush me."

Crabbe and Goyle, who had been eating cake on the side, suddenly found the cream wasn't sweet anymore. They stood up and struck various poses, signaling that they were stronger than Dobby.

"The one who attacked me should be you, right?"

Harry's words left Draco, who had been about to mock Crabbe and Goyle, momentarily speechless.

"Yes, Dobby came to save Harry Potter. Harry Potter is a sun that can shine even on people like us. He cannot be owned by the master..." As soon as Dobby mentioned his master, he immediately rushed toward the fireplace to punish himself.

Even a house-elf like him, who yearned for freedom, was still bound by the sick loyalty of his kind.

--Force Choke!

"Stop." Harry reached out and made a grasping motion. Dobby froze midair like an insect trapped in amber.

"Father! What did my father do? Speak! Dobby!" Draco's already pale face turned even whiter.

"We don't know anything." "Harry, this has nothing to do with us." Crabbe and Goyle dropped their cake outright, turning into fair-weather friends and distancing themselves from Draco.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!" Dobby struggled.

"Speak!" Draco didn't bother scolding Crabbe and Goyle.

"The master didn't order Dobby not to tell the young master. This was all the young master's command." Dobby found an excuse for himself. "The Dark Lord whose name cannot be spoken..."

He let out a sound like a child crying.

"The diary he left with the master."

"The master was very angry. He wanted revenge on Harry Potter."

"He gave the diary to Harry Potter's Weasley."

"That notebook was really given to Weasley by my father!" Draco interrupted. "Merlin's Pants! My father is really going to visit my aunt! To Azkaban!"

"No. Dumbledore already knows." Harry shook his head.

"You mean my father has sided with..."

"Yes," Harry looked at Dobby. "There's one thing I need to tell you: that diary has already fallen into Dumbledore's hands. Everyone knows. Only you, busy with housework and snatching moments to 'save' me, didn't know."

"Is Dobby trying to harm Harry Potter?" Dobby's green eyes instantly filled with tears. "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby! Dobby must twist his own neck! Harry Potter, please let go of Dobby!..."