Should I Write a Will First, or Leave My Last Words First?

Knock, knock, knock...

Although Dumbledore's Office was never locked, it was only polite.

As Dumbledore said, "Come in," Kane pushed open the door and walked in. "Dumbledore, I think you need to take a look at this little guy."

As he spoke, he brought in Dobby, who was tightly bound in shadows. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Ah, I don't recall Hogwarts having a house-elf like this."

"That goes without saying." Kane spoke faintly. "This house-elf seems to know a great many things—the Basilisk, the diary. So I think that even if the person behind him wasn't responsible for the Basilisk and the Heir of Slytherin this term, they must have some connection to that diary."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the two people in the office fell upon Dobby. The latter said pitifully, "Dobby cannot say."

"Yes, house-elves do have a duty to keep their masters' secrets. But I think you can let him go now."

Dumbledore gave Kane a gentle nod. Every detail of his expression was incomparably mild, because he feared that if even the slightest thing looked off, Kane might pull off something earth-shattering.

After all, in that brief instant, Dumbledore had already used Legilimency to read Dobby's memories and learned that Dobby had attacked Harry twice in a single day.

The first time, if Kane had not forcibly added Shadow Armor to the broomstick, then honestly, there would have been no need for Voldemort or some fated confrontation. Dobby would have taken Harry's life directly.

Then there had been the second poisoning. Well, that poisoning had been quite skillful. It was frightening, but it had not posed much real danger to Harry.

Fortunately, Kane had a clear head. Had it been someone more impulsive and hot-blooded, Dobby might have