The Moon Had a Thing for Furries

Lupin had once again returned from Malfoy Manor to Hogwarts in sixteen minutes. He stared silently at Kane and Harry's two broomsticks.

He had only been away from the Wizarding World for a full two years. How had flying brooms become this absurd already?

After all, for wizards, flying brooms were not their primary means of transportation. They were more like the horses used in polo, mainly meant for playing Quidditch.

But at that speed, wouldn't Quidditch players accidentally smash some unnamed young wizard into mincemeat?

No one answered Lupin's question. Meanwhile, Harry had already begun considering what to do with Dobby.

Dumbledore had been wrong this time. He could not possibly be right every time.

Dobby was not some masochist who enjoyed being controlled and beaten. He was merely a strange house-elf who desperately craved freedom—and wages.

Such heretical thoughts, by house-elf standards, existed openly in his mind.

Naturally, Harry and Dumbledore were not some feudal landlords either. Since Dobby wanted freedom, they would give him freedom. For example, he could go from being a Malfoy family slave to a Hogwarts employee.

The kind with an official position and a salary.

The salary was not much, but house-elves did not have much use for money anyway.

It was mainly there as a magnifier for his dignity.

With the Dobby matter resolved, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his luggage and, looking as grief-stricken as though his uncle had died, headed toward the Hogwarts Express waiting in nearby Hogsmeade.

Meanwhile, Kane, Lupin, and Dumbledore gathered in the Headmaster's Office to make plans.

Kane thought over why the Meat Effigy he had made for Lupin last time had failed, and he came to a conclusion.

In Eternal Realm, the Meat Effigy Woodie made from Monster Meat could