"Harry Potter? Harry Potter?" Half asleep, Harry heard a familiar voice calling him.
Harry opened his eyes groggily and, sure enough, saw Dobby at his bedside, staring at him with wide eyes.
Harry tilted his head and looked outside through the dormitory window. It was still completely dark. He chuckled and nodded.
He was not at all surprised that Dobby had come to find him at this hour, because he had written to him during the day, asking Dobby to come to Hogwarts that night and wake him in his dormitory.
Clearly, Dobby had complied with Harry's request without question, though Harry could sense a little hesitation as Dobby woke him. After all, Harry had looked as though he was sleeping very soundly.
"Good evening, Dobby," Harry said quietly, rubbing his eyes. His other roommates were still sleeping soundly, and Harry did not want to wake them.
"Good evening, Harry Potter," Dobby said, copying Harry's quiet voice.
"Come with me." Harry got out of bed and put on his shoes, then quietly led Dobby out of the dormitory and the Common Room. Slipping out of bed in the middle of the night and wandering around the Castle was an utterly ordinary occurrence for Harry.
The human and the House-elf entered a corridor in the Castle. They cautiously followed the corridors to the Seventh Floor of the main building.
"Dobby, could you help me check whether there's a hidden room here?" Harry asked, pointing at the wall opposite the troll tapestry on the Seventh Floor.
Ever since that Australian wizard's attack, followed by the appearance of that strange yellow figure who filled Harry with fear, all sorts of chaotic, broken fragments of memory had kept appearing in Harry's mind.
Yet none of these fragments matched anything Harry had experienced so far,