A house-elf who could pop in and out undetected was a liability best handled immediately—before he stirred up more chaos. Vizette scribbled a note on his bookmark: "Headmaster Dumbledore, draw the house-elfs to the spot beneath the Eastern Stands. I'll handle him."
Dumbledore's reply was swift: "Understood."Vizette pocketed the bookmark. Before he could speak, Luna piped up, "I'll come with you."
"Fine," Vizette said curtly. They hurried to the stands' edge.
Luna peered down, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Vizette gripped his wand, met her gaze, and they leaped together.
Wind whistled past as they plummeted. Midway down, they raised their wands in unison.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Vizette had drilled this with Luna in the Pensieve, simulating the fall to cushion their descent with the spell. An actual attack had prevented a real test, but practice paid off. A soft force enveloped them, easing their drop like feathers on the breeze.
Luna's laughter rang out like tinkling bells as they touched down gently on the open ground below the stands. While waiting for the house-elf, Vizette recapped the earlier incident.
Luna tilted her head, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. "Ginny mentioned a house-elf named Dobby who's always meddling with Harry. He got Harry locked in his cupboard by his uncle once. Mum said house-elves are simple creatures, bound by their magic."
"He might think he's helping Harry," she added thoughtfully, "but his methods..."
Two sharp cracks interrupted her. A high-pitched voice wailed, "You wicked house-elf, why block me from saving Harry Potter!"
"You're harming Hogwarts' students! You're the bad one!" another shrill voice shot back.
The pair of house-elves squared off: one in a ragged, stained pillowcase—clearly Dobby—the other in a crisp tea towel.
Dobby looked battered, his spindly fingers bandaged and bloodied. He shot a glance toward the Quidditch pitch, clenched his jaw, and jabbed a finger. A ripple of magic surged forth.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Nox!"
Vizette and Luna moved as one. Luna's spell yanked Dobby airborne, pinning him midair. Vizette summoned an enhanced Nox—a vast, ten-meter black dome that swallowed him whole.
The dome's surface bulged almost immediately, straining as Dobby tested its limits with Apparition. Just as Vizette expected, ancient magic clamped down on the house-elf's teleportation.
The protrusions sharpened; Dobby was seconds from bursting free. The barrier held firm, shielding against interference like Devil's Snare, so Vizette poured more power into it. Without the "beginner" constraint, it could balloon tenfold, but he kept it modest—doubling the size before slipping inside with Luna to confront the thrashing elf.
Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Snare) unleashed tendrils that coiled around Dobby, binding him into a writhing cocoon.
Luna joined him within the bubble. "The Bludger's behaving now. Harry's snagged the Golden Snitch."
Vizette nodded. He raised his voice: "Dobby, right? Why target Harry? And that snake—did you unleash it?"
Dobby squealed, "I didn't attack Harry Potter! I was saving him! Hogwarts is deadly!"
The other house-elf's voice pierced from outside: "Hogwarts is perfectly safe—the safest place there is!"
Dumbledore's calm tone followed: "Vizette? Are you inside?"
Dobby's eyes bulged in horror. "You are him! You are him!" His head lolled, eyes rolling back as he slumped unconscious.
Luna blinked in confusion. "He seemed terrified of you. Why?"
Vizette shrugged, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "No idea. But this works. Let's leave the rest to Dumbledore."
He dissolved the Devil's Snare, transfiguring a sturdy net to truss Dobby up tight. With Luna, he exited the dome, shrinking it to encase the elf snugly—enough to block Apparition without drawing eyes.
Dumbledore waited alone; the Hogwarts house-elf had vanished.
"The marvels of ancient magic," Dumbledore murmured, blue eyes twinkling. "Status?"
"He's out cold," Vizette reported. "This field keeps him contained."
"Passed out?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "I heard him moments ago."
Vizette cleared his throat. "He yelled something at me, then just... dropped."
"In that case, we'll transport him to my office." Dumbledore produced two lemon drops, offering one to each. "Dealing with him raises questions, but that's for later."
"He ties back to Harry," Vizette suggested. "Why not ask Harry for the full story?"
...
Vizette saw Luna safely to the Ravenclaw common room, then headed to Dumbledore's office with the shrunken bubble in tow.
Snape was already there, cradling a vial of clear potion.
Vizette eyed it. "Professor, Veritaserum?"
"Indeed," Snape drawled, a rare glint of dark humor in his voice. "A drop for the Hogwarts elf, a hefty dose for Dobby. They'll spill every truth."
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