The Missing Horcrux

Dobby's expression changed, and he looked at Ivan in surprise, wondering how Ivan knew the diary would be difficult to destroy.

Ivan, of course, would not say that he had read it in a book in his previous life, but tried to explain it in a different way.

"Because I've tried so many times, and it was only a few days ago that I actually found a way to destroy it… and if you hadn't suddenly stolen it, I would have destroyed it!"

Dobby's eyes widened in disbelief, but if Ivan hadn't considered destroying the diary, he wouldn't have known it was so difficult to destroy.

"Tell me, where did you put that thing? We'd better destroy it as soon as possible!" Ivan asked anxiously.

If Dobby didn't have the Horcrux with him, then he must have hidden it somewhere. There was a risk of losing it.

Yvonne didn't want Tom to come out of hiding and start something while she was trying to fuse her second blood.

"But…" Dobby stammered, his ears drooping. "It's long gone… sir!"

"Disappeared?" Ivan said, aghast. "Why? I cut off its magic with Isolation Charms. It shouldn't have affected you!"

Ivan didn't expect Dobby to be unable to read a diary, let alone a Horcrux.

"Tell me what's going on," Ivan demanded, looking at Dobby dangerously.

Dobby shuddered and said with a slight tremble, "When Dobby got hold of that thing, he kept trying to sabotage it, and…"

…

Two days ago, late at night, by the roaring fireplace

A small, ugly house-elf was holding a diary with a white cover, which she was slamming repeatedly on the table.

"Bad… bad thing!" Seeing that the diary was unharmed, Dobby angrily threw it to the ground and stomped on it.

As a Horcrux, Tom Riddle was very frustrated. Although his magic power was restricted by the barrier, he was still able to sense what was happening outside.

After being stolen by Dobby, Tom was overjoyed, believing that he had escaped the clutches of the young wizard and was now free.

This was because he had seen the house-elf at Malfoy Manor and knew who it was, and thought Dobby was there to rescue him.

Tom Riddle then found out that the filthy house-elf had not only failed to save him, but had been torturing him.

Within a few hours, Tom had been subjected to knife cuts, flooding, and crashes.

Even if the Horcrux was strong enough, how could Tom Riddle not be furious at being treated like this by a lowly house-elf!

However, Dobby did not care what he thought. He extended his index finger again, and a blinding light struck the Horcrux on the ground. The diary was knocked into the air, spun around, and returned to its original position.

The diary lay untouched on the floor, but cracks had appeared on its cover.

[That's enough, you damned house-elf! How dare you do such a thing without your master's orders?!] The diary that had fallen to the floor flipped quickly, black ink appearing on it!

However, he was met with another blinding flash of white light, and the diary was once again knocked high into the air.

When he landed on the ground again, Tom was shocked to find that the dirty house-elf opposite him had stuck its left hand into the furnace and was screaming about punishing it for its mistake.

Tom Riddle was speechless. How could he have met such a crazy house-elf…

"Bad Dobby has been punished… Now it's your turn…" Dobby muttered to himself as he trembled. He withdrew his burned left hand and returned his gaze to the diary.

[What more do you want? Your little tricks will not destroy me!] Tom Riddle was frightened for some reason. He could not predict what this crazy house-elf would do to him.

Dobby did not reply. He picked up the diary with his good right hand.

Tom Riddle fought back, and a burst of black smoke came out of the diary and corroded Dobby's right hand.

"Bad things!" Dobby screamed as he threw the diary into the burning fire. A red light burst from his index finger, and the flames of the fire rose.

The black diary swirled in the flames, showing no signs of burning,

Dobby's ears drooped with disappointment.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps nearby:

Dobby shuddered and reached for the notes in the stove, but the door was already opening…

Dobby did his best to snap his fingers and Disapparate.

The next moment, the side door of the hall opened,

"Who was that?! Strange, I heard someone talking. Where is he?" The visitor looked around. There was no one around except for the stove.

As the intruder turned to leave, something flew out of the fire and crashed to the ground in front of them.

The diary's white cover was charred and white smoke was coming out of it. The man glanced at it, intending to ignore it.

The diary, however, flipped open of its own accord, and the black ink began to appear…

…

"Dobby threw the diary in the furnace, and when he went back to look for it, it was gone," Dobby said, blinking his eyes in frustration.

"Didn't you see what the man looked like?" Ivan asked, feeling a headache coming on. He had finally caught the culprit behind the theft of the Horcrux, and now he had lost it.

Ivan finally understood how frustrated Harry was in the original timeline, and how Dobby had come to cause trouble in the name of helping him…

"No, sir…" Dobby shook his head. He had sneaked out this time, not wanting to be seen by anyone else, and had waited a long time to make sure the man was gone before returning.

"Did you hear the man's voice? Where did the diary go missing?" Ivan asked, sighing.

Dobby tried to remember, but all he heard were footsteps and voices, so he could not explain why.

As for the location, he remembered it very well, by the fireplace in the Great Gallery…

This is undoubtedly the worst news for Ivan, which means it could have been anyone at the school who took the Horcrux…