Chapter 32: Notebook

Dumbledore watched all this calmly, and waited until Dobby cried for a long time before he came forward, "Dobby, this is your name, right?"

"Dumbledore!" Dobby stopped crying, his big eyes were still tearful, but he seemed very happy to see Dumbledore, "They say you are the greatest wizard, even the Dark Lord is afraid of you."

"Oh, that's just that everyone is praising you too much, you don't have to take it seriously." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Dobby, I know you are a loyal house elf. But loyalty sometimes has multiple meanings."

"Dobby, for example, if your master wants you to kill him. Will you do it?"

"No no! Of course not! Dobby will never hurt the master!"

"Even if his order is to let you kill him?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Look, loyalty also has different directions and choices. Dobby, you can blindly follow the master's orders, but you can also choose actions that are better for him."

"Now, it's time to choose, Dobby. Will you choose actions that are better for your master?"

"Dobby will! Dobby will make the master better!"

"Very good, Dobby, then please answer this gentleman's question truthfully."

Worthy of being the headmaster.

Dumbledore never disappoints.

Murphy suppressed his admiration for the headmaster and brought the house-elf back to the witness stand.

Then he asked: "Dobby, you are the house elf of the Malfoy family, right?"

"Yes, Dobby is."

"The Malfoy family has a cellar, in which there are a lot of wines and some strange items, right?"

"Yes, yes, how did you know..."

"Can you describe them?"

"Okay, Dobby can. There are big wooden barrels with a lot of red wine in them. The owner said that those wines are used to entertain the lower class. There are also some glass bottles. Those wines are used to entertain distinguished guests..."

"Well, I don't mean the wine, I mean the strange items on the shelves, can you describe them?"

"Okay, okay, sorry . Those things were all placed in glass boxes, and the owner didn't let them touch them, saying they were precious treasures. But Dobby thought they were dangerous. Once a goblin got into the cellar and knocked over a glass box. A glove inside touched it, and then it went "bang!" Dobby spent a whole day cleaning those things. "

"Very good, Dobby." Murphy said, picking up the notebook, "Have you seen this thing?"

Dobby looked at it for a while and nodded, "Yes. This is the master's treasure. But..."

"Okay, Dobby, thank you."

After Murphy finished speaking, he put on a glove on his left hand, and then opened the notebook and showed it to everyone.

"Look, everyone, this notebook is blank now."

"In fact, if you don't know a specific method, you can't see the contents of this notebook, right, Lucius?"

But Lucius' mouth was sealed by magic now, and he couldn't answer him at all.

"However, as long as some methods are used, it can be restored to its original appearance."

As he said, Murphy asked a judge beside him to bring a lit alcohol lamp, and then burned the notebook on it for a while.

Sure enough, words began to appear on the blank page.

Murphy handed the notebook to the judge, who put it on a tray and let the wizards circulate it.

There were several diaries written on the notebook.

The first one was a travelogue, recording the experience of the diary owner exploring an ancient magical relic.

The second one was a piece of nonsense. The diary owner seemed to be mentally abnormal, but there were obvious words such as "I have surpassed death".

The third one was the core content of this diary, which actually recorded the names of the people who surrendered to him, including Barty Crouch Jr., Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, etc., who had been arrested in Azkaban, and the names of many guys who had not been arrested, such as Goyle, Crabbe, Karkaroff, Walton McNeill, Avery, etc.

Among them, the name of Lucius Malfoy was mentioned.

And it is obvious that Lucius is also a favorite of the Dark Lord. His name is mentioned more times in the diary than all the others combined.

Finally, there is a fourth diary, which records the subsequent ownership of this notebook.

It says: "I will leave this notebook to Lucius, hoping that it will play a role when things go wrong. I will write down what he needs to do in case something unacceptable happens. My most loyal servant, he should be able to take on this important task. I will come back again at any time!"

Finally, the fifth diary was obviously torn off, and some magic symbols can be vaguely seen from the corners, which is obviously an explanation of a spell or magic ritual.

The wizards in purple robes whispered that if what was recorded in this notebook was true, not only Lucius, but even more Death Eaters in hiding would be brought to justice!

What's even more terrifying is that Murphy Darkholme's accusation might be true. Lucius Malfoy is really resurrecting Voldemort!

"Lucius! Is everything written in this notebook true?!" A wizard on the bench couldn't help asking.

Dumbledore untied Lucius's silencing spell, and the latter immediately shouted: "No! It's not true! It's fake! Forged! This is not his diary! It's fake!"

Lucius was terrified at first, but after hearing the wizards' discussions, he was a little confused.

That's not right. The diary that the Dark Lord gave him was when he was young. At that time, Lucius, let alone following Voldemort, was not even born yet! How could the names of Death Eaters be recorded in the notebook? !

Thinking of Murphy's method of roasting the diary with flames to make the handwriting appear - although Lucius has indeed never found a way to make the diary appear, and doesn't know if this method is correct, is it too hasty to roast it with fire?

"Shameless liar! Liar! All slander! This is not the diary of the Dark Lord! Dark... cough," Lucius was so excited that he almost said the true nature of the diary. Fortunately, he stopped himself in time and changed his words: "I have never been a Death Eater! These are all naked slanders!"

He glared at Murphy: "You are the dark wizard! You broke into my house! Otherwise, how could you be so familiar with everything in the cellar?! You also burned my house, burned my friends to death, and almost killed me and my family!"

"Judges! Professor Dumbledore! I want to accuse Murphy Darkholme! He violated the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy! He sold potions to Muggles!"

The judges on the bench looked at Murphy again, and there was a buzz of discussion in the whole courtroom.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Dumbledore finally yelled twice, and finally everyone's voices were lowered. He took the tray of the notebook, studied it carefully for a while, and then suddenly poked the notebook with a finger.

"Be careful!" Many people warned.

But the expected terrible black magic did not appear. Dumbledore twisted the paper of the notebook, rubbed it a few times, and then picked it up and flipped through it casually.

After a while, Dumbledore put the notebook down again and looked at Murphy, "Where did you get this notebook?"

(End of Chapter)