Chapter 663: Snape’s Special Ability
Although it wasn't signed by Dumbledore, Snape's name was just as effective.
Five minutes before dinner, Snape entered the Great Hall, accompanied by a House-elf.
Perhaps due to the exhaustion of his relentless Occlumency lessons, Harry had developed an uncanny awareness of Snape's presence. Almost instinctively, he looked up the moment Snape walked in.
What caught his attention, however, wasn't just Snape—it was the House-elf beside him.
"Dobby?" Harry called out hesitantly once Snape had left.
The elf bore a striking resemblance to the one Harry had encountered in his second year: the Malfoys' former servant, who had gone to great lengths to protect him. But Harry wasn't entirely sure.
Back then, Dobby had worn only a grimy, torn tea towel. Now, this House-elf's attire was a stark contrast.
The elf sported a hand-knitted, wide-brimmed hat that covered his oversized ears and carried a pristine brown suitcase. His well-fitted jacket was stylish and practical, with numerous sturdy pockets in various shapes, resembling the durable fabric of Charlie's dragon keeper uniform. The boots he wore, polished and robust, appeared to be crafted from dragon-hide—or so Harry speculated. For a moment, he found it hard to believe a House-elf could be wearing something so extravagant.
All House-elves looked somewhat alike to Harry, which made him uncertain—until the elf waved excitedly at him and squeaked in a familiar, high-pitched voice:
"Mr. Harry Potter, sir! Dobby is so happy you remember Dobby!"
"It really is you," Harry said, astonished. "But... why are you with Snape? Are you working for him now?"