A pillar of flames burst to life, whirling in heatless blue. It only lasted a few moments before fading away, revealing…
A tall person with long, flowing blond hair, and long ears that tapered to a point far behind his head. Eyes of glowing green seemed to radiate a magical energy that Dumbledore could feel from his place beside the Goblet. The young person was dressed in a red and gold robe that appeared to be made of silk or some similar material. Bands of gold filigree wrapped around his wrists and a large amulet adorned his neck.
Before Dumbledore could say something to the young… person, the person tsked. “Hmph. Humans. How quant. Who would have thought they could come up with something that could summon me directly from Quel’thalas. Still…” He paused a moment, that glowing gaze sweeping over the suddenly quiet great hall. “It would seem as if either the people here weren’t prepared for my summoning… or perhaps…” He trailed off before sighing.
Reaching up, the young person framed his face with his hands before sweeping them backwards. As his hands trailed over him, his appearance wavered and changed. Blond hair darkened to black, though it was still every bit as long as before. The ears shrank to a more human standard. While the eyes remained as green, their glow faded, though without completely diminishing. Ever more startling to the Headmaster, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt faded into existence above one of those glowing eyes.
Dumbledore blinked before offering a grandfatherly smile. “Harry?”
The young man turned to regard the Headmaster before inclining his head. “It has been many years since anyone called me Harry. Now I go by the name of Harri’tor Theron. My father officially adopted me roughly five years ago.”
The Headmaster suppressed the urge to frown at the strange sounding name, along with the news of an adoption, one he hadn’t heard of. There were too many things that didn’t add up about the boy.
“Perhaps we can move this conversation to my office?”
Harry nodded his head and motioned for the Headmaster to proceed him. Dumbledore kept the smile adorning his face as he gathered up several of his Professors with a glance, while motioning to others to settle down the students who were starting to stir, given the ones who had overheard him and Harry speaking and sharing that information with their fellow students.
***
“That is quite the fanciful tale, Harry.”
Harry frowned. “I would prefer if you could call me by the name I have grown used to. Harri’tor. The name Harry is from a time I would rather not remember.”
“Typical Potter arrogance. Just like his father.”
Turning that frown onto the human who had spoken, Harry replied, “I don’t believe you know my father, human. He is Lor’themar Theron, Regent Lord of Quel’thalas, and you will speak of him with respect.”
The human in question scoffed and turned towards the man who had introduced himself as Headmaster Dumbledore. “Headmaster, we don’t need to sit here and listen to this drivel. Let me retrieve my veritaserum and I’ll get the truth of how the boy got his name into the goblet.”
From the gasp from one of the females in the room, this ‘veritaserum’ was either proscribed or in some way not a normally used substance. With the way the man who had been scowling and glaring the entire meeting, it was clear that there was some sort of issue with the man, though Harry was at a loss as to what it could be, having never met the man before.
Headmaster Dumbledore shook his head. “Now Severus, I’m sure the boy means well. It will take some time but I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of things.”
“I too, would love to get to the bottom of things. I was in the middle of several experiments when you summoned me here, some of which were very delicate. I need to get back to them quickly.”
The one named Severus sneered when he turned back to Harry. “Show some respect, boy. Your betters are speaking.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed, their green depths burning brighter as he felt some of his control slipping for a moment. “I have no betters, human. Especially not one who would return courtesy with discourtesy. If you cannot even maintain decorum to such a small degree, I would ask that you excuse yourself from these discussions.”
Dumbledore tried to intercede. “Now, my boy, Severus here has my complete trust.” At the same time, Severus stood from his chair, sweeping his robes behind him as he reached into his pocket for what appeared to be a wand. “It would appear that you need some lessons in discipline, Potter.”
With the man having drawn a weapon, it would appear that the time for diplomacy had ended. While it only appeared that one of the humans was hostile, he made sure to keep an eye on each of them, mentally preparing a blast wave as he cast fire blast at his attacker.
The fire blast knocked the human off his feet before he could get off an attack and Harry started casting a fireball to follow up when the human regained his feet. He almost launched that fireball at the Headmaster when he heard a quick chanting behind him. The chant ended far too quickly and a shimmering wall of force blinked into existence between Harry and Severus.
“That is enough!” The Headmaster’s smile was gone as he gazed at Harry from over the top of his glasses, wand held pointed between the two combatants. Harry kept his attention on Dumbledore’s eyes, though he kept the wand in mind as well. “Harry, I’m ashamed of you, attacking a professor like that.”
“And I can’t believe that you were just going to let one of your professors attack me. Do not blame me for being faster than him.” Harry scowled at the Headmaster. “Back home his life would have been forfeit had he succeeded in his attack, nor am I one to allow myself to be attacked for no reason.”
“I’m sure Severus had no intention of actually harming you.”
“When one points a weapon at you, you do not wait to see their intentions. They have already shown themselves to be hostile.”
“Harry, my boy, you cannot just attack a professor like that, no matter what the provocation.”
Harry blinked at the Headmaster. “Are you telling me I should have just allowed that human to attack me?”
Dumbledore shook his head, then reached up to stroke his beard. “I’m sure that Severus never intended you any harm, Harry.”
Harry scowled. “Once again, Headmaster, I ask that you use my name, Harri’tor. And as for your assurances regarding Severus, I take no chances with anyone who would point a weapon at me, especially after saying that I need lessons in discipline.”
“I told you, Headmaster. Arrogant. Just like his father.”
Harry’s gaze snapped from the Headmaster to the human who had picked himself up and brushed himself off. His robes appeared to have not been damaged at all, though perhaps some of his hair had been singed. Must have some type of fireproof enchantment on the robes.
“I will only give you this last warning, human. Disparage my father again and you will face me in battle.”
Severus scoffed before pocketing his wand, then folding his arms across his chest. “Headmaster, do we really have to put up with this child dictating terms to us.”
The Headmaster sighed before turning back to Harry. “Severus does have a point Har… Harri’tor. Your behavior has been quite unreasonable.”
Harry’s own arms crossed his chest. “Up until I was interrupted and insulted by Severus, I have been nothing but courteous in our proceedings. The other professors here can attest to that.” He uncrossed his arms for a moment to sweep a hand towards the three other humans occupying the room. “However, I do believe that with the discussion having broken down at this point, that we would all be best served to resume tomorrow. If you will have someone show me to the exit and pointed in the direction of the nearest inn, I shall procure lodgings. I assume you take gold here.”
Dumbledore settled into his chest, his wand having disappeared. Folding his arms over his belly, he looked at Harry overtop his glasses. “I’m afraid that things aren’t quite so simple, my boy. You see, your summoning was part of a choosing of champions for a competition. A competition that you are now magically contracted to partake in, lest you lose your magic.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“The artifact that summoned you, The Goblet of Fire, forms a contract with each champion, ensuring that they compete, at the cost of their magic should they fail to do so.”
Harry scowled. “You mean to tell me that a magical artifact that I have never before seen or heard of can somehow force a magical contract upon me, one that binds to my very magic.”
“I’m afraid so.”
“I see. However, my words of earlier still stand. We would be best served to continue this on the morrow, especially in light of this new news. We will be speaking more of it. However, in the meantime…” Harry stood and ran his hands over his features, once again returning to the appearance he had when he had been summoned, with his blond hair, impossible ears and eyes, and lack of a scar. “This is the appearance I have grown used to and I shall be using it from now on. Now, let’s figure out my lodgings.”
***
Harry finished securing the entrance to his lodgings. While he may not have understood the magic of this world, his own should be sufficient to protect his privacy. Once satisfied with his preparations, he retreated to the desk, drawing forth a sphere of crystal from his inventory.
The sphere ignited to life, floating above his hand for a moment before disappearing within the image of a blood elf with white hair and a scar going over one white eye. The elf locked his eye on Harry before nodding. “Harri’tor, it seems you survived whatever it is that engulfed you in flames.”
“Yes, Father. It was a summoning of sorts, one that apparently dragged me back to the world of my birth. The humans of this world appear to not be aligned with the Alliance in any manner that I’ve been able to see, though I reserve judgment until I have seen more of this world. However, there appear to be more complications than just my summoning.”
Harry took a moment to explain about the Goblet and what he’d learned in his brief discussion with the Headmaster, as well as the plan to go over more details in the morning. Lor’themar nodded slowly during the explanation.
“It seems you have been drawn into a plot of these humans. You know that humans cannot be trusted.”
Harry tsked. “As if you need to remind me of that, considering all the times our dealings with them have fallen apart.”
Lor’themar once again nodded. “Indeed, my son.” He closed his eyes for a moment before sighing. “I’m working with our best mages here but we aren’t having any luck piercing through whatever magic was used to summon you. While we feel like we’ve isolated the world you’ve been taken to, especially with the link to the sphere guiding us, the spell forms are telling us you would just be summoned again. I imagine it is this Goblet you mentioned that is the link keeping or bringing you to that world.”
“That was my thinking as well. I considered just turning the thing to slag, but I am unsure what that would do to my magic. If the thing has truly latched some kind of contract or curse onto me, there would be consequences. I’m not prepared to risk that, at this time. I’ll know more tomorrow and will contact you again.”
The magic in Lor’themar’s good eye intensified. “Be safe, my son. I would not have you perish to these humans when our humans have failed to do so on so many occasions.”
Harry smirked. “Do not worry, father. If need be, I’ll bring the entire building down in flames.”
***
“You look ridiculous.”
Harry turned away from examining the Goblet to consider the human with the long, blond hair and two over grown humans at his back. Drawing himself to his full height, he looked down on the human. “And what would you know of it, human?”
The human frowned then scowled. “I know what looks ridiculous, and it’s you. Those ears are silly and so are your eyebrows. You look like some type of tall elf.”
Raising an eyebrow, Harry replied, “I didn’t think you had elves in this world.”
“The elves here know their place, pathetic creatures that they are.” The human pointed at a spot on the ground. “I need a Hogwarts elf here.”
The creature that appeared looked more like an imp than anything. Harry recoiled at the sight of the pathetic creature. This is what passed for elves in this world? No wonder the human was so dismissive and judgmental.
“You is calling for a Hogwarts Elf?”
Before the human could say anything, Harry pointed an imperial finger at the creature. “Tell me, creature. What are you?”
The creature appeared bewildered, its ears wilting, wringing its hands together. “I is a house elf, wizard sir. What else would Is be?”
Ignoring the humans, Harry focused his entire attention on the so called elf. “A house elf, you say? How is it that you came to be as you are? I can feel great magic within you.”
The house elf continued to wring its hands. “House elves have always been as we are, great wizard.”
Harry scoffed and pointed, magic gathering around his hand and forming a series of rings around the house elf. There was a feeling of something locked within the creature, something bound, something that struggled for freedom. Latching onto that something, he dragged it into the light. A faint aura of flames engulfed him as he struggled against whatever magic it was that he was feeling.
Finally, what appeared to be a black mass pulled free of the house elf. Eyes blazing green fire, Harry clenched his fist and fire engulfed the blackness. There was a screaming that pierced the air and the elf staggered before collapsing. Harry wasn’t far behind, clutching at the pedestal holding the Goblet to keep himself erect.
The sound of gasps from the humans dragged Harry’s attention back to them. He saw them standing with slack jaws, their eyes locked on the floor. Following their gazes, he found the house elf, or at least what he assumed was the former house elf.
The creature had grown, though it was still far short of true elven height, at perhaps four feet tall, though it was hard to judge properly with it hunched over on the floor like that. Its features had smoothed out, the ears firming, and hair long, lustrous, and as blond as Harry’s own.
“Now that is a more proper elf.” Harry nodded in satisfaction to himself. Suddenly, he felt more magical signatures focus on the room before more of the stunted elves appeared.
“Oi! Potter! What have you done?”
Harry scowled. Ah yes. The humans. Turning back to them, he replied, “I’ve broken the curse that was placed upon this poor elf. Whatever it was had bound it to that form, as well as locked away much of its magic. I can feel that same curse upon these others and I shall break them all free. No elf shall remain bound to another in such a manner.”
“Oi, oi! You can’t do that! They’re just slaves!”
Harry’s eyes narrowed, their glow brighter and practically dripping flames. “Slaves, you say? All the more reason to free them.”
Turning his back on the humans, he focused on each elf in turn, with each curse breaking growing easier as he grew more familiar with the spell he had created and with the curse he was destroying. Those elves who had been freed from their prison earlier were slowly coming to, their faces a mixture of awe and confusion as they gathered around Harry and talked among themselves. Their speech also seemed to have improved from whatever strained language structure had originally been forced upon them by the curse.
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“Potter! I’m talking to you! Stop ignoring me!”
Harry could feel the human gathering himself for an attack, but he was in the middle of crushing another curse. Mentally cursing, he prepared to take the spell to the back, hoping the protections on his robes proved sufficient. He really should have gotten better at parallel casting.
“You will not hurt him!” A small voice spoke up a moment before there was the sound of splintering wood. Harry finished his spell and turned to see the human sprawled in the remains of a table, while several of the rescued elves stood protectively between the human and Harry. The short elf had its hand upraised as if it had just snapped its fingers.
Harry felt the hints of a smile tug at his lips. So these elves had some fire within them as well. “I thank you for your protection, my friends. I believe we would be better off moving these proceedings to my quarters, rather than here in the grand hall. Come, let us be off. And if there are any others of your kind who need my help breaking this curse, summon them to us as well. There is much to do.”
Walking through the doors, he passed the Headmaster rushing into the room. Just before the doors closed, he heard, “Oh Harry, what have you done…”
***
“Well I don’t know much about other giant races, but the giants here are just a bit misunderstood. Why, my brother Grawp wouldn’t hurt a soul. Gentle he is.”
Harry nodded slowly before taking a sip of the tea from the mug that Hagrid had provided him. He ignored the so-called biscuit as best he could while continuing to interview the half-giant. It surprised him to discover the existence of the giant races. He had hoped that he might find more counterparts to the members of the Horde after discovering the cursed elves. Unfortunately, there were no others that he could learn of. While Hagrid had been a gold mine of information about the various non-human races that inhabited this world, only the centaurs seemed to be close to the ones of his world, though vastly different in temperament.
“Why, giants are just as easy to handle as dragons if you know the trick. The ones in the forest have been a delight to have. I’m glad they brought them for the tournament.”
Harry barely kept himself from dropping the mug. “They brought dragons for the tournament?”
Hagrid looked down at his own mug, more like a bowl in Harry’s opinion. “I shouldna said that.”
***
Harry stood across the arena from the dragon, maintaining his distance. The green light of his eyes blazed brightly as first one, then two, then a third fireball ignited to surround him. They slowly circled him as he waved his hands in an elaborate pattern.
“You are indeed majestic, dragon, and rightly to be feared by the people of this world.”
Fire began to coalesce between Harry’s hands, forming a sphere that slowly grew in size, all while dripping what appeared to be molten flame.
“However, I have fought dragons before. I have stood across from the dragons of my world and seen their majesty and their terrible fury. They are among the most powerful beings in my world.”
Pushing his hands forward, Harry unleashed his spell. The massive fireball slowly, ponderously headed towards the dragon, who hissed and spat its own fire at the approaching spell. Harry’s fireball seemed to absorb the incoming firebreath and only grew larger.
“You, however, my fine beast, are not their equal.”
The pyroblast smashed into the dragon, engulfing it in flames for a brief moment before the arena became obscured with smoke. Screams could be heard from the hidden dragon, as well as Harry’s voice somehow piercing through noise.
“Those dragons died before my magic… and so shall you.”
***
“Harry, my boy, there was no need to slay the poor creature. All you had to do was retrieve the egg.”
Harry glared at the Headmaster. “I’ll not leave a foe at my back before I loot. And while I’m not sure of my capacity to incapacitate a dragon, I am confident in my ability to kill one. If you hadn’t wanted it slain, you should have made that part of the conditions for victory.” The glare changed to a scowl. “And I’ve asked you, repeatedly, to call me Harri’tor.”
Dumbledore sighed and nodded slowly. “Quite right, my boy, quite right. Do forgive an old man his mistakes, Harri’tor.” Leaning back in his chair, he looked at Harry from above his glasses. “I suppose it was never imagined that a single student would be able to seriously injure a dragon, so there was no need to ban killing one.”
Harry scoffed. “Did one of the other champions not disfigure their dragon with a cutting curse across the eyes?”
Shaking his head slightly, Dumbledore sighed again. “Alas, that poor dragon. Who knew that Durmstrang would teach such a dangerous version of the cutting curse.” Weaving his hands together over his belly, he continued, “The dragon handlers are asking to be compensated for their lost dragon.”
Harri’tor shook his head. “I wish them luck in that. It should have been considered when they allowed their dragons to be used in a competition that has had casualties in the past.” Folding his arms across his chest, he returned to glaring at the Headmaster. “Was there anything else you needed from me, Professor?”
Dumbledore sighed again. “No, Harri’tor, you’re free to go. Though perhaps you might give thought to the next event.”
Harri’tor stood. “Next event? Don’t you mean task?”
There was a sudden twinkle in the old man’s eyes. “I do mean event, my boy. We will be hosting a Yule Ball, and as one of the champions, you will be required to bring an escort.”
Making his way towards the office door, Harry merely nodded. “Very well. I shall take that into consideration. Thank you for telling me.”
***
“And you’re sure the spell will work in this world?”
Harri’tor smirked at the communication sphere. “Of course, father. I’ve already summoned her twice to ensure that it would work. I’m thankful to the warlocks for having taught me the spell, though I never anticipated it being used in such a manner.”
The image of Lor’themar shook its head. “It will definitely be something to tell them about when you return home.”
***
“Mr. Theron, where is your partner?”
Harri’tor nodded his head to the Transfiguration Mistress. “I just need to summon her, Professor. One moment.”
Minerva mouthed the word summon to herself as she watched the young man disguised as what he called a “blood elf” speaking in a language she wasn’t familiar with. It certainly wasn’t any spell she knew of. Some sort of circle of light appeared on the floor next to Harri’tor. She stepped back, reaching into her robes to clutch her wand as some sort of creature slowly rose up through the circle.
She had horns, wings, and a tail, and was dressed in the most outlandish outfit. McGonagall’s lips pursed into a scowl at the sound of a whip crack from the creature, though it made no other aggressive move. She’d heard of monsters summoned over the years but never would she imagined one in Hogwarts, let alone summoned by a student.
“This is Anavere. She is a succubus, a being from another dimension, who has agreed to accompany me this night.”
Harri’tor offered the creature the crook of his arm. She took it with a coquettish laugh, her hooves clicking on the stone floors.
“Very well. I trust you to keep her in line. Or I shall.”
“Of course, Professor.”
***
The cannon signaling the start of the second task blasted out and three of the champions made their way into the Black Lake, their various charms in place. Harri’tor took another look at the surface of the lake before shaking his head. These people were truly idiots.
“Mr. Potter, are you not getting into the water? What of your hostage?”
Harri’tor turned a scowl on the human, the one called Ludo. “This is the third time I have had to remind you of my name, Mr. Bagman. It is Harri’tor Theron. I will not remind you again.”
“Yes, of course, of course. Uh… about your hostage?”
With a sigh, Harri’tor turned to face the human. “What hostage would that be, Mr. Bagman? There is no one in this world who I care for. Even Amavere is a mere summons, who you people would not have been able to contact regardless. You lack the spells and the knowledge of her identity in the other dimensions.”
Lugo wrung his hands together. “It wasn’t your, uh, companion… from the Yule Ball. It’s one of the Hogwarts Elves. Dumbledore assured us that you held some type of affection for the creature.”
Harri’tor’s eyes narrowed at the same time their green light flared. “Have you not caused them enough suffering?” Scowl deepening, he turned from the human back to the lake, searching for something, he knew not what. Tsking, he called out, “Would a Hogwarts Elf please join me?”
With a sharp crack, a lithe figure in a suit with pointed ears and flowing blond hair. Had they not been a mere four feet tall they could have been mistaken for a cousin to Harri’tor. “You called, Master Harri’tor?”
Harri’tor’s scowl softened into a gentle smile as he shook his head. “I’ve told you before, there is no need to call me Master. Your people are free of the curse. Anyway, it would appear that one of your fellows was taken as a hostage and placed at the bottom of the lake. As I do not possess the necessary magic nor access to my normal potions that allow me to deal with underwater environs, I was hoping that you would rescue whoever it is that was placed at the bottom of the lake.”
The short elf frowned before nodding. “Of course, Master Harri’tor. I shall return.” With a sharp crack the elf disappeared, only to return moments later with not one hostage, but all four. Three human children, only two of which Harri’tor vaguely recognized, with the other clearly too young to be a Hogwarts student. The final hostage was one of the elves, the first one he had freed from the curse.
At this point the various judges for the task had hurried over. Dumbledore appeared to sigh while the man from Durmstrang looked positively livid.
“Oh Harri’tor, my boy. What have you done?”
***
The world had devolved into fire. Hedges burned all around him as Harri’tor stalked his prey.
From the moment he had stepped into the Maze for the final task of the Tournament, something or someone had seemed to drive him ever deeper. At first he had been content to just wait within the first row of hedges for one of the other contestants to win, knowing that his participation was all that was required by the Goblet to satisfy the requirements. Once the task was over, he would be returned home.
The hedges had begun to close behind and around him. He had originally just ignored the hedges, until they grew thorns and tore at his robes. Moving away was simple, as the hedges didn’t grow quickly, just steadily. Then he encountered various monsters that tried to herd him in certain directions. Most of those monsters were smoldering corpses now.
One of the contestants, the Durmstrang boy, attempted to curse Harri’tor, corralling him towards the depths of the maze. That boy was unconscious, burnt but alive. He had been tempted to kill the boy, but the human had appeared to be under some type of mind control. He’d recognized the effects from his dealings with shadow priests and the like over the years.
After the monsters had failed to properly motivate Harri’tor, the hedges moved in again, this time quicker and thornier. At that point he had refused to move, instead blasting away at the hedges. That’s when Professor Moody had shown up, shouting that Harri’tor needed to get the cup or that all his work would have been for nothing.
Suddenly it all clicked together. The constant nudges sent his way, the suggestions. Moody was the one who had caused the Goblet to summon him. Moody was the reason he had been torn from his family. Moody was the reason he had been stuck dealing with humans for months. Dealt with their questions, their stares, their incessant need to touch his ears.
Harri’tor responded to Moody’s rants with a fireblast, followed by fireball after fireball, interspersed with every single offensive spell he could think of. Had he not spent years fighting a war of survival, either against the members of the Alliance or against the various monsters of the world, he would have been hard pressed to match the intensity with which the Professor fought. However, they seemed equal in both their casting speed and the variety of spells they threw at each other.
Fortunately, Amavere was able to be summoned during a lull in the fighting and things had turned Harri’tor’s way. Now, together, they were stalking the Professor who had fled further into the maze.
Finally, he reached a clearing, where Moody stood across from the Champion’s Cup. They exchanged spells once again, with Amavere adding her whip. Moody seemed more than ready for her attacks this time, even managing to damage her enough to force her to retreat to her realm to heal.
Some sort of concussive blast had Harri’tor on his knees, struggling to breath.
“You’ve caused me enough trouble, Potter. Time for you to meet the Dark Lord.”
Harri’tor looked up just in time to catch the Champion’s Cup that had been banished towards him. There was a sensation like a tug at his navel and the world around him appeared to scramble and squeeze together. Then the world vanished altogether.
***
“Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe.”
Harri’tor tried to keep silent as he fought for consciousness, a pain in his head and his hand. Feeling himself bound in some manner, he opened his eyes a slit. He could just make out a human he didn’t recognize dripping blood from a dagger into a cauldron. Given the blood he could feel dripping down his palm, he figured the blood on the dagger to be his own. Whatever was in that cauldron would not be to his benefit, given the wording of the spell.
Ignoring the goings on of the human and the cauldron, he instead focused on his magic. While his next spell was usually used defensively, he had been studying and perfecting an alternative, just just such an occasion.
When the human placed some kind of bundle into the cauldron, Harri’tor unleashed his magic, a concentrated blastwave that erupted with a ring of fire and force around him, blasting him free of the tombstone he had been tied to, burning away his bindings, and more importantly, melting the cauldron and whatever had been placed within.
There was a terrible scream from the ruins of the cauldron and a disembodied spirit rushed into the night’s sky. Harri’tor vaguely recognized the spirit that had been found inhabiting his scar before it was sealed away from the blood elves. Though how a spirit could be in multiple places like that he did not know.
The unknown human rolled around on the ground, squealing in pain from the burns that covered most of his body. Harri’tor scowled down at it for a moment before granting it peace with one last fireball.
There was a tug on his magic and a pillar of flame erupted around him. Just as he felt the magic of the Goblet preparing to send him home, he made one last statement.
“Freed Hogwarts Elves, to me! It’s time for us all to go home!”