Harry Potter: Nsp

He turned the page. Another note: “Light follows loyalty. Test it in danger.”

He followed the fading golden ribbon still glowing faintly from his chest. It pulled him down a seventh-floor corridor, past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, to an alcove he’d never noticed. A house-elf lay crumpled there — Dobby, but not Dobby. An elf Harry didn’t know, wearing a ragged tea towel, bleeding from a gash on its head. harry potter nsp

The golden light from Harry’s chest flickered toward the elf. He turned the page

Harry smiled. He didn’t know who the Prince was yet. But he knew one thing: whoever he was, he’d once been a lonely boy who learned that magic isn’t power. wearing a ragged tea towel

Harry lifted the elf gently. “What’s your name?”