"Give the word Master, and Dobby will hide the entrance so no-one is finding it!"
"Very well, but leave me a clue of some sort." Herwald ordered, smiling wryly at the elf due to past experiences "It won't do me any good if I can't find the damn entrance, will it?"
"Of course, Master!" Dobby agreed, the little elf saluting his master once more, before vanishing with a crack, no doubt already at the entrance, which Herwald had little doubt would be so well hidden not even Hagrid, who knew the grounds like the beard on his face, would be able to find it.
"Even after all these years it STILL unnerves me how easily they can do that…" Mordred muttered, the Servant eyeing the spot Dobby had previously occupied with a hint of trepidation and discomfort "Even Merlin rarely used his Magics to teleport, and even then it was never as smoothly or as quick."
"As you said, House Elves are Creatures of Magic." Herwald pointed out, smirking at the Spectral Knight even as she shook her head. "In a way they're not unlike my family's homunculi, they're more akin to living magic circuits than Magi."