Chapter 140 Dobby is free!
Dobby stared with big green eyes, looking at the small set of clothes in front of him in disbelief.
This is a small dress suit - a white shirt, a black jacket, thin trousers, and a matching small top hat. It can be said that "a sparrow is small but has all the internal organs."
The dress seems to fit very well. In other words, this can be called the first tailor-made house elf dress in the wizarding world - its size data is based on Narcissa Malfoy's magical tape measure. than measured.
For this reason, Narcissa decided not to use this soft ruler to measure clothes anymore...
"The master gave Dobby a set of clothes," the house elf said with a trembling voice as he took the dress, feeling particularly excited, "The master gave Dobby the clothes!"
"I understand, you don't have to repeat it twice!" Lucius gritted his teeth and said, "Take your clothes and leave before I change my mind!"
Although Lucius Malfoy is a typical pureblood who ignores house elves, his house elves are not blown by the strong wind.
Magical creatures like house elves are not something you can hire if you have money.
Magical families that can have house elves are either high-ranking people with a very high social status in the magical world, or pure bloods with a long family history and inheritance. Only a few wizards can rely on luck to pick up those who are alone and have been abandoned. A house elf abandoned by his master.
Moreover, as they are naturally good at doing housework and using all kinds of magic, they do not need any salary or salary at all, and they can handle the things that the wizard tells them to do in an orderly manner, and rarely dissatisfy their masters.
This rare magical creature, even in the wealthy Malfoy family, there is currently only one Dobby.
Lucius' heart was bleeding when he handed the clothes to Dobby!
Dobby subconsciously looked at Dracula, who single-handedly led this matter, and saw the handsome professor nodding to him with a chuckle.
So, Dobby made up his mind and took over the exquisite and compact dress from Lucius.
"Dobby - Dobby is free!" Dobby shouted excitedly.
He was so excited that he started crying.
Big tears flowed from his big eyes, across his pointed, long nose, and dripped from the tip of his nose.
Dobby cried bitterly while carefully protecting his first set of clothes, not letting his tears stain this exquisite dress.
"Lucius, how bad do you usually treat him?" Dracula looked at Lucius Malfoy with a stiff expression in surprise, "Can a house elf who has left his master be so happy? , this is not something ordinary people can do, right?"
Lucius coughed dryly and avoided Dracula's gaze awkwardly.
Lucius couldn't help but be embarrassed by Dobby's performance.
Because house elves are one of the most obedient magical creatures and have the deepest feelings for wizards, they are often not very happy when they get clothes.
Because gaining freedom also means that they have been abandoned by their master and become an elf that no one wants. Not only is this not a relief for the house elves, but it also represents a shame, a sign of incompetence, and will be looked down upon by fellow house elves.
Even many house elves who have been abused do not blame their masters and feel sad when they are given clothes and "fired".
For example, the corpses of house elves that Dracula once saw in the house of the Black family - the pure-blood wizards of the Black family are accustomed to cutting off the heads of dead house elves and hanging them on the stairs. on the wall next to it.
However, the Black family's actions did not arouse the resentment of the house elves, but were regarded by elves like Kreacher as the greatest honor in their lives...
The deformity of the thinking of magical creatures like house elves is evident.
Because of this, Dobby's behavior is even more strange.
Anyone can see that Dobby's current expression is clearly that he is so happy that he is crying with joy. He has absolutely no reluctance or infatuation that a serious house elf would have for his master, but only the joy of being free!
Lucius had raised such a unique house elf, so he was naturally ashamed, and even more speechless when faced with Dracula's questioning.
"Lucius, if you really want to escape from Voldemort, let me give you a piece of advice -" Dracula stood up, slowly took a step forward, and stared into Lucius's gray eyes, "Those who rule under Voldemort Put away the habits left behind during this period and your so-called bad behavior as a noble."
Dracula said softly, "I can't stand it."
The cold sweat on Lucius's body instantly soaked the clothes on his back, and his face became paler than usual.
"I understand, Professor Dracula." He lowered his head, bent his knees involuntarily, then straightened them forcefully, suppressing his habitual move of kneeling down to beg for mercy.
"Very good, it seems you do understand." Dracula raised the corner of his mouth, drank all the wine in the goblet, and then placed the wine glass casually on the long table next to him, making a crisp sound.
Lucius picked up the wine bottle with a discerning eye and refilled Dracula with a glass of bright red wine.
Dracula smiled with satisfaction, pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up the slender stem of the cup again and shook it gently.
The bright red wine swirled in the glass, and the vortex on the liquid surface shattered the reflections of Dracula and Lucius, and the color of the wine gradually became darker.
Lucius stared blankly at his messy figure in the wine, as if he saw his complicated mood.
"Tell me, what compensation do you want?"
Dracula's voice interrupted Lucius's chaotic thoughts, "After all, I have caused you to lose a precious house elf. You can think carefully about what compensation you need."
Lucius was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say some cliches for rejection, such as "Being able to help Professor Dracula is the best reward", "Working for Professor Dracula is what I should do" and so on speak.
He often said these words when facing the Dark Lord, and he couldn't be more skillful.
However, just as he was about to say those polite words, Lucius suddenly saw this scene in his sight——
The same Malfoy Manor living room, the same seats, but the scene was not as magnificent as it is now, but instead very dark and gloomy.
A hoarse, deep voice sounded from the seat at the front of the living room.
"You did a good job, Lucius." The figure with scarlet eyes and a snake-like cold gaze said coldly, "I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. Tell me, do you have any rewards you want?"
"Being able to serve my master is the reward I want most!" Lucius said in a flattering tone, speaking out the clichés he had said countless times before without any hesitation.
However, this time, he didn't seem as lucky as usual.
"I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea," Voldemort cracked his mouth and showed a ferocious smile, "Let your son join the Death Eaters, Lucius."
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Lucius suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Dracula who was shaking the wine glass in front of him, and swallowed the cliche that he almost blurted out in his throat.
"Professor Dracula, I do have a merciless request." He took a deep breath and changed his words.
"Tell me about it." Dracula looked at the wine glass in his hand and replied casually.
"I have a son who is studying at Hogwarts..." Lucius said thoughtfully, "If it is convenient, please look after him a little more."
After saying this, Lucius raised his head and looked at Dracula, hoping to discern his wishes from his expression.
Dracula stopped shaking the wine glass, turned his head slightly in surprise, and looked at Lucius's worried expression.
"Draco Malfoy, right? I remember him." Dracula chuckled, "It's a very simple thing. Are you sure you want me to take this small thing as compensation for you?"
"No, Professor Dracula, Draco is not a small thing to me." Lucius said, "He is the most important thing in Narcissa and I's life."
"Okay, I understand." Dracula stood up from the chair, still holding the stem of the goblet.
He strolled towards the open space in front of the living room and waved to Dobby, who was still wiping tears excitedly.
Dobby hurriedly hugged his own little dress and ran to Dracula's side with small steps.
A dark moon quietly emerged from behind Dracula. The moonlight was cold, but it illuminated the resplendent living room of Malfoy Manor dimly.
Dracula shook the wine glass gently and walked into the moonlight with the elf——
"Don't worry, I will take good care of Draco."
Dracula's voice disappeared along with the moonlight, and the lights in the hall became bright again, and the light shone into Lucius's gray hole.
Lucius suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the back of the seat.
He knew that his actions today were finally not in vain——
Since Dracula agreed to take care of Draco, it meant that he did not mind providing some protection to the descendants of the Malfoy family, and Draco would no longer be forced to become a Death Eater.
In this way, even if Voldemort is resurrected and returns, even if Lucius angers the cruel Dark Lord, the Malfoy family will not cut off all inheritance...
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The dark moonlight shone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Dracula shook his glass and walked out of the moonlight. Beside him was a house elf holding a small dress.
Unlike the weather in Wiltshire, England, where Malfoy Manor is located, it still rains heavily in the Scottish Highlands, where Hogwarts is located.
Along with the strong wind, the raindrops slapped on the window glass of the office, streaking across the water traces that resembled the lake.
Dracula leaned against the cold window, took a sip of wine, and turned to look at Dobby, who had just stopped crying.
"Finally stopped crying?" he asked.
"Dobby...Dobby is just too excited!" Dobby wiped his eyes again, rubbed his wet palms on the old pillowcase he was wearing, and held the little dress in his arms very preciously. He raised his head and looked at Dracula.
"Thank you, Mr. Dracula, for liberating Dobby!" He said gratefully in a harsh and sharp voice, "Mr. Dracula, you have liberated Dobby! You and Harry, who defeated the Dark Lord, As great as Potter!"
Dracula chuckled and shook his head.
He didn't expect that even if he set Dobby free, he would only reach the level of Harry Potter. One can imagine how high the status of his savior student is in the mind of the house elf!
‘That is to say...before I rescued Dobby, my status was not as high as any of my students? ’ He shrugged dumbfounded.
"Dobby, I'm actually very curious." Dracula then looked at Dobby and asked curiously, "As a house elf, why do you yearn for freedom so much? It's just because Lucius and the others don't treat you well. Okay?"
"Because... Dobby is a unique house elf!" A bright smile suddenly broke out on the elf's ugly brown-red face, revealing a mouth full of teeth. "Dobby has never been willing to be submissive like other elves, and Dobby also I never want to go back to the past and live under that rule that cannot be named!"
"So Dobby wants to be a free house elf!"
At this point, Dobby became excited and jumped up and down.
"But if Dobby is still under the control of his master, then Dobby will never be able to become a free elf..." He said, "Fortunately, the great Mr. Dracula helped Dobby gain freedom!"
"Then you are really an independent house elf." Dracula chuckled, "What should this be called, a progressive elf in the new century in the magical world?"
"It's not as exaggerated as Mr. Dracula said..." Dobby lowered his head in embarrassment and whispered, "Dobby... Dobby is just doing what he wants to do."
"Then what are your plans next, Dobby?" Dracula asked thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, in all my years of living, I have never seen a free house elf. I don't know. What can you do..."
"Sir, Dobby has already thought about it." Dobby's eyes widened, and the look in his eyes was slightly sad, "Dobby is going to wear new clothes to meet the great Harry Potter. Apologize to him personally... Dobby almost made Harry Potter fall off his broom and nearly break his bones..."
"Harry Potter will never forgive the very bad Dobby..."
Dobby lowered his head, his expression becoming a little lonely.
"On the contrary, I think Potter will forgive you." Dracula said with a smile.
At this time, he had already taken out the title deed of Hogwarts and saw what the little wizards were doing all over the castle——
The Quidditch match had just been completed a few hours ago, and the celebrations that followed were far from over.
Countless little wizards wearing red collared school robes gathered together in the Gryffindor common room, surrounding a little wizard wearing round glasses in the middle, celebrating the Gryffindor team lively. The record of defeating Slytherin.
Among them, two red-haired twins also set off two huge fireworks in the common room, filling the entire space with firelight.
The person wearing the prefect badge was another red-haired student. He arrived at the scene in time, used a water-making spell to extinguish the flames caused by the fireworks, and then started chasing the twins around...
"Dobby, you can go to Gryffindor's dormitory in a while." Dracula smiled with interest and said to Dobby, "The Harry Potter you are thinking about is in the common room. There’s a celebration party!”
"I'm very tired from the game in the morning. By the time their banquet is almost over, Potter will probably go back to his dormitory to take a nap. Then you can go to his dormitory to seek his forgiveness."
Dracula gave Dobby an encouraging look.
"Having just won the ball game, Potter must be in a good mood, and you don't have any bad intentions. According to his character, he shouldn't make things difficult for you."
Hearing Dracula's comfort, Dobby's expression became much happier and his mood became cheerful.
"It would be great if Harry Potter could really forgive Dobby!" He smiled brightly, and his big pointed ears stood up. "When the great Harry Potter forgives Dobby, Dobby Then you can go find a job with peace of mind!”
"Wait, what did you mean... looking for a job?" Dracula twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Dobby with great confusion, "You have just become a free elf, why are you looking for a job in the blink of an eye?"
Dobby's unique brain circuit is indeed fun enough, but it always makes Dracula a little unable to keep up.
"No, Dobby is a free house elf, but not a lazy, passive house elf!" Dobby seriously told Dracula the differences between the two types of house elves, "A house elf cannot live without a job. , the life of a house elf without a job is meaningless!"
"So you want to find another master?" Dracula frowned.
If Dobby really gave Dracula a positive answer, it would only mean that he had misjudged this maverick elf. This also means that Dracula's interest in Dobby will no longer exist.
Dracula naturally did not want this unique house elf in the history of magic to be freed voluntarily to find a master again.
Fortunately, Dobby did not disappoint Dracula.
"Dobby doesn't want to find another master." Dobby said a little coyly, "Dobby wants to find a real job...the kind that can get a salary!"
"A house elf who needs a salary?" Dracula's eyes lit up and he suddenly became interested. "How about you give me a job, two hundred galleons a month and ten days of vacation. Is this salary acceptable?"
However, what Dracula didn't expect was that Dobby suddenly screamed loudly:
"Mr. Dracula is looking down on Dobby!"
"Don't you think it's enough?" Dracula frowned slightly.
The salary he gave is already a pretty good salary in the wizarding world. I'm afraid even the Minister of Magic may not have such a high salary.
"No! This salary is too high and will make Dobby feel ashamed!" Dobby said loudly.
Dracula: "..."
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