Chapter 301 The Unknown Elf

Principal Dumbledore was a little depressed.

Aren't we talking about possible dangers in Hogwarts Castle?

Why did you go back to eating while talking?

Don't tell me, it's tea time now.

The house elves graciously served refreshments.

The person who served Robert the donuts was the elf Gudo, whose whole body was shaking like chaff. Robert took the plate with quick eyes and hands to prevent it from becoming a "vegetable waste" again.

Gu Duo was so excited that tears came out, "Me, me, me, this is my first time to successfully deliver tea to the master..."

Robert: "..." Just be happy.

I always feel that this house elf named Gudo has a severe phobia of wizards, and he trembles when he sees people, which cannot be cured.

Hey, wait a minute, why are you panting!

Robert said he was shocked. House elves can also have asthma? !

The kitchen was in chaos for a while.

After a while, Guduo finally came to his senses. It was not asthma, but excessive excitement that caused difficulty breathing.

At this time, Principal Dumbledore and Teacher Deckard had left the kitchen. They were going to look for the missing snake elsewhere and refused Robert's use of searching magic to find the basilisk.

"That kind of existence should be able to sense some peeping magic. You can't use searching magic to find it, Robert." Mr. Principal was extremely serious, "That is very dangerous!"

Robert couldn't tell whether what the principal said was true or whether he was trying to scare people. Since he said that, it must be somewhat possible.

He didn't even ask Professor Trelawney, thinking that the basilisk did have some abilities that were not mentioned in books.

But the current problem is not the runaway basilisk, but Gudo.

Gudo grabbed the corner of Robert's clothes and said tremblingly, "Cheng, there are very scary big guys in the castle, and there is also an unknown elf running around..."

"...I know, big guy. Did you see Professor Dumbledore just now, Mr. Gudo? He is here to investigate the whereabouts of the big guy. If you have any information, you must tell Dumbledore as soon as possible. Professor Lido." Robert looked at these little guys. They were too timid. If they were not asked to help, these timid guys would definitely huddle together and not dare to say anything.

Thinking of this, he patted Gudo on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Mr. Gudo, you are very brave and provided us with a very useful piece of information."

"Really, really?" Gudo's chrysanthemum-like face wrinkled together, looking extremely happy, "I'm very happy that I can help you..."

"Of course! By the way, I have a hairpin here, but it's a bit small and my sister doesn't like it." Robert took out a simple hairpin from the bag and placed it on the dining table. "Christmas is coming soon. I think Mr. Gudo must be lacking a prop to express his love to Ms. Shasha."

Guduo's eyes were a little straight. It seemed that he had never thought that he would be rewarded for just saying one more word. He was trembling and at a loss.

The other house elves gave it envious looks.

"In short, that's it." Robert clapped his hands, "In order to let the wizards and witches in the castle have a safe Christmas, everything is done. Please pay attention to safety! Of course, I will pay more attention to your Christmas gifts. !”

The house elves cheered and dispersed.

Seeing everyone running away, Robert looked at Gudo and asked seriously, "Mr. Gudo, what's going on with the unknown elf?"

"It's just...yesterday...a house elf suddenly came...it was Apparition..." Mr. Gudo sniffed, looking panicked, "Gudo doesn't recognize him...it doesn't look like he's here to apply for a job. The one at work... seems to have been staring at the savior Harry... looking very sad... Gudo doesn't like him..."

Sounds familiar...

Robert had a flash of idea, could it be... Dobby?

Dobby the house elf is a heretic in the elf world, a very unique elf.

He is the only house elf who realizes that his work requires a wage!

Unfortunately, because its ideas were so advanced, both wizards and its kin considered it a heretic.

It was Harry's die-hard supporter and helped him do many things, but unfortunately he died in the war.

But at this time...

Harry was afraid he would be pissed off by it!

"You said...what do you want to borrow?" Robert looked at Hermione with a strange expression. The two of them were hiding in a room next to the school hospital, looking through medical books that had been handed down from unknown times.

Hermione laughed dryly and said, ""Powerful Potion" is in the restricted book area. Mrs. Pince seems to be unwilling for me to borrow that book, so I want to ask, Robert, can you borrow that book?" She said in an expectant tone. Looking at Robert.

"Yes, that's okay." Robert looked at her with a strange look on his face, "But how did you know that I could borrow "Powerful Potion"."

As he spoke, he took out the large book that was about half a foot thick from the cloth belt.

Hermione's eyes widened, "Jesus, how did you borrow it?"

"...I just told Mrs. Pince that I wanted to read some high-end potions books, so she lent them to me..." Robert shrugged, "She said there are many good potions books in the library, so you can use them when you have time. Go ask her to borrow it."

Hermione looked admiring, "Every time I want to borrow a book from the restricted area, Mrs. Pince refuses..."

"Then you must have gone with Harry and Ron." Robert couldn't help but complain, "Don't you know that Mrs. Pince hates Harry the most and Ron second?"

"...Huh?" The little girl looked confused. "Why, the two of them have never done anything like eating books in the library, right? Why does Mrs. Pince hate them?"

"Because Mr. Filch doesn't like them." Robert explained casually, "Harry is because he is too famous, Mr. Filch hates little wizards who live in the spotlight, and Ron is...mouth... It stinks."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "It turns out that Mrs. Pince and Mr. Filch are husband and wife."

As she said that, her face turned red. Could it be...could it be that what Harry and Neville saw that night was...

Suddenly, it became clear why the two guys were slapped.

If it were her, she would definitely also...

No, why would she think about such a thing!

Hermione's whole body felt bad. She seemed to be stuck in some thoughts that she couldn't sort out. Her face was getting redder and redder, and her head started to smoke.

Robert couldn't help but reached out and touched her forehead, and asked doubtfully, "Hey, what's wrong with you, your face is so red all of a sudden?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"