Chapter 213 Dobby's Work and the Crystal Ball Exploded
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
There were a hundred house-elves working in the Hogwarts kitchens, so it was not uncommon for John to have a late-night snack or something.
He basically didn't go there after the third grade.
Today, he suddenly had a whim.
Walking to the kitchen, he skillfully scratched the pear on the fruit painting.
Li Chichi laughed and turned into a very green doorknob.
Opening the door and entering, John heard a shrill cry.
"Get out, you disreputable alien!"
John saw an older house-elf pointing angrily at a familiar fellow.
Taking a closer look, John found that it wasn't Dobby.
A group of house-elves showed no welcome to Dobby, and there was a familiar guy beside Dobby.
"If I remember correctly, it's Winky from old Barty's house." Squinting his eyes, John couldn't figure out why two wild house-elves appeared here.
There was still cursing, all kinds of words coming from the mouths of the other house-elves in the kitchen.
They called Dobby a freak for discrediting house-elves, a filthy fellow who demanded a reward from the Great Wizard.
As a house-elf from the Malfoy family, Dobby was already used to this.
He faces accusations fearlessly, but Winky doesn't have such a good mentality.
Winky cried loudly, from a low voice at first, to a soprano later.
John came in, and the house-elf, who was still scolding Dobby, lowered his voice immediately.
"John Wick."
Dobby ran over full of surprise, waved his hands excitedly, and said, "Dobby knew that one day he would meet John Wick again."
It ran over, and Winky was still crying there.
The house elves who took the lead in scolding Dobby all showed disgust and alienation, and didn't want to have anything to do with Dobby.彡彡威凊
"When did you come, Dobby?"
"Today, sir, Dobby came to work here today. The salary is one Galleon a week, and one day off every month. Professor Dumbledore initially said that he would give me ten Galleons a week. Dobby still bargained for it. Come at this price."
Dobby had lingering fear on his face, as if he would be tortured with the Cruciatus Curse if he charged so much money.
As soon as it said that, the house elves around couldn't help cursing a few more words, as if it wasn't holding a gallon, but a big dung.
Although there are not many Galleons, it is a complete explosion in the world of house elves, let alone a one-month holiday.
This is simply subverting the house-elves' worldview, and the other house-elves curse Dobby and don't want to stay with him.
But the venerable wizard Professor Dumbledore spoke, and they could only accept Dobby, a different kind, to work together.
"Well, I didn't expect that."
Shrugging, John hadn't expected to meet Dobby again.
Winky was still crying, so John could only divert his attention and ask, "How much does Winky get paid?"
As a result, Winky cried even more fiercely, her tears were like a bank breaking, and she screamed: "Winky was kicked out, but Winky hasn't fallen to that level yet."
Well, Dobby, the outlier, is probably the only one among the house-elves.
John isn't a fan of equal rights for house-elves, but he doesn't really want to.
He was in the kitchen, and saw a place that had been wiped spotless. The old house elf said proudly, "That's where Paffie cleans, and it's where Miss Greengrass cooks."
Puffy was the name of an older house-elf.
It seems that for a house-elf, it is a great honor to be able to serve a wizard alone.
The other house elves also looked envious, and John walked over.
There are neatly arranged knives on the table, from the smallest paring knife to various knives, and there is even something similar to a crescent guillotine.
These are spotlessly polished and sharpened every day.
There is also a material area, a variety of fresh fruits, and many meats that are kept alive by magic. There are also various types of flour, and various cereals and nuts are neatly arranged in bottles.
John was dumbfounded seeing it. It is not an exaggeration to say that such a configuration can bring the market in.
He also saw a small notebook that recorded Daphne's cooking notes.
He wanted to open it, but he held back thinking it was Daphne's.
Good friends should not secretly pry into privacy.
Although it may record the source of John's pain.
After turning around, John left the kitchen.
Before leaving, all the house-elves bowed and saw them off.
I don't know, I thought I was going to send John away.
. . .
In the past week of the first project, the heart that was originally fighting the fire dragon was gradually brought back to reality by the course.
At least John was in the corridor, and he could no longer see anyone provoking Filch as a fire dragon, and then he was caught and sent to confinement.
Filch's rejuvenation, don't get me wrong, is not about his love encounters, but his physical fitness.
After being dumped so much that he couldn't see the taillights of the car last school year, Filch worked hard to improve himself, kept exercising his body, and finally broke through the shackles.
In the past, I was panting after climbing the third floor, but now I can go up to the eighth floor without any effort.
John congratulated him, and sent some weighted steel blocks, and sent a pair of shoes with acceleration function.
This made Filch very happy, and caught three little night wizards in one go at night.
These little wizards couldn't understand why Filch, who was originally on the first floor, could reach the fifth floor within ten seconds.
The little wizard of Gryffindor who was only one step away from the lounge, turned around, and Filch at the end of the corridor appeared behind him and took him away.
Even the twins who like to go out at night don't dare to go out casually now.
"Another day to contribute to the rectification of the Hogwarts learning environment."
John nodded in relief.
Divination class.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether John comes or not, because Professor Trelawney has always been partial to him.
Staring at the crystal ball, John could already see something in the mist.
"It was black, and death was immersed in it. They were eager to drag life into it. Water is life and it is also highly poisonous. Once it is drunk, it cannot be stopped until it dries up.
The choice of the warrior makes the blood fight, death blooms in the night, and the inextinguishable flame takes away the love. "
His eyes were unknowingly covered with a layer of gray, and his voice was hollow and hoarse, like an empty can.
Trelawney did not know when she came in front of her, and she prevented the others from continuing to make up lies.
Her voice trembled slightly, and she called softly: "My dear?"
John looked away from the crystal ball, and his gray eyes looked mysterious and terrifying.
The grayness in his eyes dissipated, and John felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Lavender was so frightened that a trembling voice sounded, and she said tremblingly: "John started to predict death again."
Taking a deep breath, John dispelled the uncomfortable feeling.
Cracks appear in the crystal ball, followed by the sphere bursting.
Even Trelawney was taken aback, clutching her heart.
This scene made everyone feel ominous, Harry and Ron had reconciled, and they stared at John with surprise on their faces.
With an ugly smile on his face, John said to Trelawney: "Sorry, Professor, I want to take a leave of absence."
It was only half an hour into class, John asked for leave, Trelawney approved his leave with a concerned face, and added 30 points to his prophecy just now.
John, who came out of leave, had a serious face. He felt very bad about that prophecy.
"Could it be something that happened around me?" When he came to the Black Lake, John tried his best to calm himself down.
He stared at the lake, and for the first time, panicked inside.
"It's okay, equip everyone with equipment, and it will be fine."
Throwing a stone into the black lake, a mermaid that came out of the head happened to be hit, and it was cursing in the lake.
John glanced over, the mermaid immediately closed its mouth, and dived into the water in fear.
By the time John returned to the castle, rumors of another prophecy of his death had spread.
This time it was more straightforward than in the third grade.
"The choice of the warrior, let the blood fight, death blooms in the night, and the flame that can't be extinguished takes away the love."
Ernie McMillan swallowed and said nervously: "It tells us that warriors die."
Hannah Aibo covered her mouth in surprise, and said in horror: "Which warrior will die?"
"I think it's Harry Potter, after all you know..." Ernie didn't finish, because he saw Harry passing by.
After John felt less uncomfortable, he went to the auditorium.
He was very happy to see what Malfoy was discussing, and immediately went up to double the amount of training.
He felt that among so many people, Malfoy was the one most likely to have an accident. After all, he attracted too much hatred, and accidents might happen on the road.
. . .
He basically didn't go there after the third grade.
Today, he suddenly had a whim.
Walking to the kitchen, he skillfully scratched the pear on the fruit painting.
Li Chichi laughed and turned into a very green doorknob.
Opening the door and entering, John heard a shrill cry.
"Get out, you disreputable alien!"
John saw an older house-elf pointing angrily at a familiar fellow.
Taking a closer look, John found that it wasn't Dobby.
A group of house-elves showed no welcome to Dobby, and there was a familiar guy beside Dobby.
"If I remember correctly, it's Winky from old Barty's house." Squinting his eyes, John couldn't figure out why two wild house-elves appeared here.
There was still cursing, all kinds of words coming from the mouths of the other house-elves in the kitchen.
They called Dobby a freak for discrediting house-elves, a filthy fellow who demanded a reward from the Great Wizard.
As a house-elf from the Malfoy family, Dobby was already used to this.
He faces accusations fearlessly, but Winky doesn't have such a good mentality.
Winky cried loudly, from a low voice at first, to a soprano later.
John came in, and the house-elf, who was still scolding Dobby, lowered his voice immediately.
"John Wick."
Dobby ran over full of surprise, waved his hands excitedly, and said, "Dobby knew that one day he would meet John Wick again."
It ran over, and Winky was still crying there.
The house elves who took the lead in scolding Dobby all showed disgust and alienation, and didn't want to have anything to do with Dobby.彡彡威凊
"When did you come, Dobby?"
"Today, sir, Dobby came to work here today. The salary is one Galleon a week, and one day off every month. Professor Dumbledore initially said that he would give me ten Galleons a week. Dobby still bargained for it. Come at this price."
Dobby had lingering fear on his face, as if he would be tortured with the Cruciatus Curse if he charged so much money.
As soon as it said that, the house elves around couldn't help cursing a few more words, as if it wasn't holding a gallon, but a big dung.
Although there are not many Galleons, it is a complete explosion in the world of house elves, let alone a one-month holiday.
This is simply subverting the house-elves' worldview, and the other house-elves curse Dobby and don't want to stay with him.
But the venerable wizard Professor Dumbledore spoke, and they could only accept Dobby, a different kind, to work together.
"Well, I didn't expect that."
Shrugging, John hadn't expected to meet Dobby again.
Winky was still crying, so John could only divert his attention and ask, "How much does Winky get paid?"
As a result, Winky cried even more fiercely, her tears were like a bank breaking, and she screamed: "Winky was kicked out, but Winky hasn't fallen to that level yet."
Well, Dobby, the outlier, is probably the only one among the house-elves.
John isn't a fan of equal rights for house-elves, but he doesn't really want to.
He was in the kitchen, and saw a place that had been wiped spotless. The old house elf said proudly, "That's where Paffie cleans, and it's where Miss Greengrass cooks."
Puffy was the name of an older house-elf.
It seems that for a house-elf, it is a great honor to be able to serve a wizard alone.
The other house elves also looked envious, and John walked over.
There are neatly arranged knives on the table, from the smallest paring knife to various knives, and there is even something similar to a crescent guillotine.
These are spotlessly polished and sharpened every day.
There is also a material area, a variety of fresh fruits, and many meats that are kept alive by magic. There are also various types of flour, and various cereals and nuts are neatly arranged in bottles.
John was dumbfounded seeing it. It is not an exaggeration to say that such a configuration can bring the market in.
He also saw a small notebook that recorded Daphne's cooking notes.
He wanted to open it, but he held back thinking it was Daphne's.
Good friends should not secretly pry into privacy.
Although it may record the source of John's pain.
After turning around, John left the kitchen.
Before leaving, all the house-elves bowed and saw them off.
I don't know, I thought I was going to send John away.
. . .
In the past week of the first project, the heart that was originally fighting the fire dragon was gradually brought back to reality by the course.
At least John was in the corridor, and he could no longer see anyone provoking Filch as a fire dragon, and then he was caught and sent to confinement.
Filch's rejuvenation, don't get me wrong, is not about his love encounters, but his physical fitness.
After being dumped so much that he couldn't see the taillights of the car last school year, Filch worked hard to improve himself, kept exercising his body, and finally broke through the shackles.
In the past, I was panting after climbing the third floor, but now I can go up to the eighth floor without any effort.
John congratulated him, and sent some weighted steel blocks, and sent a pair of shoes with acceleration function.
This made Filch very happy, and caught three little night wizards in one go at night.
These little wizards couldn't understand why Filch, who was originally on the first floor, could reach the fifth floor within ten seconds.
The little wizard of Gryffindor who was only one step away from the lounge, turned around, and Filch at the end of the corridor appeared behind him and took him away.
Even the twins who like to go out at night don't dare to go out casually now.
"Another day to contribute to the rectification of the Hogwarts learning environment."
John nodded in relief.
Divination class.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether John comes or not, because Professor Trelawney has always been partial to him.
Staring at the crystal ball, John could already see something in the mist.
"It was black, and death was immersed in it. They were eager to drag life into it. Water is life and it is also highly poisonous. Once it is drunk, it cannot be stopped until it dries up.
The choice of the warrior makes the blood fight, death blooms in the night, and the inextinguishable flame takes away the love. "
His eyes were unknowingly covered with a layer of gray, and his voice was hollow and hoarse, like an empty can.
Trelawney did not know when she came in front of her, and she prevented the others from continuing to make up lies.
Her voice trembled slightly, and she called softly: "My dear?"
John looked away from the crystal ball, and his gray eyes looked mysterious and terrifying.
The grayness in his eyes dissipated, and John felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Lavender was so frightened that a trembling voice sounded, and she said tremblingly: "John started to predict death again."
Taking a deep breath, John dispelled the uncomfortable feeling.
Cracks appear in the crystal ball, followed by the sphere bursting.
Even Trelawney was taken aback, clutching her heart.
This scene made everyone feel ominous, Harry and Ron had reconciled, and they stared at John with surprise on their faces.
With an ugly smile on his face, John said to Trelawney: "Sorry, Professor, I want to take a leave of absence."
It was only half an hour into class, John asked for leave, Trelawney approved his leave with a concerned face, and added 30 points to his prophecy just now.
John, who came out of leave, had a serious face. He felt very bad about that prophecy.
"Could it be something that happened around me?" When he came to the Black Lake, John tried his best to calm himself down.
He stared at the lake, and for the first time, panicked inside.
"It's okay, equip everyone with equipment, and it will be fine."
Throwing a stone into the black lake, a mermaid that came out of the head happened to be hit, and it was cursing in the lake.
John glanced over, the mermaid immediately closed its mouth, and dived into the water in fear.
By the time John returned to the castle, rumors of another prophecy of his death had spread.
This time it was more straightforward than in the third grade.
"The choice of the warrior, let the blood fight, death blooms in the night, and the flame that can't be extinguished takes away the love."
Ernie McMillan swallowed and said nervously: "It tells us that warriors die."
Hannah Aibo covered her mouth in surprise, and said in horror: "Which warrior will die?"
"I think it's Harry Potter, after all you know..." Ernie didn't finish, because he saw Harry passing by.
After John felt less uncomfortable, he went to the auditorium.
He was very happy to see what Malfoy was discussing, and immediately went up to double the amount of training.
He felt that among so many people, Malfoy was the one most likely to have an accident. After all, he attracted too much hatred, and accidents might happen on the road.
. . .
