"Just need his master to give him something to wear, clothes, socks, anything." "Tian Lai Novel www.2.3txt.com" Sirius replied patiently, and then said: " And there's also a family tradition of beheading house-elves when they're too old to handle a plate, which my aunt started."
"What!" Hearing the second part, Hermione covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief, her eyes suddenly opened wide. This act of treating the house elf was so cruel that she wanted to scream out horribly.
"You didn't go in just now, otherwise, beside the stairs at the end of the corridor, there is a special place for the heads of house elves." Sirius didn't notice Hermione's reaction, but continued to add.
Hermione suddenly felt nausea and anger, the latter even overwhelmed the former, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her stomach.
"I want to set them both back to freedom!" Hermione couldn't keep calm anymore, she kept muttering, her feet unconsciously approached the mansion.
She even lost the ability to think now. Sirius was talking about the family tradition of the Black family, but now that the owners of the house elves have changed, naturally they will not follow this practice.
"Dobby felt the kindness of the lady in front of me! Dobby expresses his gratitude to you!" With a whoosh, Dobby abruptly flashed in front of Hermione, opened his arms, and shouted loudly, making Hermione Had to stop, or she might knock Dobby to the ground.
"But Dobby is very satisfied now, Master Malfoy is a good master!" Dobby's words made Hermione stop.
"He's enslaving you as a slave!" Hermione said seriously.
"Dobby is a free house-elf! It's just Dobby's job! Dobby is paid!" Dobby shook his big head, with both ears quivering, desperately Refuting Hermione's statement.
"Salary?" Hermione repeated the word from Dobby's mouth, and then heard Black's slightly surprised words: "Salary house elves, this is the first time I've heard of it." At this time, Sirius There was also a surprised expression on his face.
"Isn't it a matter of course to get paid for work?" Ron said disdainfully, not knowing why Black showed such a look.
Harry nodded too.
"If it's based entirely on the contract signed between the wizard and the house-elf, the house-elf can be regarded as the wizard's private property until the contract is terminated." Black stared at Ron, and then continued: "You will give your house Do you pay for your pots and pans?"
"I don't think so." Ron fell silent after saying this, and there were no house elves in his family, so how could he know so clearly.
Hermione looked down at Dobby with a complicated expression.
She had one less reason to hate that person, and Hermione now hoped that Malfoy would show some evil, so that it would not be so difficult for her to change her mind.
Thinking of this, Hermione let out a long sigh of disappointment, and the blood on her face that was flushed with anger just now quickly faded away, turning pale.
"I want to be quiet and be alone for a while." Hermione said gloomily.
Sirius, Harry, and Ron all thought Hermione was just upset about what had happened to the house-elf.
But he didn't know what was really disturbing Hermione's mood now.
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"Miss Parkinson, you have fully learned it!" Kreacher's deep voice echoed in the kitchen. If you listen carefully, you can still hear some joy, but it's just trying to suppress it.
Kreacher's eyes were red, he was about to cry with joy, the "torture" of so many days was finally relieved.
Kreacher didn't lie, and he didn't dare to lie, because he knew very well that Miss Parkinson was cooking for his master. As a house elf, he put his master first in all interests. If Master Malfoy ate Pansy's dishes, Kreacher would think he was murdering his master!
"Really?" Panxi glanced suspiciously at the tasty and delicious dinner plate in front of her, and she was also a little happy in her heart, and gently picked a piece of meat with a fork and put it into her mouth.
"It's okay, so-so." Pan Xi said casually, but his eyes were already bent into a slit, and there was an unstoppable smile between his brows and eyes.
"I'll cook today's dishes, do you hear?" Pansy commanded with her hips on her hips, and Kreacher had no reason to object. Malfoy told him that as long as there were no excessive orders, he would obey them. Now Pansy Xi's culinary skills have improved, so it's not easy to stop her.
"You go out shopping with Dobby today, you can buy anything, and you are not allowed to come back before twelve o'clock in the evening." Pansy continued to exercise her rights and directed Kreacher.
Malfoy would never have imagined what would happen at dinner today.
He doesn't know any of this now, still practicing his Occlumency.
The appearance of Salazar Slytherin made him realize that his Occlumency Technique still has flaws. The truly perfect Occlumency Technique will not be noticed by others, which means that the user's defensive heart will be noticed. .
Whether it is the memory deep in the mind being probed, or the alert heart being detected, at critical moments, it is fatal enough.
Malfoy doesn't know what he will encounter in the future, so he can only continue to strengthen his strength as much as possible.
And Salazar also gave him enough help in this field.
It is a very simple truth to become a doctor after a long illness. The best hunter will always bring the prey into the thinking when hunting.
As Salazar who is unique in the field of Legilimency, he also has a very deep understanding of Occlumency.
"Empty your mind. You are too defensive. If you want to deceive your enemy, you must not let him feel your defensiveness..." This is Salazar's teaching.
"Emotion and rationality, only by perfectly controlling the two can you truly master Occlumency." Salazar's tone seemed very arrogant, and he was qualified to make this judgment.
"Huh." Malfoy let out a long breath, and when he emptied his mind, he had a meditation-like experience, like another "I", looking at everything from an objective distance, the kind of trying to pull his emotions away , the feeling of turning himself into a walking dead, if it lasts for too long, it's really not a good experience. He suspects that if he keeps practicing like this, he might really lose all his feelings.
That would really put the cart before the horse.
Exit from the practiced state.
"Kreacher," Malfoy yelled, but there was no response. If it was normal, even if he was teaching Pansy to cook, Kreacher would immediately appear in front of him.
"Dobby?" Malfoy called again, but it was the same situation.
As a house elf, there is always a certain degree of induction with the owner who signed the contract. This induction is often one-way, allowing the latter to make the summoned house elf arrive in time when the latter needs the service of the house elf. .
"It's impossible that they were all poisoned to death by Pansy, right?" Malfoy thought a little amusedly, and found that his call was not answered, so Malfoy deduced such a possibility first.
"Let's go down and have a look." Even though he knew his guess was nonsense, Malfoy decided to go downstairs and have a look. Now he thinks it's not bad for Pansy to come here to accompany him, at least there is someone who can talk, and The house-elf Malfoy had no common language at all.
"Draco, Dobby and Kreacher have all gone shopping." Hearing that the basement door was pushed open, Pansy explained without looking back, pretending that nothing happened. She was concentrating on watching the stew on her boiler, and the tempting aroma was exuding from the pot.
"If I remember correctly, I asked Dobby to bring enough daily necessities from home for at least one year." Malfoy walked down the steps slowly, while looking at the current kitchen, he picked up an empty plate and looked, On the one hand, he mercilessly exposed Pan Xi's lies.
"Well, I just wanted to show you my hand, so I sent them away." Pan Xi turned around, stuck out her tongue, and said with a low eyebrow.
"As long as you didn't poison them to death." Malfoy could only helplessly spread his hands.
"Of course not!" Pansy quickly denied, "My cooking skills have improved a lot now." She said proudly.
"That's why I want to push them away and show myself." Pansy lowered her head like a child who was found out for doing something wrong, and said in a whisper, while peeking at Malfoy's expression.
"That seems to be the truth." Malfoy nodded, and then said with a smile: "Then I'm looking forward to the feast you made today."
"If you don't look back, the pot will burn dry." Malfoy looked in the direction of the pot, and then reminded.
"It's all your fault! You'll be responsible for eating this pot of mush!" Pan Xi hurriedly turned around, turned down the heat on the stove in a panic, and then patted his chest, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, I won't interfere with your wave, I'm looking forward to it." After confirming that nothing happened, Malfoy said goodbye to Pansy and left the kitchen in the basement.
After a while.
"Phew." Pansy put on gloves, brought the still boiling stew from the stove to the table, then quickly took off the gloves and started blowing on her palm.
"It's so hot!" Looking at her somewhat red palms, Pan Xi's emotions were extremely high, and she couldn't stop being excited. She was getting closer and closer to her goal.
"By the way, there are the most important things." Pansy seemed to have thought of something suddenly, threw the gloves casually by the stove, left the kitchen, trotted along the stairs, and walked up to the fifth floor. Sirius, but now in his own room.
"It's the two of you." After rummaging through the suitcase, Pan Xi unzipped the zipper of her suitcase, lifted it up, stared at the two bottles and muttered to herself, the liquid in the bottle was blocked by the brown body, making people I can't tell the color, but the label on the neck of the bottle has already determined the identity of the two.
One bottle is champagne and the other is juice.
Pansy slowly took out the latter, then opened the bottle cap, placed it on the ground, and carefully took out a small bottle from his arms, the sex inside was showing a dreamy, ambiguous pink color at the moment.
"According to what was written on that piece of paper, we need to add an amount proportional to the subject's weight. I don't know if this is enough." Pansy stared at the two bottles that had been opened, and began to be dazed. It was really time to make a decision. Instead, he hesitated.
"If you drink it yourself, you won't become narcissistic." Thinking of this, Pan Xi's body trembled involuntarily, feeling that it would be terrible if this kind of situation really happened.
"Never mind!" After thinking about it, Pan Xi still gave up, and poured all the liquid in the vial into it. The light pink potion was submerged in the dark purple juice, and there was no sign of mixing at all.
"Fortunately, I chose blueberry juice." At this time, Pan Xi had already recapped the bottle cap.
"Back to normal," Pansy read into the bottle, pulling out her wand.
As a wizarding family, the house of the Black family will definitely not be classified as a Muggle area, so Pansy doesn't have to worry about being punished. The house at 12 Grimmauld Place is still part of the wizarding society.
Seeing that the bottle cap was tightly re-plugged, it was completely invisible that it had been opened, as if it had just been bought, Pan Xi let out a long sigh of relief, so there were no obvious flaws.
Then, all she has to do is cook and wait until evening.
Concentrating on one thing will always make people feel that time passes quickly. After returning to the kitchen and "struggling" for a while, Pan Xi realized that it was getting late.
It was getting late, and when Malfoy walked into the small dining room next to the kitchen again, he found that the place had completely changed. If Dobby and Kreacher had just cleaned up the original mess, the current place This room even made Malfoy suspect that he had come to a certain hotel.
There was no light, only candlelight. Two heart-shaped candles were placed in the center of the long table, emitting a soft light. The table was covered with a high-end tablecloth printed with flowers, and the wall not far away There was also a landscape painting and a few delicate roses hung on it. Next to the table, there were two exquisitely crafted dining tables and chairs.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at all this, his heart moved slightly.
"Talk to her after dinner," Malfoy thought, deciding to talk to Pansy after dinner.
"Finally, chicken and ham pie!" Pansy walked out slowly from the kitchen carrying a plate, with a smile on her face, she had planned this romantic dinner for a long, long time.
Since picking up that book.
"Draco, in order to celebrate my progress, can you open a bottle of champagne?" Pansy and Malfoy were already sitting on the chairs, Pansy bent down, and lifted a bottle of delicate champagne from the corner of the table to the table, carefully He carefully observed Malfoy's expression in front of him.
"I smuggled it out of my father's wine cellar." Pansy said with a guilty conscience, resting her chin on her face and looking intently at the label on the bottle.
As a result, Malfoy snatched the bottle of wine and put it at his feet.
"Have you forgotten your lesson in the bar in Hogsmeade?" Malfoy said blankly, ignoring Pansy's "pleading".
"I think this bottle is not bad." Malfoy saw another bottle of drink on the table, and then brought it to him. The coquettish actress with huge buttocks reveals a large-scale bed photo"! Wechat public: meinvgu123 (press and hold for three seconds to copy) You know me too!