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Chapter 139: Let's put a dress on the elf.

"Lucius, if I'm not mistaken, it's daytime now..." Narcissa Malfoy looked at the sky in confusion.

Although the sky was indeed a little gloomy today, unlike Hogwarts in the heavy rain, Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England was just in a gray and cloudy day, and it was not so dark that all the lights needed to be turned on.

Narcissa Malfoy looked at Lucius worriedly, "Lucius, is it because the Dark Lord put too much pressure on you before he left, causing problems with your brain? Otherwise, let's go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries?"

"Uh... not really." Lucius' excited words got stuck in his throat. He was silent for a long time before saying, "Narcissa, don't you think our manor was too dark when the Dark Lord was still here?"

"In order to maintain his so-called mystery and secrecy, the Dark Lord didn't even let us turn on the lights. It looked like we couldn't afford candles. This is a great shame!"

Lucius shook his arm holding the cane and said indignantly, "I think we must I have to prove to those friends who misunderstood me that our Malfoy family can afford candles!"

Narcissa looked at her husband with a caring look, not understanding how he communicated with other pure-blood friends. They actually competed over such a small matter as how many candles they lit...

"...Okay." She nodded, "But if you light candles like this, the remaining candles in the manor should not be enough."

As she said, Narcissa shouted to the empty yard: "Dobby, go out and buy a warehouse of candles!"

Lucius and Narcissa paused for a while, ready to hear the "bang", "bang" sound of the house elf's apparition as usual, and his respectful obedience after a deep bow.

However, nothing appeared in front of them.

A cold winter wind blew, making the two shiver.

"Dobby!" After waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the house-elf Dobby. Lucius frowned and shouted impatiently, "Dobby, where have you gone, you stupid house-elf? Come here and punish yourself!"

However, there was still no sharp voice of the elf to respond to them.

"Don't shout, he must have left without permission." Narcissa said expressionlessly, "Within the scope of this manor, the house-elf cannot fail to hear our call."

"How dare this humble little thing leave the manor without our permission?!" Lucius's face turned cold, "Go back, Narcissa. Write a letter to the owner of Wenrenju and ask him to send the candles to us."

"When Dobby comes back, I will let him know the consequences of leaving without permission!"

Whether it was Lucius or Narcissa, they completely regarded the house-elves as the most humble and lowly servants. Of course, they would not sympathize with Dobby when he slipped out of Malfoy Manor without permission.

They turned around with indifference and walked towards the living room, which was no longer the old one that could not afford candles, but had become splendid and dazzling.

"So what are the consequences of leaving Malfoy Manor without permission?"

Just before they stepped into the splendid living room, a mellow voice suddenly sounded behind Lucius and Narcissa.

Lucius's footsteps suddenly stopped in the air.

The two turned around and saw a tall figure with long silver hair standing in a rose bush that was blooming out of season under the effect of magic at Malfoy Manor.

Against the backdrop of green leaves and purple roses, the figure was looking at this exquisite and gorgeous manor with great interest.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Narcissa Malfoy's face turned cold when she saw this man she had never seen before. Before Lucius could stop her, she blurted out, "Do you know the consequences of trespassing into Malfoy Manor?!"

"Oh?" Dracula glanced at Lucius beside Narcissa, and his expression seemed to become playful, "Then tell me, what are the consequences of trespassing into Malfoy Manor?"

Lucius' pale face suddenly turned a little black.

"I'm really sorry, Professor Dracula, Narcissa doesn't know your identity, please forgive me if I offended you!" He took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Dracula.

At the same time, Lucius whispered to his wife: "Narcissa, this is the Professor Dracula I mentioned to you. Hurry, apologize!"

Hearing her husband's remarks, Narcissa also panicked.

She had already heard from Lucius how terrifying Professor Dracula was. It was said that this professor was able to suppress the Dark Lord in terms of strength, and his personality was even more capricious, making him a more terrifying existence than the Dark Lord!

"Sorry... Professor Dracula. I really didn't know it was you!" Narcissa also trembled and bent down like her husband.

Under Voldemort's rule, the two had long been accustomed to groveling.

Lucius was already thinking hard at this time - in order to express his loyalty, should he crawl over and kiss Dracula's toes like he did before when he was under Voldemort?

This is a question worth thinking about!

"Lucius, you two are a bit boring." Looking at the performance of the Malfoys, Dracula curled his lips and walked out of the purple rose bushes. "I thought I had invaded your territory anyway, and you should at least raise some objections... but you lowered your head instead."

"Also, don't show off the things left by Voldemort in front of me in the future, it's meaningless! I would rather you fight me, maybe it will become more interesting."

'We don't have a masochistic habit, how dare we fight you...' Lucius smiled bitterly.

At the same time, Lucius also gave up the weird etiquette of kissing toes in his heart.

He even suspected that if he dared to make such a move, Dracula would most likely feel disgusted, which might be more serious than attacking Dracula...

"I suddenly remembered...you haven't answered my previous question yet." Dracula walked out of the flowers and came to Lucius and Narcissa, "Tell me, what are the consequences of a house elf leaving the manor without permission?"

Until then, Lucius noticed that Dracula did not come to Malfoy Manor alone.

Right at Dracula's feet, there was a short elf wearing only an old pillowcase, with his mouth tightly closed and his big eyes staring in panic.

"Dobby?" Lucius frowned and asked in confusion, "Why are you with Professor Dracula?"

Dobby saw his master, thought of what he had done, and was worried that Dracula would tell the Malfoy family, and he trembled with fear and nervousness.

"Woo woo woo--" Dobby's voice was mumbling, trying to open his mouth to speak.

However, his two lips seemed to be tightly stuck together, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Silencing spell?" Lucius looked at Dracula in surprise, and then he seemed to think of something, and a frightened expression suddenly appeared on his face, "Professor Dracula, did Dobby offend you?!"

"Don't worry, I will never let such a lowly servant offend you like this. As long as you speak, you can kill or cut me up as you want, and you can vent your anger as you want!"

Lucius immediately put on an expression of righteousness and said loudly.

Hearing the ruthless words of his master, even though Dobby had no feelings for him and was often abused, he couldn't help but feel sad. Big tears fell from his big eyes to his nose, and then "tick-tick" and "tick-tick" dripped on the ground.

"Forget it, Dobby didn't offend me." Dracula glanced at Lucius and said casually, "I think he is quite interesting, at least much more interesting than the two of you."

Among the group of house elves, Dobby is indeed very interesting, and can even be said to be the most interesting individual among the house elves-

As a house elf, he will sneak out; he will resist some of the arrangements of his master in his heart; he will resist the requests made by Voldemort; he will worship Harry Potter and put his actions to save him into practice...

This is a feat that no other house elf can do!

"But Dobby is really interesting, but a little noisy." Dracula chuckled and said, "So I put a Silencing Spell on him. I'm too lazy to listen to him "self-reflection" and "self-punishment" there. It's a bit noisy."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you like, I can sign a magic transfer contract to transfer the house elf to you and let him be your servant." He said carefully.

"Transfer him to me as a servant? I'm not interested." Dracula glanced at Dobby's dirty old pillowcase and shook his head with some disgust, "Make him a piece of clothing. This pillowcase is too torn and it's an eyesore."

"Clothes? For him?" Lucius opened his eyes wide in astonishment, "Professor Dracula, I think I need to remind you that as long as you give any piece of clothing to the house-elf, it is equivalent to letting him go, and we will no longer have such a capable servant."

"I know. But I don't lack those servants who obey orders and have no ideas of their own . "Dracula said, "What I need most is someone or something that can bring me fun or freshness, not a puppet that only agrees and obeys orders."

"Do you think I don't know what will happen after signing a contract with a house-elf? They will lose all their own thoughts and opinions, completely become the vassal of the master, and at the same time almost sacrifice all the fun in them."

"It's not easy to meet a unique house-elf like Dobby. I don't want to frustrate his thoughts that seem to be beating all the time." Dracula chuckled.

"So hurry up, Lucius, find him a suitable piece of clothing."

...

The living room of Malfoy Manor, which was where the Death Eaters held a meeting a few weeks ago.

When it was occupied by Voldemort and the Death Eaters before, it seemed that they were reluctant to light the lights, and it looked dim and gloomy.

At this time, all the candles and lights have been lit here, and the whole living room has become brightly lit and magnificent.

Luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces, gilded mirrors... These luxurious furnishings sparkled with gold, reflecting the bright lights in the living room. The stone floor tiles were almost all covered with precious thick carpets, all of which reflected the wealth and luxury of Malfoy Manor.

Dracula leaned on the soft sofa, holding a tall wine glass and shaking it gently, occasionally bringing the cup to his mouth to taste a mouthful of bright red wine.

Dobby, the house elf, stood beside Dracula with big green eyes.

Lucius and Narcissa sat at the long table for meetings in an orderly manner, explaining to Dobby the facts about Voldemort that he had misunderstood before.

At the same time, he also ordered a special robe for house elves from Madam Malkin's robe store with an expedited order.

"So... the dark devil who can't even be named has been defeated again?"

Dobby stared with big, round green eyes, his face full of astonishment.

"That's right." Lucius said coldly. He still couldn't let go of his pride in front of his own house elf, and insisted on being a cold head of the family.

"Then I am... bad!" Dobby suddenly sobbed loudly, "Dobby is sorry for Harry Potter. Dobby almost knocked Harry Potter off his broom, and Dobby also misunderstood the kind Professor Dracula... Dobby is a very bad house elf!"

"Kind?" Dracula's mouth twitched. It was the first time he heard someone use such irrelevant words to describe himself.

And Lucius's face at the long table was even darker.

According to Dobby, the house elf of the Malfoy family did not leak the news of Voldemort's return to others.

But when he tried to save Harry Potter, the savior, he completely forgot about the young master of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy, who was in the same game... This made Lucius, the head of the family, dissatisfied.

At this moment, an owl flew in from the window and dropped a large package on Lucius' head.

Lucius opened the package and saw the small and exquisite clothes inside.

"I can't believe it. It's okay to explain the facts to the house-elf, but I actually made a set of clothes for him!" He looked around carefully and whispered, "If my friends knew about this, I'm afraid I would be laughed at to death!"

Lucius handed the small clothes to Dobby.