Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

The reason for this is that Lucius Malfoy only regards Dobby as a tool, an extremely versatile household tool that can be beaten and scolded at will;

But there is no doubt that Dobby also has wisdom and emotions, and will find loopholes to resist;

The view of Dobby as an individual and the different attitudes towards getting along with him determine what Dobby will do.

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Vizet reached out to Dobby, and Dobby immediately stepped back instinctively, his body trembling violently.

Despite this, Vizet grabbed Dobby's arm and pulled him back to the stool.

Vizet exhaled, his tone became much gentler, "Dobby, how do you see yourself? What do you like?"

Dobby twisted his arm slightly and looked at Vizet with an unbelievable look, "Master... Master?"

"Tell me without reservation." Vizet added, "What do you like? What do you think you need?"

Dobby's body suddenly shuddered, and then tears slid out of his eyes, "Never... No one has ever asked Dobby... what he likes... what he needs..."

He cried for a long time until he felt embarrassed, and then he stopped sobbing, "Master... Master, you should not be... the 'person who cannot be named', right?"

See Vizet didn't say anything, Dobby continued: "That 'He who must not be named'... He is very cruel... Very scary..."

"But you didn't do this... You even made me cry for so long... When Dobby was in the Malfoy family, if I had nothing to do... They would let me punish myself..."

Vizet said calmly: "But you are here with me now."

Tears slid out of his eyes again, but this time Dobby calmed down quickly, and his voice no longer trembled, "Master, I like to work, but I also want to wear clothes and want freedom!"

Sure enough...

Vizet nodded. Compared with ordinary house elves, the most unique thing about Dobby is that he is more eager to be a person.

Then the way to get along is much simpler, and Vizet doesn't even need to change too much.

Thinking of this, Vizette said: "So from now on, don't call me 'Master', just call me by my name... Vizette, and my family, Luna and Mr. Lovegood."

Dobby nodded quickly, "Yes... Master... Vizette..."

Vizette said: "You like to work, want to wear clothes, want freedom, so you work here, and I will pay you."

"You can buy clothes freely, and I will arrange holidays for you, including normal holidays and sick leave, ok?"

"Master... Vizette..." Dobby took a deep breath, with a bit of dreaminess and confusion in his wide eyes, "I'm not dreaming, am I? I don't dare to think so in my dreams..."

Vizette continued: "But between you and me, it only stops here. Because of your previous behavior, I don't trust you very much. This is what I need to explain."

"These are my feelings about you, and I will tell you openly. Then you need to do the same, and there is anything involved I need you to tell me about other people's affairs."

"The example is very simple, just like Lucius Malfoy took out the so-called key to the chamber of secrets, and you were worried about Harry's safety, so you had to inform me first."

He took out his school uniform and put it in front of Dobby, "If you can't do this... I know that if I give you a piece of clothing, you can get real freedom..."

Before he finished speaking, Dobby jumped back quickly as if he had been electrocuted, and shook his head frantically: "No clothes! Dobby wants to work here!"

"The great Lord... Vizet! They won't treat Dobby like this... They won't give Dobby a salary! They won't give Dobby a holiday! They won't give Dobby what he wants!"

"Dobby wants to stay here! Dobby will prove himself! Dobby will never let the great Vizet down! Dobby promises! Dobby doesn't want clothes!"

"Okay!" Vizet nodded, "Welcome to work here... We should talk about salary."

Chapter 27 A return gift to Lucius

Dobby was still easily satisfied. Perhaps it should be said that he cared more about "freedom and respect";

After a simple negotiation, Dobby only wanted a salary of Galleons every Monday and a day off.

Vizet wrote a contract with clear terms. Although there was no magic contract attached, Dobby's tears fell on the parchment when he pressed his handprint.

"Lord...Vizet, should I start working now?" Dobby carefully folded the parchment and his fingers moved to the pillowcase he was wearing.

A corner of the pillowcase floated in the air, and the silk threads on it flew, intertwined, and tied together into a small cloth bag, which was just enough to hold the parchment contract.

Vizet took a deep look at Dobby. The house elf was more magical than he had imagined. The accuracy and speed of this home magic alone were worth his observation and learning.

He took out a potion bottle and stuffed it into Dobby's pocket. "Please help me give this to Mr. Lucius Malfoy as a thank you gift."

Different from the potion bottles in the past, this time he used a metal potion bottle.

The reason why he didn't use a glass bottle to hold the potion was because he was trying to give metal objects properties through the "Elementary Magic Forging Technique", so he went a step further and forged it into a potion container.

The characteristics that "Basic Magic Blacksmithing Technique" can impart are extremely limited. After these few days of proficiency, he can skillfully use and stably impart only one characteristic for the time being - repelling pollution.

By imparting stain-repellent properties to metal, the metal will repel dust and other stains. Even without daily wiping and maintenance, metal objects can maintain a brand new look...

"Lord...Vizet..." Dobby held up the potion bottle with complicated patterns, his lips began to tremble and tears flashed in his eyes, "What do you think of Dobby..."

"It's just a normal return gift. You don't need to think too much and don't have any psychological burden." Weizet explained, "Also, if Mr. Lucius Malfoy asks you something, you can speak again."

"Weizet, Dobby doesn't understand..." Dobby's big bat-like ears moved, and he asked in a puzzled tone, "What should Dobby say?"

Weizet asked: "Since the former Death Eaters often gathered together, you should have seen Voldemort at Malfoy Manor, right?"

Dobby swallowed his saliva and said, "Dobby has seen... the 'He Who Must Not Be Named'..."

"That's alright, just imagine..." Weizet smiled slightly, "When someone gives Voldemort a gift, what kind of response will he give?"

When facing people you don’t know well, it’s easy to say that you are wrong and it’s better to let Dobby play freely.

Based on the divergent thinking of Dobby and Lucius Malfoy, the former master and slave, such an obscure expression is a more suitable way for them.

Dobby looked at the potion bottle in his hand, his expression became a little hesitant, "But...Vizet..."

Weizet encouraged: "Now that you and Mr. Lucius Malfoy no longer have a master-slave relationship, you can give yourself a little more confidence. As a free Dobby, confidence is also a manifestation of freedom."

"Confidence is the embodiment of freedom!" Dobby's eyes lit up, and he no longer hesitated. "Dobby will do it! Dobby will definitely not let down Vizette's trust!"

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Malfoy Manor, flying snowflakes cover the world outside the window.

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy sat down in the dining room. The long table was covered with a fine snow-white tablecloth, and the silver tableware shimmered, reflecting the snowy scene outside, which was particularly eye-catching.

Steaming ham, roast beef and fried eggs were brought to the table, and the aroma from the barbecue gradually filled the restaurant, intertwined with the aroma of burning pine wood smoke, making it extremely unique.

Narcissa picked up a piece of bread, spread an even layer of butter on it, and put it on Lucius's plate.

After doing all this, she turned to Draco Malfoy, who was opening gifts in the distance and said, "Draco, you should understand what should be done now."

"Okay, Mom." Draco immediately put down the gift box and walked quickly into the restaurant.

"Thank you, Mom." After sitting down, he took the bread handed over by Narcissa and chewed it carefully without making a sound.

"You seem a little absent-minded?" Narcissa glanced at Lucius. Lucius frowned slightly and looked directly at the silver tableware in front of him, showing a bit of anxiety.

After hearing Narcissa's words, Lucius came back to his senses, picked up the bread and took a bite, "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Narcissa nodded, looked at the house elf who brought the nut plate, and asked softly: "The house seems to be busier than usual. Do you think so? Lucius?"

"Oh..." Lucius froze, but did not take his eyes away from the silver tableware, "Maybe it's the cold winter, so his movements are slower, right?"

"Maybe? Although I haven't said why yet..." Narcissa picked up the goblet and took a sip of the steaming mead. "Since it's okay, then that's good..."

Draco raised his head slightly, looked at his stiff-moving father, and his mother with a warm smile, and swallowed the bread faster.

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Until noon, when the house elf was arranging lunch, a "pop" sound suddenly came from the living room.

Looking at the house elf appearing in front of him, Lucius' eyelids twitched and he asked sternly, "Dobby, why did you come back?"

Facing his former master, Dobby still couldn't help it, and subconsciously answered: "It was...the master asked me to come back..."

"Let you come back? He..." Lucius' tone was a little horrified, "He rejected you?"

Dobby shook his head and picked up the potion bottle in his arms, "He asked me to give this to you..."

Lucius' eyes flickered, and he asked impatiently: "Did he say something?"

Dobby recalled Weizet's words and tried to imitate the way He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named spoke.

"He said... you have shown loyalty to me, and this is a reward for you... continue to serve me, remember what you should do..."

After saying these words, Dobby seemed to have exhausted all his strength and started panting with sweat.

"It seems he accepted it..." Lucius breathed out and took the potion bottle from Dobby's sweaty hands, with a hint of boredom on his lips.

Snap!

Watching Dobby disappear from sight, Lucius shook the potion bottle and said, "Clean it for me."

A house elf appeared and immediately took out a piece of suede and wiped it twice.

Lucius raised his eyebrows, "Huh? I asked you to wipe it clean! There shouldn't be any sweat stains left! Do you want to be punished?"

"Master..." The house elf bowed in fear, "I have cleaned it... It didn't leave any trace."

"Cleaned?" Lucius brought the potion bottle in front of him, frowned and examined it, his face changed, "Is this a goblin's tool?"

Chapter 28 It must be the work of that old Fudge!

Lucius tightly grasped the potion bottle until he felt his palms getting hot and sweaty, and finally let go.

The potion bottle was still shiny, no traces of fingerprints, palm prints, or sweat were left on it.