Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The end result is expected to disappoint her, Dobby being an exception and not representing the vast majority of families raising elves.

As Hagrid put it, each species has one or two freaks inside it.

It is a disgrace to them that other Elvishes do not like freedom as much as Dobby does, nor do they accept wages.

“Thank you, miss, Master Evan!” Dobby said, smiling at both of them, revealing a lot of teeth, "After Flash was released, Dobby led her to a lot of wizard families, hoping that they could take in Flash, most wizards didn't want a paid family elf, they said it wasn't the quality of a family elf, then closed the door again against Dobby and Flash! Some wizards are willing to let Shining work for them for free, but Dobby can't give Shining to them, she needs to work, but she has to dress like Dobby and get paid..."

Hogwarts' family elf began to move quietly away from Dobby, as if he had some kind of infectious fungus on him.

The glitter stayed still, but her crying voice clearly increased again.

She cried so sadly, crying, suddenly pounding forward from the stool, her face falling down on the slab floor.

Flashing his little fist, he screamed painfully.

Hermione squatted beside her and tried to comfort her, but whatever Hermione said didn't help.

Dobby went on to tell his story, screaming loudly, over the glittering cry.

“Dobby suddenly had an idea, Young Master Ivan, and Dobby thought of Hogwarts, and there was enough work here for Dobby to take care of Shiny, and Professor Dumbledore was very willing to keep her and pay her.” Dobby said, "He is the greatest wizard, apart from Harry Potter and Young Master Evan, and Dobby has heard a lot about him. ”

Dobby had a very brilliant smile on his face and tears of joy filled his eyes.

“How much did Professor Dumbledore pay you? ”

“He was going to give Dobby ten gold gallons a week, but Dobby didn't. Young Master Ivan has already paid Dobby, and Dobby is only here to help!” Dobby said, "By the time of the holidays, Dobby was going back to Master Evan's house. ”

“Humph!” Hermione said, glaring at Ivan.

She knew Ivan was paying Dobby only one gold gallon a week, and she thought it was too little.

She had also persuaded Ivan more than once to pay Dobby a long time, but it didn't work.

Every time I mention this, Dobby looks very scared.

He would howl with Ivan and ask him repeatedly if he didn't want him anymore!

Dobby thinks too much wealth and leisure time is terrible, and in his words, he likes freedom, but doesn't want too much freedom.

He prefers work to leisure and wealth.

“And you, Shine, how much does Professor Dumbledore pay you?” Hermione continued.

If she thought it would make Shimmer happy, it would be a mistake.

Shimmering did stop crying, but she sat up, her two giant brown eyes staring hard at Hermione, and her wet face suddenly burst into anger.

“Flash is a swept out home to raise elves, but Flash is not getting paid!” She screamed and said, "Flash hasn't fallen to that point yet! Shine ashamed of your freedom! ”

“Shame?!” Hermione blurted, "Shine, listen to me! Shame on you, Mr. Crouch, not you! You didn't do anything wrong, he was too cruel to you..."

But she listened and quickly covered her hands on the two holes in her hat and squashed her ears.

So she couldn't hear, and she screamed, "Don't you dare insult my master, miss! Don't you dare insult my Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch is a good wizard, miss! Mr. Crouch fired Bad Shine. He did the right thing! ”

“Flashing's paycheck is here, she won't ask for it, Dobby save it for him and give it to her when Flashing needs it!” Dobby whispered and whispered to them, “Dobby helped Shiny get the same pay as Dumbledore, a golden gallon a week, but Shiny didn't have a vacation, Dobby couldn't convince her...”

“You did good, Dobby!” Hermione said, anxiously watching the glint of a howling cry.

Dobby laughed embarrassingly when she heard her compliment.

“I can't believe she still thinks Mr. Crouch is doing the right thing. ”

“Flashing takes time to adjust, miss. She can't adjust!” Dobby continued, "Shining forgot that she and Mr. Crouch had cut each other off, and she could say whatever she wanted now, but she couldn't. ”

“What, can't the elves say what they think when they comment on their owners?” Hermione frowned and asked.

“Oh, no, absolutely not!” Dobby said, the expression suddenly took itself seriously, "This is the rule of the family's status as elf slaves, we keep secrets for the master, we keep silence, we defend the honour of the family, we never speak ill of the master, but Professor Dumbledore said to Dobby that he did not insist that we must do this. He said we could...”

Dobby suddenly seemed anxious and caught up with Ivan and Hermione.

He lowered his voice a few more minutes to make sure that no one else could hear him.

“He said we could call him a fool if we wanted, big fool! ”

Then Dobby lifted up and gave a frightened, dry laugh.

“You can say the same about me if you want. It's your freedom, Dobby!” Ivan said.

“Me too!” Hermione added.

“No, no, miss, Master Evan!” Dobby shook his head hastily and showed a frightened look on his face. He shook his head and slapped his ears, "Dobby didn't want to do it, Dobby would never do it. Dobby is very fond of Young Master Evan and your friends, and Dobby is proud to keep secrets for you and to remain silent for you. ”

“Thank you,” Ivan said with comfort.

Dobby's eyes filled with tears again quickly and looked at Ivan with gratitude.

“Well, what about Malfoy, do you say what you want to say now?” Ivan hastily asked.

He knew that if he didn't keep talking about it, Dobby would cry with his thighs in his arms.

Hearing Ivan's words, a hint of fear swept through more than those huge eyes.

“Dobby, Dobby, yes!” He wasn't sure, sticking up his little face, "Dobby could tell Young Master Ivan that Dobby's old owner was, yes, a very bad dark wizard! ”

Dobby stood still for a moment, trembling, scared silly by his bold behavior.

Then he rushed to the nearest table and started banging his head hard on top, screaming, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! ”

Ivan grabbed Dobby behind the tie and pulled him away from the table.

“Thank you, Master Ivan, thank you.” Dobby said breathlessly, rubbing his forehead with his hands.

“Well, you just need to practice more.” Ivan said.