Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"All he needs to do is give him something to wear, clothes, socks, anything." Sirius replied patiently, and then said: "In addition, there is a tradition in our family, house elves. Cut off their heads when they are too old to handle the plates. This was created by my aunt."

"What!" Hearing the second half, Hermione covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief, her eyes widened suddenly.This treatment of the house elves was so cruel that she wanted to cry out sternly.

"You didn't walk in just now. Otherwise, beside the stairs at the end of the corridor, there is a place for the heads of house elves." Sirius did not notice Hermione's reaction, but continued to add.

Hermione felt a rush of nausea and anger. The latter even overwhelmed the former, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her stomach.

"I want both of them to be free again!" Hermione couldn't keep calm anymore, muttering incessantly, her feet approaching the mansion unconsciously.

She has lost the ability to think now. Sirius is talking about the family tradition of the Black family, and now the owner of the house elves has changed, so naturally she will not follow this practice again.

"Dobby feels the kindness of the lady in front of you! Dobby expresses gratitude to you!" With a swish, Dobby flashed in front of Hermione, arms spread out, and shouted loudly to make Hermione. Had to stop, or she might hit Dobby to the ground.

"But Dobby is very satisfied now, Master Malfoy is a very good host!" Hermione's steps were stopped by Dobby's words.

"He is enslaving you as a slave!" Hermione said solemnly.

"Dobby is a free house elf! This is just Dobby's work! Dobby is paid!" Dobby shook his head, with both ears trembling constantly, he was desperately desperate. Refuting Hermione's statement.

"Salary?" Hermione repeated the word Dobby's mouth, and then heard Blake's slightly surprised words: "Waged house elves, this is the first time I have heard of it." At this time, Sirius There was also a surprised look on his face.

"Isn't it a natural thing to get a salary for work?" Ron said disdainfully, not knowing why Black showed this look.

Harry also nodded.

"If it is completely based on the contract signed between the wizard and the house elves, before the contract is terminated, the house elves can be regarded as the wizard's private property." Blake stared at Ron, and then said: "You will give you inside Do you pay for your pots and pans?"

"I don't think so." Ron fell silent after saying this. There was no house elf in his family, how could he know so clearly.

Hermione looked down at Dobby with a complicated expression.

She lacked another reason to hate that person, and Hermione now hopes that Malfoy can show some evil things so that she will not be so difficult to change her mind.

Thinking of this, Hermione sighed again in frustration. Her face flushed with anger quickly faded again, and she looked pale.

"I want to be quiet, for a while alone." Hermione said gloomily.

Sirius, Harry, and Ron thought that Hermione was only troubled by what happened to the house elf.

But he didn't know what really disturbed Hermione's mood now.

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"Miss Parkinson, you have completely learned it!" Kreacher's low voice echoed in the kitchen. If you listen carefully, you can still hear some joy, but he is desperately suppressing it.

Kreacher's eyes were red, and he was about to cry with joy, and 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, all interests must be given to the master first. Pansy’s cooking was eaten by Master Malfoy, and Kreacher would think he was murdering his master!

"Really?" Pansy glanced suspiciously at the delicious dinner plate in front of him, and was a little delighted in his heart. He gently picked a piece of meat with a fork and put it into his mouth.

"It's okay, so-so." Pansy said casually, but his eyes were bent into a slit, and there was an unstoppable smile between his eyebrows.

"I'm going to cook today's food. Can you hear me?" Pansy commanded with his arms akimbo. Kreacher had no reason to object. Malfoy told him that he had to obey any orders that were not too excessive. Now Pan West’s cooking skills have improved, so it’s not easy to stop them.

"You and Dobby went out to buy things today. You can buy anything. You are not allowed to come back until twelve o'clock in the evening." Pansy continued to exercise her rights and directed Kreacher.

Malfoy would not have imagined what would happen at dinner today.

He doesn't know anything about this now, and is still practicing his Occlumency.

The appearance of Salazar Slytherin made him realize that his Occidental Cerebral technique still has flaws. The true perfection of Occidental Cerebral technique will not be noticed, which means that the user's defensive heart will be detected. .

Whether the memory in the depths of the mind is probed, or the alertness is detected, it is fatal at the critical moment.

Malfoy didn't know what he would encounter in the future, so he could only continue to strengthen his strength as much as possible.

And Salazar also gave him enough help in this area.

This is a very simple truth. The best hunters always bring prey into the mind when hunting.

As Salazar, who is the only one in the world in the field of Pantheon, also has a very deep understanding of Occlumency.

"Empty your brain, your guard is too strong, if you want to deceive your enemy, then you must not let him feel your defensive psychology..." This is Salazar's teaching.

"Emotion and reason, only by perfect control of the two, can you truly master Occlumency." Salazar's tone seemed very proud, and he was qualified to make this judgment.

"Huh." Malfoy let out a sigh of relief. When he emptied his brain, there was something similar to a meditation experience, just like another "me", looking at all of this 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 is really not a good experience. He suspects that if he keeps practicing like this, he may really lose all his feelings.

Then it really turned the cart before the horse.

Exit from the practice state.

"Kreacher." Malfoy yelled, but he didn't get a response. As usual, even if he was teaching Pansy to cook, Kreacher would immediately appear in front of him.

"Dobby?" Malfoy yelled again, but still the same.

As a house elf, there is always a certain degree of induction with the owner who signs a contract. This induction is often one-way, allowing the latter to make the house elf called upon to arrive in time when the latter needs the service of the house elf. .

"It's impossible for them to be poisoned by Pansy, right?" Malfoy thought a little amused, finding that his call had not been answered, Malfoy first inferred such a possibility.

"Let's go down and take a look." Even though he knew his guess was ridiculous, Malfoy decided to go downstairs and take a look. He now feels that Pansy’s coming here to accompany him is actually pretty good, at least there is someone who can talk, and The house elf Malfoy has no common language at all.

"Draco, Dobby and Kreacher have all gone shopping." Pansy explained without looking back at the basement door being pushed open, pretending that nothing happened, she was at this moment She was looking at the stew on her boiler intently, and the pot was exuding an attractive fragrance.

"If I remember correctly, I asked Dobby to bring home supplies from home for at least one year." Malfoy walked down the steps slowly, looking at the current kitchen, picking up an empty plate and looking. On one side, Pansy's lie was revealed ruthlessly.

"Okay, I just wanted to show you a hand, and then I took them away." Pansy turned around, stuck out his tongue, and said with a low eyebrow.

"As long as you don't poison them to death." Malfoy could only helplessly spread his hands.

"Of course not!" Pansy hurriedly denied, "My current cooking skills have improved a lot." She said proudly.

"That's why I want to distract them and show it by myself." Pansy lowered his head like a kid who was found to have done something wrong, whispered, and glanced at Malfoy's expression.

"It's just like the truth." Malfoy nodded, and then said with a smile, "Then I look forward to your feast today."

"Don't look back, the pot is going to dry up." Malfoy looked in the direction of the pot, and then reminded.

"Blame you! You will be responsible for eating the mess after the pot is gone!" Pansy turned around hurriedly, hurriedly reduced the fire on the stove, patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, don't interfere with your performance, I'm looking forward to it." After making sure that nothing happened, Malfoy said goodbye to Pansy and left the basement kitchen.

After a while.

"Huh." Putting on his gloves, Pansy brought the boiling stew from the stove to the table, and then quickly took off his gloves and started blowing into his palm.

"It's hot!" Looking at her red palms, Pansy's emotions were extremely high, she couldn't stop excited, she was getting closer and closer to her goal.

"By the way, there is the most important thing." Pansy seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He threw the gloves to the fireside and left the kitchen. He trot along the stairs and walked up to the fifth floor. Sirius, but now belongs to his room.

"It's you two." Pansy opened the zipper of his suitcase and lifted it up, staring at the two bottles and muttering to himself. The liquid in the bottle was blocked by the brown bottle, which made people divide. The color is unclear, but the label on the bottleneck has determined the identity of the two.

One bottle is champagne and one bottle 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. At this moment, the liquid inside was showing a dreamy, ambiguous pink.

"According to what was written on that piece of paper, it is necessary to add an amount proportional to the weight of the subject. I don't know if these are enough." Pansy looked at the two bottles that had been opened and started to daze. It was really time to make a decision. Instead, he hesitated.

"If you drink it, you won't become narcissistic." Thinking of this, Pansy's body trembled involuntarily, feeling that it would be terrible if this happened.

"Never mind it!" After thinking about it, Pansy still filled his mind and poured all the liquid in the vial. The pale pink potion was submerged in the dark purple juice, and there was no sign of mixing.

"Fortunately, I chose blueberry juice." Pansy had already recapped the bottle.

"Restore as before." Pansy took out his wand and read to the bottle.

As a wizarding family, the Black family’s house will certainly not be divided into the 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.

Pansy breathed a long sigh of relief as he watched the bottle cap re-plugged tightly, and it was completely invisible that it had been opened, as if it had just been bought, so that there were no obvious flaws.

Next, all she has to do is to cook while waiting until the evening.

Focusing on one thing will always make people feel that time is passing quickly. After returning to the kitchen and "struggling" for a while, Pansy realized that it was not too early.

It was getting late, and when Malfoy walked into the small restaurant next to the kitchen again, he found that it had completely changed its appearance. If it were Dobby and Kreacher, they had just cleaned up the original mess. The room even made Malfoy suspect that he had come to a certain hotel.U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

There is no light, only candlelight. Two heart-shaped candles are placed in the center of the long table, exuding a soft light. The table is covered with a high-end tablecloth printed with flowers, and the wall is not far away. A landscape painting and a few delicate roses were also hung. Next to the table, there were two exquisitely crafted dining tables and chairs.

Malfoy squinted his eyes slightly, looking at all this, his heart moved slightly.

"Talk to her after dinner." Malfoy thought, and decided to talk to Pansy after dinner.

"The last chicken ham pie!" Pansy walked out slowly with a plate from the kitchen, with an invisible smile on her face. She had planned a romantic dinner for a long, long time today.

Since I picked up that book.

"Draco, to celebrate my progress, can you open a bottle of champagne?" Pansy and Malfoy were already sitting in the chairs. Pansy bent down and brought a bottle of exquisite champagne to the table from the corner of the table, while being careful. Watching Malfoy's expression in front of him.

"I secretly brought this out from the cellar of my father's wine storage." Pansy said with a guilty conscience, holding his cheek and looking at the label on the bottle intently.

As a result, Malfoy snatched the bottle of wine and put it at his feet.

"Have you forgotten your lesson in Hogsmeade's bar?" Malfoy said blankly, ignoring Pansy's "plea".

"I think this bottle is not bad." Malfoy saw another bottle of drink on the table, and took it in front of him.