Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Just need his master to give him something to wear, clothes, socks, anything." Sirius replied patiently, and then added: "In addition, there is a tradition in our family, house elves. Cutting off their heads when they're too old to hold a plate, my aunt started it."

"What!" Hearing the second half, Hermione covered her mouth with both hands in disbelief, her eyes widening suddenly. This act of treating house-elves was so cruel that she wanted to cry out mournfully.

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

Hermione felt a sudden burst of nausea and anger, the latter even overpowering the former, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her stomach.

"I want them both to be free!" Hermione couldn't keep her calm any longer, she kept muttering, and her feet approached the mansion unconsciously.

She has lost even the ability to think now. Sirius is talking about the family tradition of the Black family, and now that the owner of the house elf has changed, naturally he will not follow this practice.

"Dobby feels the kindness of this young lady in front of you! Dobby expresses his gratitude to you!" With a whoosh, Dobby flashed in front of Hermione, spread his arms, and shouted loudly, letting Hermione Had to stop, or she might have knocked Dobby to the ground.

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

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

"Dobby is a free house elf! It's just Dobby's job! Dobby is paid!" Dobby shook his big head, his ears were shaking, he was desperately trying Rebuted Hermione's statement.

"Wages?" Hermione repeated Dobby's words, and then heard Blake's slightly surprised words: "Wage house-elf, this is the first time I've heard of it." At this time, Sirius There was a surprised expression on his face.

"Isn't it a natural thing to work to get a salary?" Ron said disdainfully, not knowing why Blake showed such an appearance.

Harry nodded as well.

"If it's based solely on the contract signed by the wizard and the house-elves, the house-elves are considered the wizard's private property until the contract is rescinded." Black stared at Ron, then continued: "You will give your Are the pots and pans paid for?"

"I don't think so." Ron fell silent after saying this. He didn't have house-elves at home, how could he know so well.

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 wickedness, so that it would not be so difficult for her to change her mind.

Thinking of this, Hermione sighed in disappointment again, her face flushed with anger just now quickly faded from blood, and she looked pale.

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

Sirius, Harry and Ron all thought Hermione was just troubled by what happened to the house-elves.

But I don't know what is really disturbing Hermione's mood now.

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"Miss Parkinson,

You have completely learned it! Kreacher's deep voice echoed in the kitchen. If you listen carefully, you can hear some joy, but it's just trying to suppress it.

Kreacher's eyes were red, and he was about to cry with joy. After so many days of "torture", he was finally relieved.

Kreacher didn't lie, and he didn't dare to lie, because he knew very well that this Miss Parkinson was going to cook for his master, and as a house elf, all interests must put the master first. When Pansy cooks for Master Malfoy to eat, Kreacher will think he's murdering his master!

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

"It's alright, so-so." Pan Xi said casually, but his eyes were already bent into slits, and there was an unstoppable smile between his brows.

"I will cook today's dishes, do you hear?" Pansy said with akimbo, and Kreacher had no reason to object. Malfoy told him that as long as it wasn't too much, he would obey orders. Xi's cooking skills have improved, so naturally it is not easy to stop him.

"You and Dobby go out shopping today, you can buy anything, and you're not allowed to come back before twelve o'clock in the evening." Pansy continued to exercise her rights, directing Kreacher.

Malfoy had no idea what was going to happen at dinner tonight.

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

The appearance of Salazar Slytherin made him realize that his Occlumency is still flawed. A truly perfect Occlumency will not be noticed by people, which means that the user's defensive heart will be discovered. .

Whether the memory deep in the mind is probed, or the vigilance is detected, at a critical moment, it is deadly enough.

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.

A long illness becomes a doctor. This is a very simple truth. The best hunters always bring in the thinking of their prey when they hunt.

As a leader in the field of Legilimency, Salazar also has a very deep understanding of Occlumency.

"Empty your brain, your vigilance 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.

"Emotions and rationality, only by perfect control of both, can you truly master Occlumency." Salazar's tone was very proud, and he was qualified to make this judgment.

"Phew." Malfoy let out a long sigh, and when he emptied his mind, he had a meditation-like experience, like another "I", looking at all this from an objective distance, the kind of trying to get rid of emotions , 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.

That really puts the cart before the horse.

Exit from the state of practice.

"Kreacher," Malfoy called, but got no response, as usual, 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.

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

"It's impossible that they were all poisoned by Pansy, right?" Malfoy thought a little funny, and found that his call was not answered, Malfoy first deduced such a possibility.

"Let's go down and have a look." Even though he knew that his guess was ridiculous, Malfoy decided to go downstairs and have a look. He now thinks that Pansy is 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 both went shopping." Hearing the basement door being pushed open, Pansy explained without looking back, pretending that nothing had happened. She was watching the stew on her boiler intently, and the pot was exuding a tempting fragrance.

"If I remember correctly, the daily necessities I called Dobby brought from home should be enough for at least a year." Malfoy walked down the steps slowly, while looking at the current kitchen, he picked up an empty plate and looked like, On the other hand, he mercilessly exposed Pansy's lies.

"Okay, I just wanted to show you a hand, so I took them both away." Pansy then turned around, stuck out her tongue, and said with a low brow pleasing to the eye.

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

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

"That's why I wanted to let them go and show myself." Pansy lowered her head again like a child whose wrongdoing has been discovered, and murmured, peeking at Malfoy's expression.

"That's the truth." Malfoy nodded, then smiled: "Then I'm looking forward to the feast you make today."

"If you don't look back, the pot will be burnt dry." Malfoy looked in the direction of the pot, and then reminded.

"It's all your fault! You'll be responsible for eating it when the pot is burnt!" Pan Xi hurriedly turned around and hurriedly turned down the fire on the stove, before patting his chest and letting out a sigh of relief.

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

After a while.

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

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

"By the way, there is the most important thing." Pansy seemed to suddenly think of something, threw the gloves to the stove, and left the kitchen, trot along the stairs, and walked up to the fifth floor. Sirius, but now in his own room.

"It's just the two of you." After rummaging through the boxes, Pansy unzipped his suitcase, lifted it up, stared at the two bottles and muttered to himself. The liquid in the bottles was blocked by the brown body, making people divide The colors are not clear, 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. The liquid inside was now showing a dreamy, ambiguous pink color.

"According to what was written on that piece of paper, the amount proportional to the subject's weight should be added, and I don't know if these are enough." Pansy looked at the two bottles that had been opened, and began to be stunned. When it was time to make a decision, Instead, he hesitated.

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

"Don't care!" After thinking about it, Pansy still sighed and poured all the liquid in the vial into it. The pale pink potion was submerged in the dark purple juice, and there was no sign of mixing at all.

"Fortunately, I chose blueberry juice." Pansy had already closed the bottle cap again.

"It's back to normal." Pansy took out her wand and read to the bottle.

As a wizarding family, the Black family's house will definitely 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.

Seeing that the bottle cap was tightly plugged again, it could not be seen that it had been opened, as if it had just been bought, Pansy breathed a long sigh of relief, so that there were no obvious flaws.

Next, all she has to do is cook and wait until the evening.

Focusing on one thing always makes people feel that time is passing quickly. After returning to the kitchen and "struggling" for a while, Pansy realized that it was already 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 just cleaned up the original mess, now this The room even made Malfoy suspect that he was at a hotel.

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

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

"Let's have a good talk with her after dinner," Malfoy thought, deciding to talk to Pansy after dinner.

"Finally, chicken and ham pie!" Pansy walked out slowly with a plate from the kitchen, with a smile she couldn't hide. She had planned a romantic dinner for a long time today.

After picking up that book.

"Draco, to celebrate my progress, can you open a bottle of champagne?" Pansy and Malfoy were already seated in the chairs. Pansy bent down and lifted a fine bottle of champagne from the corner of the table to the table, carefully Observing Malfoy's expression in front of him.

"I smuggled it out of my dad's wine cellar." Pansy said with a guilty conscience, holding his chin and looking at the label on the wine 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 "please".

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