Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry tilted his head in confusion, looking at Dumbledore.

Although Harry is also a Parseltongue, it is the ability brought by Voldemort's soul fragments, not his own skills, so Harry often cannot distinguish the difference between normal speech and Parseltongue.

So in Harry's ears, Dumbledore's words changed a bit——

An old man over a hundred years old said to Tiera with a low voice and a naive smile——

"Tiera~I'm hungry~"

Harry shivered for no reason.

"I've never heard of it." Tierra immediately denied it, and at the same time resisted the urge to do other unnecessary actions, such as touching her hair and licking her lips, but continued to cut the piece of fish in front of her at a leisurely pace Row.

"Really..." Dumbledore seemed to believe it, picked up a cheese sandwich at hand and took a bite——

Then he suddenly asked, "Then why is it calling your name?"

"Name? What name?" Tierra asked puzzled.

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Dumbledore stroked his long beard and said, continuing to enjoy the cheese sandwich in his hand.

The whole Christmas Eve dinner Tierra was on pins and needles——

Meanwhile, Malfoy Manor.

Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy sitting on the pale green sofa, and Draco Malfoy standing opposite the sofa—

On the wooden brown coffee table in front of the sofa, there is a small black box wrapped tightly.

"Master said that one of the three of us would hand over this box to Dobby?" Draco Malfoy asked.

"Yes." Draco nodded.

"Exactly?" Lucius asked again.

"Yes." Draco nodded again.

"Master also said that this is one of his experiments?" Lucius asked again.

"Yes." Draco Malfoy said, "But when I asked why I gave this to Dobby, the master sternly... replied: 'When do you need to ask me about my experiment'."

After Draco finished answering, the whole living room of Malfoy Manor fell into a suffocating silence.

There was only the sound of fingers tapping the arm of the sofa one after another.

"The master also said that we are not allowed to open it?" Lucius Malfoy asked again.

"Yes." Draco replied again.

Lucius picked up the box from the coffee table again, shook it by his ear, and tapped some box covers lightly.

"Master, and what—" Lucius was about to ask something again, but was interrupted by Narcissa Malfoy, who was sitting next to him.

"For Merlin's sake! Stop torturing Draco!" Narcissa said, reaching for the black box. "Give this box to Dobby, and tell him to get out of our house."

"Debbie! Go ahead and call Dobby!" Narcissa shouted loudly at a withered, skinny female house-elf standing at the door.

"Yes, master, immediately master." Debbie bent over and slowly backed away, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.

When Debbie appeared again, she was still bent over, followed by a young and strong house elf, Dobby, whose hands were wrapped in cloth strips.

Dobby is not lifeless like other house-elves, and there is a little agility and brilliance in his big round eyes.

"Dobby, come here!" Narcissa said.

"Yes, yes, mistress, Do, Dobby is coming."

Dobby's back seemed to bow even more, almost to the crook of his arms.

"Here, take it! Take this!" Narcissa stuffed the black box under Dobby's nose, and then quickly stretched her hand back as if she had touched something disgusting.

"Mistress, what, what is this?" Dobby reached out to help the black box, and just as he was about to open it——

"Fool!" Narcissa pulled out her wand and gave Dobby a whip that flashed with lightning—

"Ugh—" Dobby was whipped and rolled around on the ground, still holding the box in his arms.

"Are you trying to kill us?" Narcissa yelled almost hysterically, "Get out, get out of the manor and open it!"

"Yes...Master, yes, Dobby is going now..." Dobby got up from the ground, picked up the black box from the ground, bent over, and slowly stepped back——

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!" Narcissa swung her wand again, leaving a gash on Dobby's left shoulder.

"Yes, yes, Mistress." Dobby quickened his pace a little, but it was still very slow in the eyes of the Malfoys—

Lucius Malfoy stood up, strode up to Dobby, and kicked Dobby in the stomach.

Dobby rolled on the spot, then quickly got up, turned around, bowed his waist and accelerated his steps towards the outside of Malfoy Manor.

But Dobby still ushered in a kick——

He was kicked to the ground by Lucius Malfoy again.

"Daddy! I want to kick too!" Draco Malfoy yelled.

"Come on son!" Lucius Malfoy turned sideways, Draco Malfoy ran up behind him, and kicked Dobby again—

Dobby rolled forward again, and the box fell into Dobby's hands.

Dobby got up and walked forward again—

"Box! Box! You idiot! Box!" roared Lucius Malfoy.

"Yes, yes." Dobby picked up the box again—

But then he was kicked in the back.

By the time Dobby stood outside the gates of Malfoy Manor, he was covered in bruises and scars from spells—

No average wizarding family would torture their house-elf like this—

After all, in the eyes of most wizards, house-elves are tools and animals—

No farmer wants his tools or cattle damaged unless necessary penalties are imposed.

But probably the Malfoy family felt that Dobby would not survive tonight, so they tried their best to release the pressure from Tierra on Dobby, as long as Dobby could open the package anyway.

"Why are you standing still? Hurry up and open the box!" The Malfoy family stood on the third floor of the Malfoy Manor, standing inside the iron gate of the Malfoy Manor, ordering Dobby through the iron gate fence.

"Yes... yes..." Dobby took a deep breath, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared, with both hands vigorously, he tore off the outermost black wrapping paper, and opened the white carton on the lower layer .

A light gradually lit up in Dobby's eyes——

That is the light of hope.

"What is it? What is it? Dobby? What's inside?" Narcissa looked out from inside the iron fence curiously.

"Master... The master provided Dobby with clothes!" Dobby took out a certain wizard hat and a shrunken wizard robe from the box, the size of which was just right for Dobby's figure.

"Dobby is free!"

Little cuties, since the plot after Christmas is about to enter the climax of the second grade, there may only be one update every day from tomorrow, but the second grade will probably end in about ten chapters.

grateful

Korsey's tipping of 100 coins

The first piper in the universe is a reward of 100 points

The January vote cast by the snowman with the umbrella