The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Chapter 283 Extra: Dobby’s Christmas (also Bedtime Story 8.5)

Dobby is a house elf. Becoming a house elf means that you have no dignity or rights, and must obey everything your master says; becoming a house elf means that you must stay awake at all times, waiting for your master's call...

"Dobby!" his master called.

Being a house elf means that your name is also a command.

With a snap, Dobby immediately appeared in front of his master. He hunched over so hard that the tip of his nose almost touched the ground. He could see the dust lurking in the middle of the long plush carpet.

He sniffed, vaguely smelling their scent. An urge to clean them seeped through his bones, but Dobby tensed, still bowing stiffly.

"Why hasn't Draco's bedroom been packed away yet?" his master asked coldly.

Dobby raised his head and looked at his master, Lucius Malfoy. The other person didn't even look at him, he just lowered his head and put a hand on the shoulder of his young master, Draco Malfoy. Mistress Narcissa Malfoy slowly combed her little master's hair with her hands.

Dobby said tremblingly: "Master Draco, Master Draco asked that no one touch his bedroom -" He turned his head and glanced quickly at the young master. Draco, like his father, didn't look at Dobby at all.

Lucius said a smooth "Oh," and Dobby shivered violently.

He had pissed off his master, he was a bad elf, he was bad Dobby, he had pissed off his master - Dobby banged his head against the wall, hoping to dull the sharp pain.

"So, it's Draco's fault?" Lucius asked coldly and smoothly, and then kicked him sharply.

There wasn't much in Draco's room that needed tidying up. Dobby dusted the carpet, made sure every corner was clean under the bed, made the curtains fold perfectly on either side of the window, polished the chandelier until it sparkled, and made the air smell fresh and clean. , ensuring that the bed, pillows, and quilts are all filled with air and expand. All this took him just a snap of his fingers.

"...It's like everything revolves around him, that Potter. Oh, and by the way, he didn't stay at school this year - Black House, they say, Mum - leaving Weasley at school. How funny, He finally understands the value of Weasley... that is to be abandoned. From people's attitudes, you would think that they are inseparable friends! I really hope that other people can understand that Potter is not who they say they are! That way..."

"Yes, Master," said Dobby, bowing deeply. He hunched backwards until he retreated into Draco Malfoy's bedroom.

Dobby wanted to stay in the room for a while longer, but the master said "Hurry up", so he appeared in front of the master again and said in panic: "Master Draco's room has been tidied up, master."

His master said "hmm" with his nose, then frowned and waved his hand to make him disappear quickly. Dobby heard the young master complaining to his mistress about the venerable Mr. Harry Potter.

"That's enough, stop." Lucius ordered impatiently, "Close the room, hurry up. Don't let me hear any more excuses."

Dobby disappeared, still listening nearby. Mr. Harry Potter is not at all what the young master says. Mr. Harry Potter was great and kind, and never gave up on his friends. Even though Dobby had warned Mr. Potter of the dire dangers in Hogwarts, Mr. Potter still refused to stay safely in his. His relatives were unwilling to leave Hogwarts.

Huge pain shot through Dobby's head.

"Draco." Lucius stopped him in a deep voice, "What did I tell you before school started? If most people like Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, then wise people will not express this. be opposed to."

"Don't be so harsh, Lucius, it's Christmas. Draco has just come back." Narcissa said softly, giving Draco a slight push on the back who looked unconvinced, "Okay, De Laco, go and have a good rest. We will be a guest at Knott Manor tomorrow, and the Parkinson family will visit us in the afternoon."

"If I had known, I would have really stayed in school. Pansy -" Draco stopped, thought for a moment, "Okay." Dobby left quietly. He didn't care about the Malfoys' planned visit. For him, it just means he might be able to have more freedom during the day...

Oh, freedom. Dobby thought the word in his mind and felt a shiver of excitement pass through his body. free. free. He read it over and over in his mind.

……

"You should have tidied Master Draco's room earlier."

When Dobby got into the cabinet in the old warehouse, he heard Poppy say this hoarsely.

Poppy is another house elf of the Malfoy family. He was so old that no one wanted to see his old, wrinkled face and hands, so he was ordered not to appear in front of anyone. From then on, Poppy seemed to be forgotten by the Malfoy family, just growing older day by day in the warehouse.

Dobby once tried to suggest that Poppy sneak out of the Malfoy house.

"They don't remember you anymore!" Dobby said enviously, "and they told you to 'never see you again', but they didn't say you had to stay in Malfoy Manor! You can go out quietly - you can be free !”

Poppy's reaction to this was to look at Dobby resentfully with cloudy eyes, raise the desk lamp in the warehouse, and hit Dobby on the head in the darkness.

Poppy loved Malfoy Manor—or was loyal to Malfoy Manor, as any normal house-elf would be. He never wants to leave the manor in his life, and will always look forward to the day when his master remembers his name.

There were times when Dobby knew there was something wrong with him. He is willing to tell anyone who will hear his voice in a very small voice that he does not like his master, he does not like Malfoy Manor, the person he respects most is Mr. Harry Potter, and he also likes Albuquerque. Think Mr. Dumbledore, because the Hogwarts elf looks more dignified and more human than Poppy.

dignity. Dobby repeated the word in his mind.

"If Master allows me to clean up Master Draco's room..." Poppy muttered in a low voice.

Dignity, Dobby thought, climbing into the cupboard. free.

He turned his head and heard through magic that Master Draco's breathing gradually became slower and longer, and knew that his little master had fallen asleep. After the little master mentioned that he needed a house elf to accompany him to school, the mistress asked Dobby to "serve Draco well". From then on, he needed to meet any request of Master Draco.

But Dobby must say that he would rather be with his little master than stay in Malfoy Manor forever like Poppy, waiting in the dark for the call of his master or death. When he is with his little master, he can enter Hogwarts and secretly watch Harry Potter when the little master is not calling.

But - Dobby thought with regret - after that Quidditch match, the little master banned himself from contacting Mr. Harry Potter. Maybe he needed to find a way to remind Mr. Potter...

After Christmas is over, Dobby can return to Hogwarts again. At Hogwarts, elves have clean beds of their own. Dobby had asked them if they were paid, and then he said he didn't like working at the Malfoys - and no elf had spoken to him since.

But it doesn't matter, Dobby still likes Hogwarts. He would stand at the kitchen door and listen to the elves happily and respectfully delivering food to the professors.

In the cold warehouse, Dobby hopefully got into the pile of paper and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)