Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Because his master ordered him not to go out casually, and to come back immediately after going out to do something, and not to be seen by anyone or the house-elf.

On the other hand, Malfoy ordered the house-elves in the castle not to enter his dormitory or touch any of his personal belongings.

Dobby is naturally also a "personal property".

Dobby was responsible for cleaning the dormitory, and no one else noticed.

The elves in the castle would certainly notice the difference, but Lucius told him that the house-elves would never report a change of this magnitude to the school's management.

They were the tools of the castle, and all they had to do was clean, prepare food, and follow orders.

They do not have the power to "gather information, monitor students, and maintain school order."

Although Draco was hiding Dobby, he wasn't too worried.

He looked at the people who knew nothing about this, including the professors in the school, and even felt a vague sense of superiority.

"What's the point of so many school rules?" Draco thought smugly: "As long as I want, the school is simply vulnerable... and those professors are all idiots!"

He had no idea that among the silly, eager-to-please house-elves in the castle, there was more than one house-elf who wanted to take the initiative to "do something".

……

"The students didn't let McGee clean the dorm, but McGee heard it."

McGee showed off his big ears and said, "McGee has the best hearing and can hear very far away."

"Thank you, McGee," Weed said. "I'll try to find a way to meet the house-elf."

"Ved Grey, be careful." McGee said seriously, "That elf has strong magical power... stronger than McGee."

"I'll be careful." Wade thought for a moment and asked, "McGee, among the house-elves in the castle, who has the strongest magic power?"

"Ralph, of course," McGee said.

"Ralph?"

"He is over 160 years old. He is the oldest and the strongest."

“He told us what to do,” McGee explained.

Vader understood.

That Ralph should be the manager of all house-elves?

Assign tasks to the elves, and maybe even take on the responsibility of teaching them.

Over a hundred and sixty years old... Older than Dumbledore...

Although the lifespan of house-elves can reach up to two hundred years, in reality, not many elves can live that long.

When some elves get old, their owners may think that they can no longer provide quality services, so they will order them to end their lives early.

For example, the former Black family.

Most elves have not been treated well since birth, which has affected their lifespan and magic power.

Wade was quite interested in talking to Ralph, who was over 160 years old.

That house-elf must have witnessed many stories worthy of history.

……

The next day, the news of the fight in Slytherin House spread throughout the school.

Everyone was surprised because Snake House has always been known for its unity, perhaps second only to Hufflepuff. However, Lion House and Eagle House often have conflicts within their houses.

Of course, this is not because the little snakes are united and friendly, but because they are very good at "keeping a secret" - even if they are fighting fiercely in the lounge, they will not show it outside the college.

This gives people the feeling that the Snake House is always advancing and retreating together.

Upon hearing this strange thing, the students from the other three colleges could no longer suppress their curiosity.

Everyone ran to the school infirmary in groups. Some said they had headaches, some said they had coughs, some said they couldn't sleep last night, and some said they were a little anxious recently. Their real purpose was to take a look at the Slytherins lying on the hospital beds.

Most of the second-year Slytherin boys were inside, and there were also two first-years.

Outside the ward, the Gryffindors were complaining about feeling dizzy and laughing loudly.

The Slytherins looked unhappy as the chaotic crowd came and went.

They all pulled up the curtains around the bed, but Lion House seemed to enjoy even looking at the curtains.

After class, Malfoy came to visit his roommates again, intending to amuse himself with their miserable plight.

But before he reached the ward door, he met a few Gryffindors who were arm in arm and walking through the corridor laughing. Malfoy's face darkened.

Then, he stood not far away, watching the students who found excuses to run into the infirmary for a visit, until they were all driven away by Madam Pomfrey, who had reached the limit of her patience.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"See that, Draco?"

The sixth-year student, Furley, whispered, "Why do you think we Slytherins should unite? Because if we are divided, our enemies will only laugh at us loudly from above. No one will sympathize with us, let alone lend a helping hand."

"What do you mean?" Malfoy frowned.

Yaxley said coldly, "When you hurt your companions, you thought you got a short-term pleasure of revenge."

Foley continued: "But when you look back, you will find that you are also one of those who are laughed at and despised."

"Because you're a Slytherin."

"Because we're Slytherins."

"Admit it, Draco. We are from Slytherin, which is a sin in the eyes of many people!"

"It was the Sorting Hat that made the choice for us, but during the seven years at school and in our future lives, no one spoke out about the injustice we suffered."

"Haven't you heard that Slytherins are born bad guys?"

"If we want to restore the honor of Slytherin and the glory of pure-blood wizards, we must not fight each other or kill each other, but unite and fight for the rights we deserve!"

Fry and the students around him exchanged glances and words. Malfoy had forgotten what he wanted to say. His mind was shaken by what the other party said, and he couldn't help asking:

"What to do?"

The others exchanged glances, and some smiled and nodded.

"Come with me, Draco."

Foley put his arm around Malfoy's shoulder and said as they walked: "In order to deal with the cruel current situation, we like-minded people have formed a club. I thought maybe you would like to join..."

The two talked in low voices, then walked away surrounded by Slytherin students.

The corridor suddenly became empty.

Then, a figure gradually emerged, as if a magic eraser was rubbing against the wall, revealing him.

Vader frowned slightly as he watched the Slytherins disappear around the corner.

"All right……"

he said to himself.

"You have only read a novel. It is impossible for you to understand all the situations in the world."

The good news is that since Malfoy was taken to join some club, he probably won't be back in the dormitory for a while, which is a good time for him to meet Dobby.

Wade thought about this and walked along the corridor for a while, then suddenly asked, "McGee?"

Suddenly, a short figure appeared behind the pillar beside him. McGee leaned over to look at him and said softly, "I'm here, Wade Grey."

"Can you please help me listen to what they said?" Wade said, "This is not an order... If it makes you feel embarrassed, forget it."

McGee asked quietly, "Is Vid Grey worried that they might do something bad?"

Vader said: "How did Voldemort recruit the first Death Eaters?"

The mention of that name made McGee shudder, and then he bowed.

"McGee gets it, Weed Grey."

Chapter 195 Vader and Dobby

Vader followed a few Slytherin students and headed underground.

He wasn't very familiar with those students, but he knew they were fourth graders.

"I didn't expect those two idiots Crabbe and Goyle could do such a thing." A girl said, "I thought they couldn't even use the Light Charm!"

Another boy said: "Their practical skills are actually pretty good. They both passed the exams last semester... At least better than Flint."

Hearing this, several people laughed quietly.

Marcus Flint is the captain of the Quidditch team, tall and strong, but he is only good at Quidditch, and all other subjects are a mess.

In the OWLs exam, Flint only barely reached the level of Charms to continue his studies.

He was a seventh-year student this year, but Professor Flitwick had clearly advised him that it would be difficult for him to pass the final wizarding exam with his current mediocre level, and suggested that he spend more time on studying.

However, the more pressure Marcus was under, the more he became addicted to Quidditch, which gave him a sense of accomplishment. If he continued like this, he would almost certainly be held back.

In the past, when Slytherins called someone stupid, they would say "You should be in Hufflepuff with your brain."

But now, they say, "Are you Flint?"

But this joke did not spread beyond the Snake House.

They chatted and laughed for a while, then stopped in front of a damp, empty stone wall.

"Pureblood."

The leading boy said.

A hidden stone door slowly opened, and everyone walked in one by one. The girl at the back couldn't help but look back.

The stone door slowly closed as she watched.

The girl felt that the stone gate seemed to close slower today than usual, but she was not very sensitive to time and was not sure.

"Come sit here, Peggy!"

her companion cried.