The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Anyone can see that Dobby's current expression is clearly that he is so happy that he is crying with joy.He doesn't have the reluctance and love for his master that a serious house elf would have at all, but only the joy of being free!

Lucius raised such a chic house-elf, so he was naturally old-fashioned, and he couldn't speak when facing Dracula's questioning.

"Lucius, if you really want to get rid of Voldemort, let me give you a piece of advice—" Dracula stood up, took a step forward slowly, and stared into Lucius' gray eyes, "Those who ruled under Voldemort Put away the habits left over during the period, as well as your so-called bad behavior as a nobleman."

Dracula said softly, "I can't understand it."

The cold sweat on Lucius' body instantly soaked the clothes on his back, and his face became paler than usual.

"I understand, Professor Dracula." He lowered his head, bent his knee involuntarily, and then forcibly straightened it back, forcing himself to suppress his habitual behavior of wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Very good, it seems that you really understand." Dracula raised the corner of his mouth, drank the wine in the goblet, and then put the wine glass casually on the long table beside him, making a crisp sound.

Lucius picked up the wine bottle winkingly, and refilled a glass of bright red wine for Dracula.

Dracula smiled in satisfaction, pulled out a chair and sat down, pinched the slender cup foot again, and shook it gently.

The bright red wine swirled in the glass, and the vortex on the liquid surface shattered the reflections of Dracula and Lucius, and the color of the wine gradually became darker.

Lucius stared blankly at his messy figure in the liquor, as if he saw his complicated mood.

"Tell me, what compensation do you want?"

Dracula's voice interrupted Lucius's chaotic thoughts, "No matter how you say it, I have caused you to lose a precious house elf. You can think about what compensation you need."

Lucius froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say some clichés of rejection, such as "The best reward is being able to help Professor Dracula", "Working for Professor Dracula is what I should do" and so on. speak.

He often said these words when facing the Dark Lord, and he couldn't be more skilled.

However, just as those polite words were about to be spoken, such a scene suddenly appeared in Lucius' vision——

The same Malfoy Manor living room, the same seats, but the scene is not as magnificent as it is today, but very dark and gloomy.

A hoarse and low voice sounded from the seat in front of the living room.

"You did a good job, Lucius." The figure with scarlet eyes and snake-like gloomy gaze said coldly, "I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. Tell me, do you have any rewards you want?"

"Being able to serve the master is the reward I want most!" Lucius said in a flattering tone, without any hindrance, saying the routine that he had said countless times before.

However, this time, he didn't seem to be as lucky as usual.

"I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea." Voldemort opened his mouth and showed a hideous smile. "Let your son join the Death Eaters, Lucius."

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Lucius suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Dracula who was shaking the wine glass in front of him, and swallowed the cliché that almost blurted out in his throat.

"Professor Dracula, I do have an unkind request." He took a deep breath and changed his words.

"Tell me about it." Dracula replied casually, looking at the wine glass in his hand.

"I have a son who is studying at Hogwarts..." Lucius said after deliberation, "If it's convenient, please take care of him a little longer."

After saying this, Lucius looked up at Dracula, hoping to discern his will from his expression.

Dracula stopped shaking the wine glass, turned his head in a little surprise, and looked at Lucius' expression of worrying about gains and losses.

"Draco Malfoy, right? I remember him." Dracula chuckled, "It's a very simple thing, are you sure you want me to take this small thing as compensation for you?"

"No, Professor Dracula, Draco is no small matter to me." Lucius said, "He is the most important thing in my life and Narcissa's life."

"Okay, I see." Dracula still held the stem of the goblet, and stood up from the chair.

He strolled towards the open space in front of the living room, still excited

Dobby, who was wiping away tears, waved.

Dobby hurriedly hugged his own little dress, and ran to Dracula's side with small steps.

A round of dark moon quietly emerged from behind Dracula, the moonlight was cold, but it illuminated the magnificent living room of Malfoy Manor, dimly eclipsed.

Dracula gently shook the wine glass, and walked into the moonlight with the elves——

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Draco."

Dracula's voice disappeared along with the moonlight, and the lights in the hall brightened up again, and the light shone into Lucius' gray child hole.

Lucius suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the back of the seat.

He knew that his actions today were not in vain—

Since Dracula agreed to look after Draco, it meant that he didn't mind providing some shelter for the offspring of the Malfoy family, and Draco would no longer be forced to become a Death Eater.

In this way, even if Voldemort returns again, even if Lucius angers the cruel Dark Lord, the Malfoy family will not cut off all inheritance.

The dark moonlight shone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Dracula shook his wine glass and walked out of the moonlight.Beside him was a house-elf with a little dress on his arm.

Unlike the weather in Wiltshire, England, where Malfoy Manor is located, the Scottish Highlands, where Hogwarts is located, is still raining heavily.

Accompanied by the strong wind, the raindrops slapped on the window glass of the office, and there were traces of water in the lake.

Dracula leaned against the cold window, took a sip of his drink, and turned to look at Dobby who had just stopped crying.

"Finally stopped crying?" he asked.

"Dobby...Dobby is just too excited!" Dobby wiped his eyes again, rubbed his wet palms on the old pillowcase he was wearing, and held the little dress in his arms very preciously, while He looked up at Dracula.

"Thank you, Mr. Dracula, for freeing Dobby!" he said gratefully in a piercing high voice. "Mr. Dracula set Dobby free! You and Harry who defeated the Dark Lord Potter is great!"

Dracula shook his head with a chuckle.

He didn't expect that even if he freed Dobby, he would only be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Harry Potter.It is conceivable how high the status of his savior student is in the eyes of the house elves!

"That is to say... Before I rescued Dobby, my status was not as high as that of a student?" He shrugged dumbfoundingly.

"Dobby, I'm actually very curious." Dracula then looked at Dobby and asked curiously, "As a house elf, why do you yearn for freedom so much? It's just because Lucius and the others treat you badly." okay?"

"Because... Dobby is a unique house-elf!" A bright smile suddenly broke out on the elf's ugly brown-red face, showing all his teeth, "Dobby was never willing to suffer like other elves. Never want to go back to the past and live under a rule that cannot be named!"

"So Dobby wants to be a free house-elf!"

Having said that, Dobby's emotions became agitated, bouncing around in place.

"But if Dobby still has a master, then Dobby will never be a free elf..." he said, "Fortunately, the great Mr. Dracula helped Dobby get freedom!"

"Then you are really an independent house elf." Dracula chuckled, "What should this be called, a progressive elf in the new century of magic?"

"It's not as exaggerated as Mr. Dracula said..." Dobby lowered his head a little shyly, and whispered, "Dobby...Dobby is just doing what he wants to do."

"Then what are your plans for the future, Dobby?" Dracula asked thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen a free house elf, I don't know What can you do..."

"Sir, Dobby has already made up his mind." Dobby's eyes widened, and the expression in his eyes was slightly sad, "Dobby is going to wear new clothes to meet the great Harry Potter

Apologize to him personally... Dobby almost caused Harry Potter to fall off his broom, almost broke his bones..."

"Harry Potter will never forgive a very bad Dobby..."

Dobby lowered his head, his expression became a little lonely.

"On the contrary, I think Potter will forgive you." Dracula said with a smile.

At this time, he had already taken out the title deed of Hogwarts, and saw what the little wizards all over the castle were doing——

The Quidditch match had just been completed a few hours earlier, and the festivities that followed were far from over.

Countless little wizards wearing school robes with red collars gathered together in the Gryffindor common room, surrounded by a little wizard wearing round-frame glasses, and celebrated the Gryffindor team lively Beat Slytherin's record.

Among them, two red-haired twins also set off two huge fireworks in the common room, filling the entire space with fire.

Wearing the prefect badge was another red-haired student, who arrived just in time, doused the flames brought by the fireworks with the water-making spell, and started chasing the twins around...

"Dobby, you can go to Gryffindor's dormitory to take a look in a while." Dracula smiled with interest, and said to Dobby, "The Harry Potter you are thinking about is in the common room Let's have a celebration party!"

"I was very tired from the ball game in the morning. When their banquet is almost over, Potter should go back to his dormitory to sleep. At that time, you can go to his dormitory to ask him for forgiveness."

Dracula gave Dobby an encouraging look.

"Having just won the game, Porter must be in a good mood, and you have no bad intentions. According to his personality, he shouldn't embarrass you."

Hearing Dracula's comfort, Dobby's expression became much happier, and his mood also became more cheerful.

"It would be great if Harry Potter could really forgive Dobby!" He smiled brightly, his big pointy ears pricked up, "Wait until the great Harry Potter forgives Dobby, Dobby Then you can go to work without worry!"

"Wait, what are you talking about... Looking for a job?" Dracula's mouth twitched, and he looked at Dobby inexplicably, "You just became a free elf, why did you want to find a job in a blink of an eye?"

Dobby's unique brain circuit is indeed fun enough, but it always makes Dracula a little bit behind.

"No, Dobby is a free house-elf, but not a lazy, passive house-elf!" Dobby told Dracula seriously the difference between the two kinds of house-elves, "House-elves can't live without a job. , the life of a house-elf without a job is meaningless!"

"So you want to find another master?" Dracula frowned.

If Dobby really gave Dracula an affirmative answer, it can only show that he misread this maverick elf.This also means that Dracula's interest in Dobby will no longer exist.

Naturally, Dracula didn't want this house elf, the only one in the history of magic who had been freed voluntarily, to look for a master again.

Fortunately, Dobby did not disappoint Dracula.

"Dobby doesn't want to find another master." Dobby said a little coyly, "Dobby wants to find a real job...the kind that can get paid!"

"A house elf who needs a salary?" Dracula's eyes lit up, and he became interested immediately, "Why don't you give me a job, two hundred galleons a month, ten days of vacation. Is this salary acceptable?"

However, what Dracula didn't expect was that Dobby suddenly screamed loudly:

"Mr. Dracula is looking down on Dobby!"

"Don't you think it's not enough?" Dracula frowned slightly.

The salary he gave was already quite a good salary in the magic world. I am afraid that the Minister of Magic may not necessarily have such a high salary.

"No! This salary is too high, and it will shame Dobby!" Dobby said loudly.

Dracula: "..."

Chapter 140 The capitalist wants to cry

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"So how much salary do you want?" Dracula was a little speechless, and then asked.