"All he needs is his master to give him something to wear, clothes, socks, anything. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Sirius replied patiently, and then added, "There is also a tradition in our family that house-elves cut off their heads when they are too old to hold a plate, which was started by my aunt. ”

"What!" Hermione covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief as she heard the second half, her eyes widening. This act of treating the house-elves was so cruel that she wanted to scream out in a terrible way.

"You didn't go in just now, or there is a special place for house-elf heads next to the stairs at the end of the hallway. Sirius didn't notice Hermione's reaction, but continued to add.

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

"I'm going to set them both free!" Hermione couldn't keep her composure any longer, muttering as her feet unconsciously moved closer to the mansion.

She has now lost even the ability to think, Sirius is talking about the family tradition of the Black family, and now that the owners of the house-elves have changed, naturally they will not follow this practice anymore.

"Dobby feels the kindness of the young lady in front of her!Dobby is grateful to you!" With a whoosh, Dobby flashed in front of Hermione, opened his arms, and shouted loudly, forcing Hermione to stop, otherwise she would probably knock Dobby to the ground.

"But Dobby is now very satisfied, and Master Malfoy is a good host!" Dobby's words made Hermione's steps pause.

"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 head, both ears fluttering, desperately retorting Hermione's claims.

"Wages?" Hermione repeated the word from Dobby's mouth, and then heard Blake's slightly surprised words, "Paid house-elves, this is the first time I've heard of it." At this time, Sirius's face was also a look of surprise.

"Isn't it a natural thing to work and get paid? Ron said disdainfully, wondering why Blake was looking like this.

Harry nodded his head.

"If it is based entirely on the contract signed between the wizard and the house-elf, the house-elf can be regarded as the wizard's private property until the contract is terminated. Blake stared at Ron, then continued, "Will you pay the pots and pans in your house?"

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

Hermione looked at Dobby with a complicated expression.

She had one less reason to hate that person, and Hermione now wished Malfoy could show something bad so that she wouldn't have so much trouble changing her mind.

Thinking of this, Hermione let out a long sigh of loss, and her face, which had been flushed with anger just now, quickly faded from blood again, and looked miserable white.

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

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

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

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"Miss Parkinson, you've learned it all!" said Kreacher's deep voice echoing through the kitchen, and if you listened closely, you could hear some joy, but it was desperately suppressed.

Kreacher's eyes were red, and he was about to cry with joy, and 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 Miss Parkinson was going to cook for his master, and as a house elf, all interests should be put first by the master, and if he really let Master Malfoy eat the food that Pansy had made before, Kreacher would think that he was murdering his master!

"Really?" Pansy glanced suspiciously at the plate in front of her, and with a little joy in her heart, she gently picked a piece of meat with her fork and put it into her mouth.

"It's okay, so-so. Pansy said casually, but her eyes were already bent into a slit, and her eyebrows revealed an uncontrollable smile.

"I'll make today's dishes, do you hear?" Pansy commanded, and Kreacher had no reason to object, and Malfoy told him that as long as he didn't give orders that were too much, he would not be able to stop him from doing so.

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

Malfoy would never have imagined what was going to happen at dinner today.

He doesn't know anything about any of this now, and he's still practicing his Occlumency.

The appearance of Salazar Slytherin made him realize that his Occlumency was still flawed, and that a truly flawless Occlumencian Brain would not be noticed, which meant that the user's defensiveness would be detected.

Whether it is the deep memory of the mind being probed, or the vigilant heart being detected, at a critical moment, it is enough to kill.

Malfoy didn't know what he would encounter in the future, so he could only continue to improve his strength as much as possible.

And Salazar has also given him enough help in this area.

It is a very simple truth that the best hunters will always bring the thinking of the prey when hunting.

As a unique person in the field of regents, Salazar also has a very deep understanding of cerebral occlusion.

"Clear your brain, you are too guarded, if you want to deceive your enemy, then you must not let him feel your defense..."

"Emotions and rationality, only by perfectly controlling the two, can we truly master the Occlumency. Salazar's tone was arrogant, and he was qualified to make that judgment.

"Whew. Malfoy let out a sigh of relief, and when he cleared his mind, there was something like a meditation-like experience, like another "me", looking at it all from an objective distance, the feeling of trying to pull away his emotions and turn himself into the walking dead, if it lasted too long, it was really not a good experience, and he suspected that if he continued to practice like this, he might really lose all his feelings.

That's really putting the cart before the horse.

Exit from the state of the exercise.

"Kreacher. Malfoy shouted, but received no response, if it was usual, even if he was teaching Pansy to cook, Kreacher would immediately appear in front of him.

"Dobby?" Malfoy shouted again, but it was the same thing.

As a house-elf, there is always a certain degree of induction with the owner of the contract, which is often one-way, allowing the latter to let the summoned house-elf arrive in time when the house-elf is in need of the house-elf's services.

"Couldn't they all have been poisoned by Pansy, could they?" Malfoy thought with some amusement, realizing that his call was not answered, and Malfoy first deduced such a possibility.

"Let's go down and have a look. Even though he knew that his speculation was ridiculous, Malfoy decided to go downstairs to take a look, he now felt that Pansy was actually not bad to be here with him, at least there was someone who could talk, and he didn't have any common language with the house-elf Malfoy.

"Draco, Dobby, and Kreacher have gone shopping. Pansy explained without replying to the fact that nothing had happened, and she was now intently watching the stew on her boiler, which was smelling a tantalizing aroma.

"If I'm not mistaken, I asked Dobby to bring enough groceries from home for at least a year. Malfoy walked slowly down the steps, looking at the current kitchen, picking up an empty plate and looking at it, mercilessly exposing Pansy's lies.

"Well, I just wanted to show you my hand before I took the two of them away. Pansy turned around, stuck out her tongue, and said with a low brow.

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

"Of course not!" said Pansy, hastily denied, "I'm a great cooker now. She said with some pride.

That's why I wanted to break them apart and show myself. Pansy lowered her head again like a child who had been caught doing something wrong, and muttered, glancing at Malfoy's expression.

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

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

"It's all your fault! you'll be responsible for eating this pot of paste!" Pansy hurriedly turned around, and in a panic turned down the heat on the stove, before patting his chest and breathing a sigh of relief.

"Well, without interfering with your play, I'm looking forward to it. After making sure nothing had happened, Malfoy said goodbye to Pansy and left the basement kitchen.

After another moment.

"Whew. Pansy put on her gloves and brought the boiling stew from the stove to the table, then quickly took off her gloves and began to blow into the palms of her hands.

"It's so hot!" Looking at her somewhat reddened palms, Pansy's emotions were unusually high, and she couldn't stop being excited, she was getting closer and closer to her goal.

"Oh, and the most important thing. Pansy seemed to think of something, threw her gloves at the fireside, and left the kitchen, trotting up the stairs to the fifth floor, which had been Sirius, but now belonged to her own room.

"It's just the two of you. Pansy unzipped her suitcase, lifted it up, and stared at the two bottles and muttered to herself, the liquid in the bottles was blocked by the brown bottles, making it difficult to distinguish the colors, but the label on the bottleneck had determined the identity of the two.

One bottle is champagne and the other bottle is juice.

Pansy slowly took out the latter, then opened the cap, placed it on the ground, and carefully took out a small bottle from her arms, the liquid in which was now taking on a dreamy, ambiguous pink color.

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

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

"No matter!" Pansy thought about it, but Pansy poured all the liquid from the vial into it, the pale pink potion drowning in the dark purple juice, and there was no sign of mixing at all.

"Luckily, I chose blueberry juice. By this time Pansy had put the caps back on.

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

As a wizarding family, the Black family's mansion will definitely not be classified in the Muggle area, so Pansy does not have to worry about being punished, and this mansion at 12 Grimmauld Place is still part of the wizarding community.

Pansy let out a long sigh of relief as the cap was tightly corked back on, and it was impossible to see that it had been opened, as if it had just been bought, so that there were no obvious flaws.

Next, all she has to do is cook while waiting until the evening.

Focusing on one thing always makes people feel that time passes quickly, and when they return to the kitchen and "struggle" for a while, Pansy realizes that it is not too early.

It was getting late, and when Malfoy walked into the small dining room next to the kitchen again, he found that it had completely changed, and if Dobby and Kreacher had just cleaned up the original mess, the current room even made Malfoy suspect that he had arrived at a hotel.

There is no light, only candlelight, two peach-heart-shaped candles are placed in the center of the long table, which is exuding a soft light, the table is covered with a high-end tablecloth printed with flowers, a landscape painting is hung on the wall not far away, and a few delicate roses, and next to the table, there are two beautifully crafted dining tables and chairs.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart moved slightly.

"Let's talk to her after dinner. Malfoy thought and decided to talk to Pansy after dinner.

"Chicken and ham pie at the end!" Pansy walked out of the kitchen with a plate on her face, with a smile on her face that she had been planning for a long, long time.

Ever since I picked up that book.

"Draco, can you open a bottle of champagne to celebrate my progress?" Pansy and Malfoy were already seated in their chairs, and Pansy bent down and lifted a delicate 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 father's cellar. Pansy said with a bit of a thief's heart, holding her cheeks and looking intently at the label on the bottle.

As a result, Malfoy snatched the bottle of wine and put it at his feet.

"Have you forgotten your lesson in Hogsmeade's pub? Malfoy said with a blank face, ignoring Pansy's "plea".

"I think it's a good bottle. Malfoy saw another bottle of drink on the table and held it to himself.