It was Christmas Eve when Lady Santrill and Vio got home from the Wizard's Robe Shop, and Mr. Santrill was already waiting for them by the Christmas tree in the living room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Vio and Mrs. Santurrell walked along the straight grove in front of the manor, and after walking for about a few minutes, they saw a huge sculptural fountain, surrounded by several dragons holding a huge flower basket, in which the white lily of the valley and the blue cornflower were pure, and the flowers were carved so lifelike that the water gushed out of the flowers, merging in the air into a bunch upward, dancing and marking "Merrychristmas (Merry Christmas)" , and finally fell into the surrounding waterhole, splashing a bunch of small silver stars and small bells, making a pleasant Christmas carol.

Vio was amazed, and she and Madame Santriel stopped to watch.

"Do you like it?"

Mister Santrill didn't know when he walked up to them.

Vio looked at his mother and father looking at each other affectionately, and whispered at the right time: "Mom and Dad, I'll go and put things down first." ”

She slipped away as fast as she could.

As she walked through the living room and climbed the scissor stairs, she felt someone in the corner staring at her.

"Who? who's there?" asked Vio aloud.

She waited for a while, but no one spoke, and Vio smiled thinking that she was too sensitive and was ready to continue walking. At that moment, out of the shadows came a small creature with two large eyes protruding like electric bulbs, pointed but drooping ears, skinny limbs, a very uneven bulging belly, and only a rag wrapped around it. This image -- needless to say, it's a house elf.

Vio was taken aback, she didn't expect that there were house-elves in the Santriel family.

"It was Mickey, the little host. Scares you. The elf looked at her timidly, not daring to go any further. He waited for a while, and when he saw that Vio didn't speak, he immediately bounced, and his huge head kept hitting the handrail of the stairs. While chanting, "Bad Mickey, Bad Mickey!" scared the little master!"

Vio knew he was punishing himself - whenever the house-elves felt they had done something wrong, they were always bound by magic to punish themselves. She hurriedly grabbed the house-elf's hand.

"That's enough, you didn't do anything wrong—" The house-elf struggled to bump it, and Vio had to say, "Stop, it's an order." ”

The house-elf finally stopped, and he was panting, one arm still hanging from Vio's hand, looking like it was hanging in mid-air.

Vio quickly let go, "Mickey, are you hurt?"

"Dear little host, Mickey was not hurt. The house-elf stared at the aching, watery eyes, and looked cute and pitiful.

"Do you know how to heal magic, Mickey?" Seeing that he didn't dare to tell the truth, Vio had to use another way. "It doesn't hurt at all with magic. ”

"Yes, little master. Mickey stretched out his long, scary fingers and snapped them very loudly, and the next second it looked much more energetic and no longer teary-eyed.

"Vio, what's wrong," a strange woman's voice rang out, with a hint of confusion, "Did Mitch mess with you again, honey, and trust me, it didn't mean to." ”

Vio looked over to see a silver-haired woman standing at the end of the long carpet on the stairs, her face was delicate and looked a bit like a male version of Mr. Santril, and Vio's memories of the body told her that it was her aunt, Cygnus Centaurea.

Although her tone of voice to Vio sounded quite intimate, the expression on her face was not very pleasant.

It took Vio a few seconds to react, maybe before she crossed over, the owner of this body hated house-elves and Aunt Sigoness didn't, she always scoffed at Vio's previous practice of hating elves. She is also one of the few Ravenclaw graduates in the Santrill family, but she has a good relationship with Vio's father and mother.

Vio doesn't want to cause trouble, and she doesn't want others to find out that she's different from before. So immediately said, "Aunt Sigoness, long time no see, Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas. Sigoness replied lightly, she didn't seem to have much intention to communicate with Vio further, and immediately walked up from Vio's side after saying this.

On the stairs, only Vio and the house-elf Mickey were left staring wide-eyed, and Vio said first: "Mickey, why don't you go and rest first-?"

"Little master, Mickey can't, the owners don't rest. ”

・・・・・・ "Okay, okay, but, Mickey, why do you always look at me with round eyes?" How could her house-elves be so honest, if Dobby of the Malfoys was as enthusiastic and free-spirited, she wouldn't have to care so much about the way she spoke and the way she spoke.

"It's alright, Mitch, go to sleep now. Mom and Dad just didn't need to be disturbed, so I went to sleep. Goodnight Mitch. ”

"・・・・・・Yes, little master. Although Mitch agreed, he still looked at Vio pitifully, with an indescribable grievance in his eyes. Vio couldn't figure out what he had done to make it like this, it didn't look like it was moving, it didn't look like resentment. Vio couldn't just leave it alone, she thought for a moment, as if there was only one possibility left—it might want to provide it with a decent garment—and that meant the house-elf was free.

"Mickey, are you, do you want a piece of clothing?" asked Vio suspiciously.

The poor house-elf howled at the first hearing this, and its two hands were clenched into fists alternately at its own head, and it howled: "Little master, don't drive away Mickey, don't drive away Mickey!"

Vio's eyes were almost out of her sockets, she used her stomach to stop Mickey from continuing to hit the armrest's head before she could react, and then she held her stomach and tears in pain, "You ・・・・・・ stop!" I just ・・・・・・ ask・・・・・・ "Merlin's socks, why do they hurt so much!" She didn't have the strength to speak anymore, and it felt better to slander her stomach.

Mickey stopped, ripped the rag around his neck and sobbed loudly at Vio, blowing his nose. Vio feels like she's about to pass out, who can tell her what this is?

"I thought, I'm still alive・・・・・・ Mickey, give me a hand. ”

"Good, good, little master. Mickey hurriedly tied the rag back around his neck, then reached out with two hands to help Vio, who forced himself not to look at the snot-blown rag on his body, for fear that if he lost control of himself, he would do something that even he couldn't control.

Mickey was skinny, but she had a lot of strength, and she carried Vio almost all the way to the bed in her bedroom, and then watched her lie down. This time, Mickey finally didn't continue to look at Vio, but slowly moved out of the bedroom and downstairs step by step.

Its body quickly drowned in the darkness in the corner, completely oblivious to the fact that everything had just been seen clearly by a person through the hidden door on the second floor. The man frowned slightly, not knowing whether he was happy or worried.

Vio lay on the bed, the pain in her upper abdomen for a while, then gradually subsided, and her thoughts slowly returned to normal. I'm going to have to give Mickey a shower tomorrow and figure out what's going on. On top of that, you have to attend the ball at the Malfoy house, and alas, you have to get up early to prepare gifts to send out, which is good, don't want to sleep lazy during the holidays.