With Draco's long-term presence at the Vio family, the Malfoys' elf Dobby followed suit. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because the first spell in Draco was a gradient spell. Vio speculates that as time passes, his transparency and airification become more and more severe, until he finally turns into nothingness entirely. Draco felt that he might not survive the last time - until then, the food he would eat would only pass through his throat, and it was only a matter of time before he starved to death.

Now, he had gone from not being able to hold the books on the shelves to not being able to pull the curtains outside the shelves, and Draco had been immersed in books all day, except for necessary breaks and meals.

It's not Vio who accompanies him the most, she's been lucky lately, and she has found the cracking spell one after another according to the clues in the book, and there are no serious spells in the new book she drawn, and there is even a type of imprint spell that is the same as the previous peach heart spell, which she easily unlocked.

Because of the shadow caused by the third floor, as soon as Vio arrived at 12 o'clock in the afternoon, he immediately rushed downstairs, resolutely not staying in the library for an extra second.

Sometimes, though, when she and Draco were discussing some spells, she would occasionally lose track of time and stay longer. They have been able to communicate some academic issues peacefully. She was intrigued by the Gradient Spell on Draco, which would be useful if she could find a Crack Spell, comparable to the Cloak of Invisibility.

The only fly in the ointment is that in the book containing this spell, her great-great-great-aunt is still someone, and a note has been made: the gradient transparency spell can only work on the life forms that are in direct contact within the spell range.

Time passed like this, and soon there were two more days left in July to end.

Luckily, Vio's spells were almost cleared, except for a new humidification spell that came across yesterday.

Now every six hours, her clothes are wet, like they have been drenched in heavy rain, and then for the next five minutes, her clothes are slowly drying again. So basically the spell didn't affect her anymore.

However, this adds to Mickey's workload - he needs to deal with water stains on the floor when wet clothes appear.

When Vio went to see Draco after lunch, a new set of clothes was sitting lazily on the floor against the bookshelf. Several open books were spread out on the straight trousers at the same time.

"Dobby, hurry up, help me open the book. On the third level of the bookshelf behind you, the third book from left. He impatiently commanded Dobby, the house-elf who took care of him, "Well, why are you so stupid, count from the left side of the bookshelf, not the third one from the left of your arm, okay?"

Dobby drooped his two fan-like ears, and jumped pitifully to the left end of the bookshelf and began to count, his sharp fingers hesitated for a moment when he touched the third book, and Draco's voice behind him rang out again, "What are you rubbing Dobby?" Do you want me to give you a piece of clothing?"

"Master, do you really intend to-" Dobby's large, green, tennis-like eyes flashed a glimmer of light, but then went out again. Draco interrupted its illusion with his usual mocking laugh. "If you don't obey again, punish yourself, Dobby. Hurry up and hand me the book. ”

As if he had been pricked in the skin, Dobby quickly handed the book over.

Then it grabbed a book next to it and slapped it the head - "Draco, stop it!"

"It's okay, the book will be fine, and even if it's broken, Dobby's elf magic will fix it. Draco said nonchalantly, such punishments were commonplace for him.

Vio grabbed Dobby's hand herself, and she was about to snatch the book from Dobby's hand when Draco spoke, "Stop, Dobby." ”

Dobby stopped out of breath, silently restoring the book. Then he glanced at Vio, walked to the side and blew his nose fiercely, as if crying.

"Thanks to you, otherwise my fate this afternoon would have been unpredictable. Vio herself breathed a sigh of relief, she had just almost touched that book again, and she didn't know what spells were in it, but she was finally more relaxed, and she didn't want to go back to the weird time right away.

"Hmph. It's just a house-elf, and girls are easy to be soft-hearted and short-sighted. Draco said dismissively.

Vio shook his head, Draco didn't take the house-elves who were busy with him every day at all, this attitude wasn't developed in a short period of time - I am afraid it was largely influenced by his parents. Vio vividly remembers Lucius's attitude towards the sick Dobby at the Malfoy House Christmas party earlier.

"No, it can only be said that there are a thousand Hamlets out of a thousand readers. Dobby has always taken care of you and been there for you, and you know this much better than I do. ”

"So what? they were born to be slaves—" Draco paused abruptly, then asked suspiciously, "What do you mean by that phrase? Hamlet, Harry Potter's nickname?"

"—No, you heard it wrong, it's not Hamlet, it's Demlet. Vio smiled slyly.

Draco was silent for a long time, but she continued, "That sentence is that everyone has a different perspective on the same thing, and therefore has a variety of opinions. I'm wondering, is it really your intention to treat Dobby so brutally, or do you think that neither Mr. nor Mrs. Malfoy like Dobby, but you want to be a little more like them, so you have inherited their approach in this matter?"

“······ How did I find out that you were so much more verbose than Pansy······" After a moment, Draco said in a sullen voice.

- Comparing her to Pansy.

"Really?" Vio's face changed. She said grimly, approaching the dress······

"What did you do! Are you still a wizard—"

"Oh, I'm afraid yes, I'm not just a wizard, I'm a wizard who knows kung fu. Vio replied happily, not slowing down the strength of his hand at all - the transparent Draco was so good that he couldn't see a trace of the ravage.

When Vio had enough of hearing Draco's wailings, she got up and went downstairs. Draco was left clutching a potentially bruised patch of his arm, wondering bitterly why this girl was so cruel - and it seemed to have happened.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Lucius suddenly came to the Santriel mansion, and then took Dobby away for a while, and at about eleven o'clock, the whole house was silent, and Vio secretly dragged Mickey in the kitchen to make a birthday cake for Harry.

Under Mickey's guidance (magic), Vio's cake finally doesn't look like a normal cake. She looked at the six straight "blowing wands" on the cake—the goal scored by the Quidditch ball, the icing golden snitch whizzing around the goal post in the air, and Harry's name written all over the field, imagining Harry's surprise when he saw the cake.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the living room.