The end result is expected to disappoint her, Dobby is only a special case, and does not represent the vast majority of house-elves. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As Hagrid said, there are one or two freaks in every species.

It would be a shame for them that the other house-elves would not like freedom as much as Dobby, and would not accept wages.

"Thank you, Miss, Master Aven!" Dobby said, smiling at the two of them, showing a lot of teeth, "After Twilight was released, Dobby led her to find a lot of wizard families, hoping that they could take Twilight in, most wizards don't want a paid house-elf, they say that's not the quality of a house-elf, and then they slam the door on Dobby and Twilight!" There are wizards who are willing to give Sparkle a job for free, but Dobby can't give Sparkle to them, she needs to work, but she also has to dress and get paid like Dobby......"

The house-elves at Hogwarts began to quietly move away, dodging Dobby, as if he was carrying some kind of infectious germ.

Twinkle didn't move, but the volume of her wails was clearly up again.

She was crying so sadly, crying and crying, that she suddenly threw herself forward from the stool and fell face down on the stone floor.

Twinkle thrashed her tiny fists and screamed in pain.

Hermione quickly crouched beside her, trying to comfort her, but nothing Hermione said.

Dobby continued to tell his story, screaming loudly and drowning out the sparkling wailing.

"Dobby suddenly had an idea, Master Aven, Dobby thought of Hogwarts, there was enough work here for Dobby to take care of Twilight, and Professor Dumbledore was more than willing to take her in and pay her for it. Dobby said, "He's the greatest wizard besides Harry Potter and Master Aven, and Dobby has heard a lot about him." ”

Dobby had a very big smile on his face, tears of joy filling his eyes.

"How much did Professor Dumbledore pay you?"

"He originally planned to give Dobby ten gold Galleons a week, but Dobby didn't ask for it, Master Aven has already paid Dobby's salary, and Dobby is here just to help!" Dobby said, "When the holidays come, Dobby will have to go back to Master Aven's house." ”

"Humph!" Hermione didn't speak, she glared at Aven.

She knew that Evan only paid Dobby one gold Galleon a week, which she thought was too little.

She had also persuaded Evan to pay Dobby more than once, but to no avail.

Every time he mentioned it, Dobby seemed very scared.

He would hug Evan and cry out in pain, repeatedly asking Evan if he didn't want him anymore!

Dobby thinks that too much wealth and leisure time is terrible, and in his words, he likes freedom, but doesn't want too much.

He prefers work to leisure and wealth.

"And what about you, Twilight, how much does Professor Dumbledore pay you?" Hermione continued.

If she thought it would make Twinkle happy, she was very wrong.

Twilight did stop crying, but she sat up, two huge brown eyes glaring fiercely at Hermione, her wet face suddenly raging with rage.

"Twilight is a house-elf who has been swept away, but Twilight isn't paid yet!" she said in a shrill voice, "Twilight hasn't degraded to that extent! Twilight is ashamed of her freedom!"

"Shame?!" Hermione said blankly, "Twilight, you listen to me! It is Mr. Crouch who should be ashamed, not you! You have done nothing wrong, he is too cruel to you......"

But when Twinkle heard this, she quickly put her hands on the two holes in her hat and flattened her ears.

So she couldn't hear it, and then she screamed, "Don't insult my master, Miss! Don't insult my Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch is a good wizard, Miss! Mr. Crouch fired Bad Twilight, and he did the right thing!"

"Twilight's salary is here with Dobby, she won't ask for it, Dobby helps him save it, and I'll give it to Twilight when she needs it!" Dobby whispered to them, "Dobby helped Twilight call the shots, and helped her ask for the same salary as Dumbledore, one gold Galleon a week, but Twilight doesn't have a vacation, Dobby can't convince her......"

"You've done a good job, Dobby!" Hermione said, looking uneasily at the sparkle of crying.

Hearing her compliment, Dobby laughed embarrassedly again.

"I couldn't believe that she thought Mr. Crouch was doing the right thing. ”

"Twilight needs time to adjust, miss, she can't adjust yet!" Dobby continued, "Twilight forgot that she had broken off with Mr. Crouch, and that she could say whatever she wanted now, but she couldn't. ”

"Why, can't house-elves say whatever they think when they comment on their master?" asked Hermione, frowning.

"Oh, no, absolutely not!" Dobby said, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "It's a house-elf slave status, we keep it a secret for our master, we keep it silent, we protect the honor of the family, and we never speak ill of our master, but Professor Dumbledore told Dobby that he didn't insist that we have to do this." He said we could ......"

Dobby suddenly looked nervous and approached Evan and Hermione.

He lowered his voice a few more times, making sure the others couldn't hear what he was saying.

"He said we could call him a fool if we wanted to!"

Then, Dobby lifted himself up and let out a dry laugh of fear.

"Say the same about me if you will, it's your freedom, Dobby!" said Aven.

"Me too!" Hermione added.

"No, no, Miss, Master Aven!" Dobby hurriedly shook his head, a look of panic on his face, he shook his head, his ears snapped, "Dobby doesn't want to do this, Dobby will never do this." Dobby is very fond of Master Aven and your friends, and Dobby is proud of his willingness to keep your secrets and keep quiet for you. ”

"Thank you!" said Evan with relief.

Dobby's eyes quickly filled with tears again, and he looked at Evan gratefully.

"Oh, and what about Malfoy, do you want to say whatever you want now?" asked Aven hurriedly.

He knew that if he didn't find something to talk about, Dobby would hug his thigh and cry again.

Hearing Aven's words, a look of fear swept over Dobby's huge eyes.

"Dobby, Dobby!" he said uncertainly, puffing up his little face, "Dobby can tell Master Aven that Dobby's old master was, is, a very bad dark wizard!"

Dobby stood for a moment, trembling, stupefied by his audacity.

Then, he rushed headlong to the nearest table and began slamming his head against it, screaming, "Bad Dobby!

Evan hurriedly grabbed Dobby behind his tie and pulled him away from the table.

"Thank you, Master Aiwen, thank you. Dobby said breathlessly, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

"Well, you just need to practice more. Evan said. (To be continued.) )