Chapter 042 Dometis Agreement

Catherine and Snape couldn't help but look at each other, they just wanted to fix the gossip Dumbledore, who knew that he actually drank one sip after another, so many eliminating potions and tea mixed together, plus a large jar of specially processed dried lemon slices, who knows what kind of effect it would have.

A small sip of "lemon tea", with Dumbledore's strength, is just to make him uncomfortable for a while, but with one more sip, they don't know if this hundred-year-old man can withstand such a toss, and looking at his posture, there is obviously an urge to drink it all, then the consequences are unimaginable, maybe he just let go of the West, so that the entire wizarding world is completely chaotic.

So Catherine hurriedly stopped him from trying to continue drinking, and Dumbledore remembered that this cup of "lemon tea" was added, and his face couldn't help but become wonderful.

"Headmaster, let's go to the medical wing now!" Catherine was very worried.

"Not yet!" Dumbledore pulled a hard smile, "Let's talk about that house-elf first. ”

"Mr. Malfoy paid me." Catherine chose an excuse with a double meaning.

"You told him to follow Harry?" Dumbledore asked sternly, though his face was still not good.

"That way you can save him if necessary," Catherine smiled, "only if necessary." ”

"If only you understood!" Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the couch.

"I have one more question, Professor Dumbledore." Catherine quickly asked, "Can house-elves come and go in and out of Hogwarts at will?" ”

"Absolutely." Dumbledore looked at her in bewilderment.

"Do you know all about that?" Catherine frowned and asked.

"Of course." Dumbledore replied, his face suddenly turning ugly, "I'm sorry, I have to go." Then a flame burst out from beneath his feet, engulfing him entirely.

"I think we're going to have to look into it." Catherine turned to look at Snape.

"Go and prepare the living body." Snape waved his wand, conjured his Patronus, sent Madam Pomfrey the basics, and then picked up the cup of "lemon tea" and walked into the room.

Catherine had no choice but to run to Filch, ask him for some food from Lady Loris, and scavenge among Hagrid's animals.

They were busy until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and finally determined the basic nature of the mixed drink, it was said that Dumbledore's digestive system had been completely cleaned, and nothing could stay for more than a minute, and Madam Pomfrey could only use Muggle drips to control his basic condition.

"In other words, Professor Dumbledore will have to recuperate for a while." Catherine really didn't expect the consequences to be so severe.

"At least two months!" Snape sneered, "Madam Pomfrey said he was taking the opportunity to quit his snacking fetish or she'd pull out his teeth." He really didn't understand how Dumbledore, who was already one hundred and eleven years old, was still so keen on sweet and sour things.

"And what about your teeth?" Catherine looked up curiously, "Why don't you stop by and look for Madam Pomfrey?" ”

Snape pursed his lips and glared at Catherine, then turned to open the door to drive her back to the dormitory.

Catherine smiled and was about to say something, but suddenly she heard a creepy, breathless, cold, vicious voice coming from overhead.

【Come to ...... Come over ......]

Catherine immediately stared up at the ceiling as she heard the voice continue.

[Let me tear you...... Tear you apart...... Kill you......] Then the voice slowly became quieter and disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked, puzzled, he didn't understand what the ceiling was looking at, Catherine and the serpents were all looking up at the same time.

"Didn't you hear?" Catherine looked at Snape in surprise, she remembered that his hearing was not much worse than her own.

"Nothing!" Snape said coldly, "You're just too tired!" ”

"Really?" Catherine couldn't help frowning and pondering, she had indeed been choked by the Occlumency training recently, and she had spent a lot of energy this morning, and she had been accompanying Snape to make potions after lunch, but she had not reached the point where she had auditory hallucinations.

Seeing Catherine's frowning and contemplative appearance, thinking of her painstaking struggle with Lucius for Potter's safety, and the effort to put on a dangerous "show" in order to get a crazy house-elf, Snape couldn't help but take her into his arms.

"Professor?" Catherine looked up at Snape in surprise, not understanding why he had suddenly put her arms around her.

Snape bent down to pick Catherine up and whispered in her ear, "Get a good night's sleep!" ”

Catherine wanted to do so, but her heart seemed to be beating like a bunch of deer, her mind was like a bell ringing, and her body seemed to have been magically shaped, and she couldn't move.

"Close your eyes—" The long eyelashes trembled for a moment before slowly closing.

"Leaning on my shoulder—" The long burgundy hair hesitated for a moment before falling onto the black robe.

"Relax—" One small hand fell slightly, the other still clutching Snape's shoulder.

"Take a deep breath-" The rich scent of moonlight flowers burrowed into the girl's mind, bringing her a strong sense of sleep.

On Sunday morning, when Catherine was finally able to wake up naturally, she woke up to see the Blackbird Muppet in her arms, which had two more claws than the last time she had seen them.

Catherine held it and rubbed it against her face, and only then did she quickly get up and freshen up when she remembered that she had to buy a wand today.

As she was about to go out and see the blackboard behind the door, Catherine suddenly thought of her new house-elf.

"Dobby!" Catherine called out and found that he did not appear immediately, and it was not until she filled in his name on the blackboard that Dobby, dressed in purple and red, "crackled" in front of her.

"Dobby didn't mean to be late!" Dobby shouted in a panic, "When Miss Catherine called Dobby, Dobby rushed over at once, but she couldn't get to Miss Catherine." Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! He slammed his head into the ground.

"Stop!" Catherine commanded loudly, "You can't punish yourself at will unless I agree, understand! ”

"Yes, Dobby understands!" Dobby screamed, "What does Miss Catherine command?" ”

"Hmm-" Catherine had a lot of things to ask, but she didn't know how to start so as not to spoil the good impression she had left on Dobby, until she skimmed at his fancy dress and couldn't help but ask her doubts curiously, "Dobby, do you like clothes very much?" ”

"Yes! Dobby loves clothes so much! Because the clothes are beautiful, but the owner--no-Mr. Malfoy can't let Dobby have them, because that would mean he wants to release Dobby, Dobby-" Dobby suddenly lowered his voice, fiddled with his fingers, and looked at Catherine uneasily.

"What's wrong?" Catherine simply sat on the floor, after all, Dobby's height was not up to her waist.

"Dobby—desire—" Dobby's voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally almost in his mouth, "Freedom." ”

"Free!" Catherine was shocked and asked, "Don't you know about the 'Domites Accords'?" ”

"The Dommetis Protocol?" Dobby blinked his big green eyes in confusion, "Dobby never heard of it. ”

"Didn't your parents sue you?"

"Nope!" Dobby lowered his head in frustration, "Dobby was born before his father died, and not long after Dobby was born, his mother followed." ”

"And how did you become Mr. Malfoy's personal servant?" The Malfoy family had no shortage of house-elves, and Catherine couldn't understand how an apparently ostracized orphan could be offered a position as a man of serving.

"Dobby's dad has been serving his old master, Mr. Abraxas Malfoy, and Dobby's dad died protecting Mr. Malfoy Sr. So, Mr. Malfoy told Sù Dobby's mother that he would wait for Mr. Malfoy when Dobby became an adult. Dobby's voice was full of nostalgia.

"But you seem to be afraid of Mr. Malfoy?" Catherine asked cautiously.

"Dobby heard from the other companions that the master - no, Mr. Malfoy was a very good man when he was young, but since the death of old Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy's temper has become worse and worse, and the previous one is said to have been beaten to death by Malfoy's first life, so Dobby must start following Mr. Malfoy before he is a minor and obey his orders," Dobby said with a trembling voice.

"At that time, Mr. Malfoy was really terrifying, he punished Dobby at every turn, Dobby heard death threats at least five times a day, Dobby was very afraid that he would be finished suddenly, until Harry Potter defeated that one, Dobby's life became slightly better, but his companions said that it was still not as good as when old Mr. Malfoy was still alive."

"Dobby—" Catherine asked after a moment's thought, "have you ever signed your real name as an adult?" ”

"Mr. Malfoy had Dobby sign a piece of parchment on the day he became an adult, but, Miss Catherine," Dobby asked, with a puzzled face, "what is his real name?" ”

"No wonder it is!" Catherine smiled helplessly and summoned a book with the Flying Charm, "Take a good look, you should be able to understand English." ”

"Dobby understands! It's "House-Elf History", uh, Miss Catherine actually reads this kind of book? Dobby looked at Catherine as she stood up in surprise.

"After that, go ahead and follow Harry." Catherine didn't answer, but smiled and instructed Dobby, and then left the prefect's suite.

Dobby looked at the closed door in bewilderment, carefully opened the cover, and then his eyes widened, for the title page reads:

The Dometis Accord

I swear that I will obey all thy commands, and assist thee in all thy internal affairs;

Thou shalt protect my life and preserve the growth of my descendants.

"Draco!" As Catherine stormed into her second-year dormitory, her classmates were slowly tidying up the living room, "Help me relay this to your father: 'He didn't sign his real name on the Domesis Accords, because he didn't even know his real name. ’”

"Real name? Whose real name? "What is the Dometis Accord?" Pansy and Blaise asked curiously.

"Ask the parents yourself." Catherine replied with a smirk, then looked at Draco again, "I'll give your father's advice a good job of housekeeping!" ”