William is definitely not the kind of person who prostitutes information but doesn't want to pay the bill.

It's just that as a good friend of Tonks, William has a responsibility and an obligation to help her...... Grow up.

In his opinion, being properly deceived can make Tonks give up his naivety.

As the saying goes, if you don't suffer from the beating of society, how can you be tolerant?

An Auror will only be vigilant if he has been deceived a lot, otherwise he will not be far from career reimbursement.

In a word: silly girl, you can have a snack!

The trio rode in the Thestrals carriage and soon returned to school.

As soon as he entered the castle, a flash of fire appeared in mid-air, and a phoenix suddenly appeared.

As the courier designated by the principal, Fox is usually tasked with informing others to go to the principal's office.

It must be enough, otherwise the principal will have to inform the students to go to the office, and they will have to use the loudspeaker in the school:

Ahem, please note that the third class of the fourth grade, Mr. Stark, please come to the principal's office immediately.

That's a crazy san!

But that's not the problem, William had just entered the castle when Fawkes came...... Dumbledore also dared to say that you didn't spy on the students.

Now that Fawkes is here, William has to separate from Hermione and Anne and walk alone towards the principal's office.

He suddenly remembered one thing: every time he went to the principal's office, he was doomed to be bad.

William remembers the day he first went: the sky was blue, the wind was strong, and the people were high.

Then, two people died at Hogwarts: Prefect Robert and Professor Tywin.

After that, every time someone died at school, William had to go to the office once. It seems that he killed those people.

William thought wildly and pushed the door into the room.

Dumbledore wasn't the only one in the office, there were house-elves...... Dobby.

Dobby was dressed in tatters, disheveled, and crying, as if he had been bullied.

The headmaster was whispering comfort.

Seeing William coming, Dobby stopped his tears and stood by the window in a daze, wiping the already clean glass.

William didn't know why, and sat down peacefully in his chair.

"Dobby...... What's wrong with it? William asked.

"Not quite adapting to the new job, it voluntarily quit."

Dumbledore used a slightly euphemistic phrase, 'dismissed' and 'voluntarily resigned', with the latter sounding more comfortable, although there was no personal compensation.

Dobby sobbed, rubbing the glass with the rag and crunching duck calls.

William raised his eyebrows: "Your brother was fired?" ”

"It's not." Dumbledore tilted his head slightly and said, "I think Aberforth still likes Dobby." ”

"I left on my own." Dobby lowered his head, soybean's tears rolling down.

"Mr. Dumbledore's favorite goat, I have shaved his hair, and he has been sick for a few days.

The gentleman treated the goats like goddaughters, and occasionally slept together.

I made such a big mistake and didn't have the face to continue working at the pig's head bar......"

Professor Dumbledore twisted his neck. Although there is nothing wrong with Dobby's words, it sounds so awkward.

"And then?" William asked.

"Then, I helped Dobby reintroduce him to a new job as a caregiver for an elderly wizard in the Sunset Red community." Dumbledore replied.

"The community dean likes Dobby, but he doesn't quite fit in, paying the house-elf salary."

Dobby's lips trembled, and then he burst into tears, tears rolling out of his big brown eyes and spilling onto his chest.

"This is the seventh job I've found since I left my old master's house!"

It's not surprising, William thought, that a house-elf who has been fired will have a hard time finding a new job.

No wizard family would want them.

What's more, Dobi still needs a salary, and no wizard wants to hire it.

People don't want money for the elves, so you want money...... Do you want to arrange summer vacation and maternity leave for you?

Pure-blood wizard families definitely want to find free pixie white prostitutes.

Aberforth was willing to continue hiring, but Dobby didn't have the face to stay at the pig's head bar.

Who let it shave the hair of other people's godsons?

And those goats are now on the principal's feet.

William even wondered if the headmaster had deliberately instigated this?

He'd probably been coveting those goats for a long time.

"There should be a position available in the Hogwarts kitchens, right?" William suggested.

"Absolutely." Dumbledore nodded and said, "William, I'm willing to give Dobby pay and holidays.

However, you understand the character of those house-elves.

Hogwarts isn't a great place to go, especially for Dobby.

This will only be the place where you will last adopt it after there is nowhere to go. ”

William nodded. He understood what Dumbledore meant.

Hogwarts house-elves live happily, but they also don't want a salary and rejects Dobby.

Forget about one kind of rejection, more than a hundred of the same kind are all rejected...... This kind of cold violence is the most terrifying.

House-elves also need a sense of identity from their own kind.

Nicol Manor is actually the best place to go. Nicol pays the house-elves a salary, as well as holidays.

But he won't ask for Dobi.

Nicol has lived for so many years, and countless people are staring at him, wanting to enter the manor and snatch the Philosopher's Stone.

He still lives a nourishing life because of the prudence in his bones.

His house-elves were all raised by himself and grew up on the manor.

Nicol couldn't have accepted an elf who had once lived in Malfoy's house.

If Nicol had a big heart like Tonks, he would have died long ago.

William thought for a moment and said, "Do you want me to introduce Dobby to a job?" ”

"Oh, actually, I remember you always wanted a house-elf, right?" Dumbledore asked.

"Professor, I've hired Mars." William refused.

Mars is a house-elf who was born not long ago in Nicol's family.

Hired by William.

When William is not at home, he cleans the house in the village of St. Capol.

On the banks of the Seine River in Paris, the newly bought house is managed by another house-elf.

William thought for a moment and said, "I do have a job to give to Dobby, about the Akali Mystery Shop." ”

"That's great!" Dumbledore laughed loudly. "Dobby helped a lot."

"Thank you, sir, you are such a nice man." Dobby hurriedly thanked.

"Let's go and wait outside before you do, I still have something to talk to William." Dumbledore instructed.

Dobby bowed, happily pushed the door open and walked out.

"William, I want you to help Professor Lupin brew the wolf poison potion."

"Isn't Professor Snape helping?" William wondered.

"Professor Lupin drank those potions, and he had diarrhea, and I reminded him a few times, but Professor Snape still went his own way."

Dumbledore sighed. "I don't really want our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to be sick all the time.

Students have fallen too far in the past few years and need a good professor. ”

Dumbledore was also helpless.

The hatred between Snape and the Marauder Quartet was so easy to lift.

Not to mention, Lupin almost killed Snape back then.

William thought for a long time.

It's very simple, just give some of the potions made for Mormont to Professor Lupin.

But how could William let go of the opportunity to gather wool, he looked embarrassed: "Headmaster, although I can boil it, the success rate is extremely low...... You see......"

"Professor Sprout's greenhouse, you can use it as you please." Dumbledore winked and laughed.

William nodded in satisfaction.

There happened to be a few potions, and he didn't find the ingredients in the Forbidden Forest, but Professor Sprout did.

In these years, white prostitution is cool.

Talking to the Headmaster is comfortable, like Professor Snape, all kinds of calculations, thinking about William Wool.

"Professor, there's definitely something wrong with Spotted." William hesitated, and then brought up the matter of the holiday.

"I know, but that rat is indeed a real mouse." Dumbledore replied.

"The real mouse may not be the same mouse.

Not to mention that the rats are almost the same, and the last time Professor Lupin saw Peter transform, it was thirteen years ago. ”

William stood up, and as he was about to walk out of the office, he suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Professor, what does that mean if Peter is really alive?"

"Means ......," Dumbledore lowered his eyelids.

"The truth sometimes kills people."

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