After such an embarrassing night, Brandi only felt that he had lost all ten years of his life. Of course, he didn't gain anything - he at least now knew who his true friends were.

Compared to Parvati, who only screams and screams in the middle of the night and runs back to the women's dormitory to get her beautiful clothes, and Ron, who vows to get Colin's camera back and take a set of photos for Brandy to sell. Harry and Hermione's reaction after they calmed down was more like a life-and-death friend who shared the suffering......

"Why don't we talk to Dumbledore?" the next day's herbal class, Harry uncharacteristically abandoned Ron and approached Brandi and Hermione's group, "Think about it, you're so tall, your arms and legs are so thick, and you speak in a broken tone, where would anyone treat you as a girl." ”

At this time, Brandy was trying to rip the leaves of the Lolo grass away from the edge of the sunny window and cover it in a black bag—it had grown tall enough to allow it to see the sun again. Hearing Harry's words, he immediately came to his senses.

"Oh? What do you mean ......? ”

"I'm going to have to change someone, I have to be thinner, and I've got to be able to see at least what I can see - I heard that if you wear glasses, you will look weaker? Eh, you see, it's like me. ”

He said solemnly, slapping his chest with a bang, which touched Brandi, he had rarely seen Harry so warm and friendly—unless......

Unless he's trying to do something wrong.

In fact, the substitution itself is fine.

Brandi gruffly grabbed the struggling Lolo grass and stuffed it into the cloth bag, silently thinking.

But the problem is, wouldn't Hermione be more appropriate than Harry's words - after all, Dumbledore had said that the list could be adjusted, and Hermione would obviously be more cunning and ah, no, much more clever than herself. The most important thing is that the communication between girls and girls should also be more convenient...... Huh?

Brandi blinked blankly.

yes, wouldn't it be nice to have Hermione disguise herself as a third-year student in the first place? Could it be that Dumbledore, who had always had no last resort, didn't take this into account?

…………

Obviously, even Brandi could figure it out, and Hermione naturally wouldn't ignore it...... And Hermione was more action-oriented than the former: Professor Sprout had just announced the end of class, and in less than five minutes, she was already in the corridor on the eighth floor, with a guy named Brandy in her hands.

"I can't believe it, I didn't think of it yesterday!" Hermione took the lead and said to Brandi angrily, "I obviously fit the bill, Dumbledore can take such a big risk and throw you into the middle of so many beautiful girls!" I was nervous all night last night. ”

"What?"

She glanced at Brandi, as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand something, and quickly added a sentence in a menacing manner. "Don't think about it too much, I'm worried about those senior sisters - such a big pervert who likes to compare the size of girls' boobs will be mixed in the middle!"

"It's all said, I just want to chat with Qiu Zhang, let's get to know each other first... Boobs or something, it's obviously Ron's words..."

"Neither does chatting! Perverted! ”

So Brandi was frightened by Hermione's terrifying presence.

After passing through one more corridor, we will be in the principal's office. But at this moment, a voice that made Brandi extremely disgusted came from behind them. Moreover, it seems to be slowly approaching.

"Hurry up! Don't grind, do you want to be whipped? ”

Tom sounded, as if someone had kicked something, followed by a faint scream. Brandi subconsciously grabbed Hermione's arm. The two men stood in place.

"It's Mr. Malfoy." He lowered his voice, "It was the guys from his joint board who kicked Professor Dumbledore away that day, and what did he do here?" ”

"Dumbledore is probably here to hold Dumbledore responsible......" Hermione frowned, glancing worriedly at the headmaster's office in front of her. After all, it seems that he has not been officially approved by the school to come back this time, at least there is no such notice on our bulletin board. But who was he talking to? ”

They soon knew the answer, and Mr. Malfoy spun out of the hallway behind them with the sound of his cane hitting the ground. He was wrapped in a thick black coat, and his body seemed to be stronger than before. His face was undisguised in his anger, as if he had just lost a thousand gold gallons. Beside him, a cowering little creature was trying to keep up with him.

The little thing was covered in bandages, and its big, bulb-like eyes looked this way. It and Brandi and Hermione froze almost at the same time.

Dobby! Brandi was shocked.

It would have been the Malfoys' house-elf, so it was no wonder that on the path he pulled on the day of school, Malfoy's mother and Snape could be seen together. It turns out that the manor not far away is its home...... So, it learned of Mr. Malfoy's plan to use the diary to cleanse the school, so he took the risk to prevent Harry from returning to school?

Suddenly, with a scream, Malfoy kicked Dobby hard at the side, knocking it to the side. He cursed, then turned his head and looked at Brandi with a puzzled look.

"Let me think, where do I think I've seen you two?" He said slowly. "Oh, yes, yes. You're the Potter kids...... Muggle friends? ”

It was evident that he seemed to have endured it for a long time before he spat out the insulting word mudblood. His disdainful gaze swept across Brandi and Hermione's faces and landed on the office door not far behind them.

"Tsk, lo and behold, even Muggles can come and go in and out of the Headmaster's office at will. Didn't Dumbledore tell you to know who you were? Alright, get out of the way...... I still have important things to do...... Hell, this place is so hot. ”

He looked impatiently at Brandi and Hermione, tugged at the collar, and strode past them. Before leaving, he didn't forget to kick Dobby and signal it to hurry up.

"Phew, dogs look down on people." Seeing Mr. Malfoy read the command and open the doorway behind Lloyd, Brandi spat angrily. "The wizard family has some such people, I really don't know what else they have to be proud of."

But Hermione's attention was clearly not on that, she was looking at Dobby intently. The house-elf behaved rather strangely. It walked slowly, staring at them with two big eyes, tearing at the torn pillowcase on its own with its hands, and then began to desperately try to hit Lloyd with its head, only to be swept aside by Lloyd's paws.

"Let's go! Dobby, don't be embarrassed here! ”

Mr. Malfoy turned his head viciously, tucked Dobby under his arm, glared in Brandy's direction again, and turned and walked in.

"What is it doing?" Seeing the hole in the wall shrinking, Hermione said.

"Only God knows about this, I think Dobby's brain circuit is still relatively strange." Brandi looked in Lloyd's direction and shrugged helplessly. "It was trying to save Harry, but it almost smashed his head in the flower with a Bludger... What I'm trying to do with my clothes at this time is not something I can understand... But I think it must have done something against Mr. Malfoy's wishes, or it wouldn't have punished itself. ”

"Punish yourself?" Hermione's voice jerked up an octave.

"yes, that's probably the case with house-elves...... I don't know if it's a magical constraint or if I like to do it myself. ”

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

It wasn't Brandi who answered her, it was Lloyd in the distance.

"Don't be nervous, I'm also the guard golem in front of the principal's office, so in order to prevent those who can hide from being easily confused, I have to change my hearing a little bit." Lloyd greeted them and watched them approach. "It's not good news, I can't sleep every night because of Riseska's snoring......"

"Does the stone statue snore too?" Brandi asked curiously, and Hermione gave him a disapproving look.

"It's a little bit, if you want to hear it, you can come over in the middle of the night and try it...... I promise not to report to Dumbledore. Lloyd winked at him. As for the house-elves, they are similar to our duties, but more restrictive in terms of restraint - as far as I know, in addition to the daily labor of washing and cooking for their masters, it seems that enduring beatings, insults, and even threats to their lives is one of their obligations? ”

"Won't they resist?"

"Resistance?" Lloyd looked at Hermione with interest. "The elves do not resist, their master's orders are deeply ingrained in their blood, and they are extremely binding—and they are naturally obedient. Of course, there is no precedent for elves to rebel against their masters, but this premise is that they must first be free. Well, please forgive me for talking so much more... So... Are you looking for Dumbledore too? ”

Brandi turned her head to see that Hermione seemed to be lost in thought.

"Well, that's right, we have something important to talk about with the professor...... Hmm, the password... Pepper little urchin, honey grapefruit tea? ”

"Okay, okay, anyway, Lucius guy just said it, I'll just hear it." Lloyd shook his head to stop Brandi from continuing to guess and jumped off the stone platform. "Just help me ask when Ryska will be back from Italy, it's boring to watch the door alone."

Under Brandy's stunned gaze, Lloyd flicked his paw and pushed them inside.

They followed the stairs all the way down the corridor to the door of the principal's office...... Brandi pushed the door open.

Three pairs of eyes stared at them in unison.