"You seem to admire Potter, don't you?" Dracula slowed his tone and asked softly.

"It's not just me...... All of our house-elves adore him." Dobby groaned, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase.

"I wish he knew what he meant to us lowly, enslaved little people in the wizarding world! Dobby hasn't forgotten when the Adversary who can't even name it was at its strongest, Mr. Professor!"

"Back then, people treated us house-elves like pests...... Of course, they still treat Dobby like that."

Dobby said as he wiped his face with his dirty pillowcase, "But overall, since Harry Potter defeated the Adversary whose name he couldn't even mention, life for us elves has improved a lot."

"Harry Potter has survived, and the rule of the Evil Boss has been broken, and this is a new beginning. For those of us humble house-elves who believe that the dark days never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope......

"I kind of understand that." Dracula nodded thoughtfully, "I saw a house-elf named Kreacher some time ago. He wasn't seen by Voldemort as a human being, not even as a living creature, but merely as a tool for experimenting with magic."

"Ahh Dobby covered his ears and groaned, "Don't say that name, sir! That's horrible!"

"Okay, you go on." Dracula shrugged noncommittally, "Why do you worship Harry Potter so much, and instead want to smash him off his broomstick with a Bludger?"

Dobby's actions arouse Dracula's curiosity.

As a house-elf, it's strange to act without the owner's permission...... What's even more bizarre is that while he is verbally grateful to Harry, he actually manipulates the Bludger to smash Harry's head in actual actions.

"No, it's not! Dobby never wanted Harry Potter to fall off his broomstick and die!" Dobby said emotionally, "Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! It's better to be sent home with a serious injury than to stay here! Dobby just wants him to get a little hurt and then go home and rest!"

"But that doesn't seem reasonable, does it?" Dracula raised an eyebrow, "I think Madam Pomfrey can heal it casually, and I won't give Potter a chance to go home and recuperate."

"But...... But Dobby didn't think of any other way either...... I didn't have a little idea until today, but I was stopped by Mr. Professor......" Dobby muttered with a sad face, "The adversary who can't even mention his name has returned, and it won't be long before he will be completely restored to his former strength......

"The first thing he did when he regained his strength was to come to Hogwarts to seek revenge on Harry Potter...... Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and this time the big devil will never make the same mistake as last time-"....

At this point, Dobby's words suddenly stopped.

He froze, terrified, and then grabbed Dracula's bottle of red wine from the desk in front of him, slammed it on his own head, muttering in a low and painful voice:

"Bad Dobby, very bad, very bad Dobby...... He actually told the secret that the master had to keep strictly......

However, just as the red wine bottle was about to hit Dobby's crumpled and bare head, his entire body suddenly froze.

"Mr. Professor, don't stop Dobby! Dobby told the secret he couldn't tell, and he had to punish himself!" Dobby thinks Dracula is preventing him from punishing himself.

The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched, and several black lines pulled down his face.

"I don't want to stop you from punishing yourself, Dobby." He said angrily, "But when you punish yourself, can you not use my treasured red wine as a weapon?"

With a casual move, Dracula took back the red wine bottle in Dobby's hand, and took out the goblet and poured himself a glass of bright red wine.

After a graceful sip, Dracula's mood eased a bit, and he turned his attention back to this particular house-elf.

"Your identity doesn't seem simple, Dobby." The corners of his mouth curled into an intriguing smile, "I can know about Voldemort's resurrection, and I can also learn about the place Voldemort wants to go most after his resurrection—"

"In that case, the answer to the question of whose house-elf are you...... It's too small."

Dracula stared into Dobby's eyes with a smirk.

"Don't talk about it...... Woo woo don't say it......" Dobby's tears fell down in big drops, "Dobby betrayed his master, Dobby is a very bad house-elf......

Dracula, however, paid no attention to Dobby's sadness, and then said in an affirmative tone:

"If I'm not mistaken...... Your master is Lucius Malfoy, right?"

Dobby's crying suddenly stopped, his eyes wide open in horror, and he stammered for a long time without uttering a complete word.

Seeing Dobby's performance, Dracula already knew that he had guessed correctly-

"The only people who can know the details of Voldemort's recovery of strength are the few Death Eaters who participated in the bunker meeting, it's not hard to guess." He said nonchalantly, "And most of those Death Eaters didn't know the details of Voldemort until they went to the meeting, so naturally it was impossible for you to overhear the news before then."

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"Besides, it's too late for them to try to clear up their relationship with Voldemort, and it's impossible to talk about Voldemort's recovery at home, let alone leak the news to the house-elves."

"So the news of your backwardness must not have been overheard from your master."

Dracula chuckled and stared into Dobby's eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm a little faceblind to house-elves, and I didn't realize that you were the elf who appeared in the bunker meeting room with the crucible on his shoulder. I said, how could I think a house-elf looks familiar!" ….

It turned out that when Dobby was called aside by Lucius and Voldemort to punish himself, before Voldemort refined the medicine-

Dobby couldn't stand the sight of Voldemort's resurrection, so he quietly left the meeting room and punished himself in a different place.

Therefore, Dobby also missed the situation where Dracula and Riddle teamed up to trap Voldemort, and thought that Voldemort, who had won the game, had completely returned, and his heart was in chaos.

In order to keep Harry Potter, whom he revered, he gritted his teeth and ran away from Malfoy Manor.

Dobby, who listened to Dracula's long list of words, was completely stunned, and it took a long time before he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to feel that everything was lost.

"Dobby...... Dobby couldn't save Harry Potter, but he didn't expect the Hogwarts professor to be one of the most core Death Eaters......" Dobby muttered in despair, "Only the most core Death Eaters were able to join that meeting, and that person was actually a dark wizard disguised as a professor."

"I suggest you put it another way, Dobby." Dracula glanced at him, "If you were a professor disguised as a dark wizard, I might feel better."

"Dobby...... Dobby won't compromise with a hawk like you!" Dobby looked at death as if he were at home.

「…… You're really there, Dobby, and scolded your own master by the way." Dracula scoffed.

"Oh no!" Dobby's tears that he managed to stop immediately began to fall down again, "Dobby is a very bad, very bad house-elf......

"Forget it, I always feel like it's a little difficult to communicate with you......" Dracula finally lost his patience and got up from his seat.

"Let's go, let's go straight to your master and let him explain to you!"

……

At the same time, horses

Erfu Manor is lit up with lights——

On the trees in the garden, on the walls outside the house, on the left and right of the delicate pillars...... Bright, extravagant lights and festive ribbons hung throughout the estate, and even the peacocks that often hang out at the entrance of Malfoy Manor are hung with small light bulbs around their necks.

If anyone who doesn't know sees it, I'm afraid they will think that this month has just passed not an eerie Halloween, but a lively Christmas!

"Lucius, the Dark Lord has just left...... Is it really appropriate for us to decorate the house like this?" Lucius's wife, Narcissa Malfoy, asked worriedly, "If other Death Eaters were to see it and leak it, you'd probably be in a more disadvantageous position in the Dark Lord's heart, wouldn't you?"

"Don't worry, Narcissa." Lucius walked comfortably through the spacious back garden with his cane, "The Dark Lord is gone, and I watched him burn himself to ashes! He won't be able to come back in a few years."

"Also, I'm not worried about other Death Eaters seeing this. After all...... There is no room for me to recover."

Lucius laughed self-deprecatingly, then unconsciously stared at the Dark Mark on the inside of his left arm, and fell silent unconsciously.

If it is said that Lucius, as a wall grass, decides which way to turn his head with the blowing of various winds——....

Then the original wind was actually blowing in the direction of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and Lucius was originally slightly inclined to Voldemort's side. After all, he was an incomparably terrifying wizard and an extremely good magical genius, and he had the complete power of an entire Death Eater.

Compared to a weak and lonely Defence Against the Dark Arts professor on the surface, even a fool would not be on the wrong side!

However, until Halloween, in that underground fortress, Dracula's crushing performance against Voldemort really made Lucius look stupid.

The direction of the wind on the wall immediately changed.

Lucius immediately fell completely from Voldemort's side to Dracula, and decided to create a new faction in addition to the several different factions "pro-Deng faction", "pro-Voldeng faction", and "self-improvement faction" created by the Ministry of Magic due to policy in the future, and the name will be-

"Dracula's dogleg pie!"

Of course, "doglegs" is just a word that suddenly popped into Lucius's heart when he was a Death Eater, taking charge of almost all the aftermath, paying the bills, and dredging relationships, but he didn't find any benefits.

He felt that if he continued to do the dangerous profession of Death Eater, the head of the pure-blood family would really become a dog leg of Voldemort, and he could only lie on the ground and kiss Voldemort's toes all day long, and he would not get the things he deserved......

Now, thinking of the additional faction about Dracula that he wanted to open, Lucius immediately thought of the word "dogleg".

However, for the sake of his own face, he still uncreatively refers to this faction as "pro-Dracula", and he is currently the only one in this faction of the Ministry of Magic......

"Lucius, I don't really understand." Narcissa Malfoy asked, confused, "Why do you keep in touch with the other Death Eaters when you've chosen to leave the Death Eaters' ranks, and even plan to respond to the Dark Lord's summons at any time?"

"Wouldn't it be safer for you, for me, and for Draco if we went straight to Professor Dracula for refuge?"

"You don't understand, Narcissa, I didn't get out of the ranks of the Death Eaters easily, and I didn't easily seek the protection of Professor Dracula." Lucius sighed and poked the ground with his cane sullenly, "Wherever we go, we need the corresponding value!"

"Isn't the head of the Malfoy family valuable enough?" Narcissa Malfoy frowned.

"No, the head of House Malfoy is indeed valuable to the Dark Lord, but not to Professor Dracula." Lucius shook his head, "What the Dark Lord wants is to subdue purebloods, to rule the wizarding world, to gain greater power!" Hence the identity of the head of the Malfoy family

It's valuable to him."

"But Professor Dracula is different—Dracula is not short of wealth at all, and to him the wealth that the Malfoy family has accumulated over the centuries may be no different from the pocket money of a poor man; And he doesn't have any interest in power, he only bothers with these things......

"All Dracula wants is a lot of fun!"

Lucius said in a deep voice, "And his greatest pleasure so far is to dispose of the Dark Lord who has no character for him...... Because of this, I can only have the value of being protected if I can constantly provide him with information about the Dark Lord!"

"But that's too dangerous...... Isn't it?" Narcissa said worriedly.

"It's better than staying under the Dark Lord, and I don't want the Malfoy family to fall into my hands." Lucius swapped his staff for a hand and put his arm around his wife's shoulder, "Alright, the Dark Lord is gone, it's time to celebrate. Don't talk about those nervous topics!"

"Rejoice, Narcissa, at least the manor they've been overriding for so long is finally back in our arms!"

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