Lucius, who didn't need to look at the Dark Lord's face, was in a high mood when he had regained control of Malfoy Manor.

Not only did he have to fill the estate with celebratory decorations and lanterns, but he also had to light all the candles and chandeliers so that the night at Malfoy Manor was as bright as the day!

"Lucius, if I'm not mistaken, it's daytime......" Narcissa Malfoy looked at the sky in confusion.

Although it was a bit dark today, unlike Hogwarts, which was raining heavily, Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, was just gray and overcast, and not so dark that it needed to be lit up.

Narcissa Malfoy glanced at Lucius worriedly, "Lucius, did the Dark Lord put too much pressure on you before he left, and he pressed his brain out of the way?" Why don't we go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries?"

"Uh...... Neither is it." Lucius's excited words stuck in his throat, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "Narcissa, don't you think our manor was too dark when the Dark Lord was still there?"

"In order to maintain his so-called mystery and secrecy, the Dark Lord wouldn't even let us light the lamp, as if we couldn't afford to buy candles. It's a great shame!"

Lucius shook his arm holding his cane and said angrily, "I think we need to prove to our friends who misunderstood me that we in the Malfoy family can afford candles!"

Narcissa glanced at her husband with caring eyes, not understanding how he communicated with other pure-blood friends, and how they could compare themselves to such a trivial matter as how many candles they lit......

「…… Okay." She nodded, "But with you lighting candles like that, there shouldn't be enough candles left in the manor."

As she spoke, Narcissa shouted into the empty courtyard, "Dobby, go out and buy a warehouse of candles and come back!"

Lucius and Narcissa paused for a moment, ready to hear the apparition of the house-elf "thump" and "thump" as they were customary, and the respectful obedience of his deep bow.

And yet nothing appeared in front of them.

A cold wind blowing in winter made the two of them shiver for a while.

"Dobby!" After waiting for a long time without the figure of Dobby, the house-elf, Lucius furrowed his eyebrows and shouted impatiently, "Dobby, where have you gotten to this stupid house-elf? Come here and punish yourself!"

However, there was still no response from the elf's shrill voice.

"Don't scream, he should have left without permission." Narcissa said with a blank face, "Within the confines of this manor, it's impossible for a house-elf not to hear our call."

"How dare this lowly little creature leave the manor without our permission?!" Lucius's face turned cold, "Go back, Narcissa. Write to the boss of the Literati Residence and ask him to send us the candles."

"When Dobby returns, I'll let him know the consequences of leaving without permission!" ….

Both Lucius and Narcissa regarded the house-elves as the lowliest, lowest-ranking servants, and of course they would not be considerate of Dobby's escape from Malfoy Manor.

With a grim look on their faces, they turned around and walked towards the living room, which had become splendor instead of being able to afford candles.

"So what are the consequences of leaving Malfoy Manor without permission?"

Just before they stepped into the glorious living room, behind Lucius and Narcissa, a mellow voice suddenly rang out.

Lucius's feet came to a halt in the air.

The two of them turned around to see a tall, silver-haired figure standing in the midst of a rose bush at Malfoy Manor that had bloomed out of season under the influence of magic.

Against the backdrop of verdant flowers and leaves, and among the purple roses, the figure was gazing with interest at this exquisite and gorgeous manor.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Narcissa Malfoy's face turned cold when she saw this man she had never seen before, and she blurted out without waiting for Lucius to stop her, "Do you know the consequences of trespassing on Malfoy Manor?!"

"Oh?" Dracula glanced at Lucius beside Narcissa, and the expression on his face seemed to become playful, "Then tell me, what are the consequences of trespassing on Malfoy Manor?"

Lucius's pale face suddenly darkened a little.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dracula, Narcissa doesn't know who you are, please forgive me for the offense!" He took a deep breath and bent down deeply towards Dracula.

At the same time, Lucius whispered to his wife, "Narcissa, this is the Professor Dracula I mentioned to you. Quick, apologize!"

Hearing her husband's remarks, Narcissa panicked.

She had already learned from Lucius about the terrible nature of Professor Dracula, who was said to be able to suppress the Dark Lord in terms of strength, and was more capricious in personality, and was a more formidable existence than the Dark Lord!

"Yes...... I'm sorry, Professor Dracula. I didn't know it was you!" Narcissa trembled as well, and bent over in her husband's movements.

Under Voldemort's rule, the two had long been accustomed to groveling.

Lucius was already thinking hard at this point—in order to show his loyalty, should he crawl over and kiss Dracula's toes, as he had done when he was under Voldemort before?

It's a question worth pondering!

"Lucius, you two are a little boring." Looking at the Malfoys' performance, Dracula pursed his lips and stepped out of the purple roses, "I thought I was invading your territory, and you should at least raise some objections...... Instead, he lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head."

"Also, don't take out the set of things left by Voldemort in the future and show it in front of me, it's not interesting! I'd rather you get into a fight with me, maybe it's going to be a little bit more fun."

"We don't have masochistic fetishes, how dare we do it with you......," Lucius smiled bitterly.

At the same time, Lucius also dismissed the strange etiquette of kissing his toes. ….

He even suspected that if he dared to make such a move, there was a high probability that Dracula would feel disgusted, and the consequences would be more serious than the consequences of attacking Dracula......

"Suddenly I remembered...... You haven't answered my last question." Dracula stepped out of the flowers and came to Lucius and Narcissa, "Tell me, what are the consequences of the house-elves leaving the manor without permission?"

It was only then that Lucius noticed that Dracula did not come to Malfoy Manor alone.

At Dracula's feet, a short, elf wearing only an old pillowcase was closing its mouth tightly and staring at its wide, panicked eyes.

"Dobby?" Lucius frowned suspiciously and asked, "How did you end up with Professor Dracula?"

Dobby shuddered nervously and fearfully when he saw his master and thought of what he had done, and feared that Dracula would tell the Malfoys.

"Woo-woo-" Dobby's voice mumbled as he tried to open his mouth to speak.

However, his two lips seemed to be glued together, and he couldn't speak.

"Silence Spell?" Lucius looked at Dracula in surprise, and then, as if he had thought of something, a frightened expression suddenly appeared on his face, "Professor Dracula, has Dobby offended you?!"

"Don't worry, I won't let such a lowly servant offend you like this. As long as you open your mouth, you can kill or kill whatever you want, how you want to get angry!"

Lucius immediately put on an expression of righteous annihilation and said loudly.

Hearing his master's merciless words, even Dobby, who had no feelings for him and was even often abused, couldn't help but feel sad, and big tears fell from his big eyes to his nose, and then "tick" and "tick" to the ground.

"Forget it, Dobby didn't offend me." Dracula glanced at Lucius and said casually, "I think he's quite funny, at least more interesting than you two."

Among the group of house-elves, Dobby is indeed very interesting, and can even be said to be the most interesting individual among house-elves-

As a house elf, he will go out of the house without permission; will resist some of the master's arrangements in his heart; would resist Voldemort's requests; Worship Harry Potter and put his salvation into practice......

This is a feat impossible for any other house-elf!

"But Dobby Funny is really funny, it's just a little noisy." Dracula chuckled and said, "So I put a silence spell on him, and I really didn't bother to listen to him there 'self-reflecting,' 'self-punishment,' a little noisy."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you like, I can sign a magical transfer contract and transfer the house-elf to you and make him your servant." He said cautiously.

"Transfer him to me as a servant? I'm not interested." Dracula glanced at Dobby's dirty old pillowcase and shook his head in disgust, "Make him a dress, this pillowcase is too torn to look like an eyesore."

"Clothes? To him?" Lucius's eyes widened in astonishment, "Professor Dracula, I feel compelled to remind you that if you give a house-elf any piece of clothing, you will be letting him go, and we will no longer have such a competent servant." ….

"I know. But I don't lack servants who are obedient and have no ideas of their own." "What I need most is someone or something that brings me pleasure or novelty, not a puppet who only goes along with orders and only obeys orders."

"Don't you know what happens when you sign a contract with a house-elf? They will lose all their thoughts and opinions, and they will be completely vassalized by their masters, and at the same time they will almost sacrifice all their pleasures."

"It's not easy to meet a chic house-elf like Dobby, and I don't want to dampen his constant throbbing thoughts." Dracula chuckled.

"So hurry, Lucius, find him a suitable garment."

……

The living room of Malfoy Manor, where the Death Eaters held *** a few weeks ago.

When it was occupied by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, it was as if it was reluctant to light the lamp, and it looked dim and gloomy.

By this time, all the candles had been lit, all the lights had been lit, and the whole living room had become brightly lit and golden.

Sumptuous furniture, marble fireplaces, gilded mirrors...... The glittering gold of these lavish furnishings reflects the bright lights of the living room, and the stone tiles are almost entirely covered by a thick carpet of luxury, reflecting the opulence and extravagance of Malfoy Manor.

Dracula reclined on the soft sofa, holding a goblet and rocking it gently, bringing the rim to his lips from time to time to savor a sip of bright red wine.

Dobby, the house-elf, stared at Dracula's side with big green eyes.

Lucius and Narcissa sat at the long table in attendance, explaining to Dobby what he had misunderstood about Voldemort.

At the same time, he also ordered an exclusive robe for house-elves from Madame Morkin's robe store with an expedited order.

"So...... The Dark Lord, whose name he can't even mention, has been defeated again?"

Dobby's big, round green eyes were full of consternation.

"That's right." Lucius said coldly. He still couldn't pull his head in front of his house-elf, and he insisted on holding a cold housemaster's shelf.

"Wouldn't I ...... Oh no!" Dobby suddenly sobbed loudly, "Dobby is sorry for Harry Potter, Dobby almost threw Harry Potter off the broomstick, and Dobby misunderstood the good Professor Dracula...... Dobby is a very bad, bad house-elf!"

"Kindness?" The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched. He's still the head

I once heard someone describe themselves in such an irrelevant word.

And Lucius in front of the long table turned even darker.

According to Dobby, the Malfoys' house-elves did not leak secrets to others after learning of Voldemort's return.

But when he tried to save Harry Potter, the savior, he completely forgot about the young master of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy, who was in the same game...... This is not due to the fact that Lucius, the head of the family, is not dissatisfied.

Just then, an owl flew out of the window and threw a large package on top of Lucius's head.

Lucius opened the package and saw the small, delicate little clothes inside.

"I can't believe it, even if I explain the facts to the house-elf, I actually ordered a set of clothes for him!" He cautiously looked left and right, and said, "If I let my friends know about this, I'm afraid I'm not going to be laughed at to death!"

Lucius handed Dobby the tiny clothes.

……

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