"Teacup ......?"

"What do you command, Miss Gustavsson?" Caroline, who followed the house-elf into the room, didn't deliberately look at the layout of the room, she let go of the hand holding Miss Strick, looked at the old house-elf in front of her, and didn't ask like other wizards: "Can you help me get the textbook in the Sita dormitory...... the one for the "Elementary Standard Charms"." ”

"Naturally, there is no problem, the order given to me by my revered master is to satisfy all the reasonable requirements of the two pure-blood young ladies." The folds on the face of the teacup were stacked on top of each other, and it was hard to make out its expression, but Calulin could see that Professor Malfoy's house-elf was smiling.

"Tea ...... ...... Cup" Miss Stricker sprang out of her head from behind Caroline, and the teacup looked over and immediately asked, "Miss Stricker, what do you command?" ”

"Water...... "Water ......" is a crappy English word that indicates the owner's unaccustomed behavior. Livia Stricker stammered a little, and then ducked back behind Caloline, and after a while another head popped out and looked curiously at the house-elf who was looking at her.

Teacup nodded, completely different from the house-elves that Caroline had encountered before, bowed rather quietly and disappeared in place.

"Professor Malfoy's house-elf ......" This is completely different from the house-elves of the Gustavsson family and Durmstran's house-elves, which makes Caloline curious and adds a label to Professor Malfoy in her heart.

'A decent, brilliantly well-bred wizard. This can also be seen in the house-elves around him.

Those magical creatures were born with a natural personality that was shocked, and it would have been impossible for them to become like this without putting in the effort.

Caroline glanced at the hand behind the little witch who had been holding her sleeve, and said helplessly, "So, when are you going to catch it?" Livia's eyes widened, staring at her innocently.

Caloline sighed, letting the other man grab her sleeve and turn to walk into the room. The dormitories in the West Tower and the North Tower are different.

The West Tower, which serves as Durmstrang's student dormitory, is generally a double room, with one floor for one year.

Mrs. Carolina, the administrator, is a very serious witch in her fifties, and no matter what the students want to do, if Mrs. Carolina finds out that she has not returned to school to discipline her, she will definitely be reprimanded.

As Professor Durmstrang's dormitory, the North Tower is more spacious than the West Tower, with a single dormitory, a common room, multiple functional rooms, an astrological platform, and an alchemy room, which is much better than the West Tower in terms of configuration and service.

And most importantly, it's quiet and empty at all times. Durmstrang really has nothing to say about his attitude towards his professors, and the school that only accepts pure-blood students, whether it is the faculty or its own wealth, is also among the best among all magic schools.

There are many parents who donate money to the school every year, after all, most of the students who came out of Durmstrang and went to the wizarding society are the direct heirs of a pure-blood family, and it is difficult to support their alma mater in terms of wealth according to the usual practice.

What's more, under the name of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the title deeds and shops in various parts of Northern Europe can generate huge profits every year, coupled with donations from outstanding graduates of the school in previous years, which is enough to support a certain degree of 'extravagance and waste' of the school.

Despite its bad reputation, the school's influence on the wizarding world is not bad. This is also one of the reasons why Caloline wants to attend this school.

"If you want to get out of that disgusting family, you must find a strong backup." In Durmstrang High School, even though the transfer rate has been rising in recent years, there are still many students left, and although their family is not strong enough to compete with the Gustavsson family, it is still no problem to fight a delaying war due to the difference in geography.

Caloline tightened the ring on her chest, which was said to be worn by every head of the family.

It was her mother's relic, and she was going to keep it at any cost.

"Now, maybe there's a new choice......" she took Miss Stricker by the hand and walked into the bedroom, where there was nothing to furnish and a magic book and a glass of warm water on the unusually clean bedroom table.

The house-elves moved very quickly, and only one minute was enough time for a teacup to satisfy the requirements of the two pure-blood witches.

Standing quietly in the shadows, completely concealing his existence, teacup, and handing warm water to Miss Stricker, the words in his mouth silent, not at all as reliable as they were revealed to the two little witches.

"Mr. Malfoy has finally escaped from that horrible, filthy place."

"Oh, Durham Strang is a million times better than dirty Hogwarts, and even if there are fewer people here, there's pure, damn mud in the air...... No, no, no, the teacup can't say that kind of thing, the teacup has always been an obedient house-elf...... "The teacup will not harm itself after being corrected by Ranko, and there will be no rude measures in front of outsiders in order not to lose the face of the owner."

But when it is alone, it always likes to talk to itself, and in front of its dear master, it has let itself go, and it can be regarded as a channel to vent the nature of the house-elf.

However, in front of outsiders, Teacup is just as different among them as the other house-elf of the Malfoy family he knows.

After all, not all house-elves know how to be polite, calm and dignified, and they will not be startled, and can handle many things calmly.

Oh, of course, no salary. Teacup is not like Dobby, who has the stupid idea of wanting to ask his master for gold gallons.

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"Ahh Ranco wrapped his clothes tightly and observed the state of the resentful spirit he had pinned to the wall, holding the gold thread and sewing beanie-sized words on the cuffs and edges of the dragged cloak.

The flames in the fireplace were blazing, the automatic quills floated in mid-air and brushed on the brown paper, and in the corner of the room, in the center of a copper basin filled with ice, there were quietly eagle eggs with strange spiral patterns.

"In the afternoon, it's the fourth-grade class, and tomorrow there will be no classes, and the day after tomorrow will be full again...... Even if you do two days off and one day off, it makes people feel unpleasant. "Why don't you think of a way to bring someone together to teach Charms?

Professor Malfoy was preoccupied, observing the changes of the other curses in the resentful spirit, embroidering ancient magical inscriptions with strange magical powers on the inside of the cloak he usually wore, and quickly sifting through his 'old friends' who should not be dead.

Ah, by the way, how many of those 'old friends' can fight?