Owen nodded, and walked past Lockhart's position toward the interior.

"This year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, will it be Professor Snape?" Draco followed.

"What, you have a grudge against him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone knows that a wizard who is a professor of dark arts will not end well."

"This year, Headmaster Dumbledore has another unlucky one."

"As for Professor Snape, though he has always been discriminatory against me, I am a generous man. How can you compare the accounting, let's let him continue to work! In a few years, I'll propose to the Headmaster that he replace the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! ”

"Humph!"

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The sky is blue, and there are thousands of paper cranes outside the window.

The smile on Lockhart's face finally stopped,

He wanted to cry so much, but the character supported him, so that he couldn't shed tears.

————

Dozens of minutes later, the little wizard finally bought all the textbooks for this year.

Gather at the door.

Owen snapped his fingers.

Dobby followed.

"Take these home, oh! By the way, help Harry Ron and them get them home. He pointed to a book that had fallen high on the ground.

There are about hundreds of rare books of all kinds.

"Yes, sir." Dobby nodded.

Over the course of these days, its perception of Owen's new owner has changed dramatically.

I don't just hit it, I don't starve it, and I don't have the idea of cutting off its head and hanging it on the wall.

This month or so has been the happiest it has ever had.

Although I still don't have freedom, it's not unacceptable to go on like this.

The happiness in front of him has blinded Dobby's desire for freedom.

And that's — Owen didn't care at all.

Sometimes he forgets that there is a little elf in the house, and only thinks of it when he is working.

As for the rest of the time, Merlin knows what a poffin spends his free time doing.

"Sir, are these these?" Looking at the stack of books more than ten feet high leaning against the wall of the Blotstag's bookstore, the elf said with some uncertainty.

"That's right, that's it, be careful, some are very expensive." Before Owen could speak, the owner of the Blotted Bookstore walked out quickly, looking at Owen with a smile on his face.

This master is simply the redeemer of their bookstore!

You must know that those solitary books, manuscripts are not easy to buy.

After all, for most wizards, it is enough to buy a copy, and the copy is more beautifully made, and it will also remove errors from the original manuscript and integrate the content.

As for those manuscripts - buy those that are not pure and pure, is there that great disease?

Something that has been at the bottom of the box for hundreds of years.

A layer of gray that makes ordinary wizards feel dirty at a glance.

- But today!

Today!

It's finally sold!

At this moment, Owen had surpassed Harry and Lockhart in his eyes, and if it weren't for the fear that the Aurors would condemn him with a strange crime, he would have gone over and kissed the boy.

"Yes, Lord—sir." Dobby changed his words in a panic, then stared at Owen cautiously, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party was not angry, and began to deal with the book in front of him.

"Oh my God! This is? ”

Suddenly, an exclamation in his ear instantly made Owen's somewhat fluttering head sober up.

Damn, forget Granger is here!

"It's just a house elf." Beside Owen, Malfoy snuggled Hermione with his pointed chin and said, "You haven't seen this creature!" ”

"That's sad."

"Owen, what's going on?" Hermione automatically skimmed Malfoy's taunt and walked straight in front of Owen.

"House-elves, it's—" Ron explained.

Then I saw Hermione's face fall into free fall with his words, and the more he spoke, the darker and darker he became.

As he spoke, a cool breeze suddenly blew through Ron's neck.

Hiss~ It's going to rain!

Ron, who realized that there was about to be a war of words, immediately closed his mouth.

"Wait! I know what you're going to say. ”

Looking at Hermione's face, Owen didn't think about it, and spoke early.

"I also hate this kind of racial exploitation!"

Originally, Dobby still called him master...

After only hearing it once, Owen forcibly ordered him to change his name.

What is the name of hanging street lamps.

I don't want to be a pendant.

Owen said as he took off his coat.

draped over Dobby.

"Starting today, Dobby, you're free!"

“？？？”

Dobby, who was about to carry the books, was suddenly stunned.

Then the whole body froze.

It's a little dazed.

I thought I had misheard.

"You're free, Dobby!"

Before Malfoy could open his mouth, Owen spoke again.

"Mr. - Dobby - Dobby"

It touched its coat, staring at Owen with its big flickering eyes, and gradually a tear dripped from the corner of its eye to the ground.

"Wait!"

Owen stopped him: "Now that you are free, you have no support, no job, and you are no longer a member of the Sanchez family, so you can no longer live for nothing as before." ”

"Are you at a loss for the future, at a loss, panicked, look at you, tears are dripping."

"Well, I'll give you a job, and from today, from now on, I'll officially hire you with Owen Sanchez, Dobby!"

Owen patted the elf on the shoulder, a capital smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Go to work at six o'clock every day, leave work at nine, take one day off a week, and I'll pay you seven Galleons a month! What do you think! ”

"No- no, Dobby doesn't need a vacation, Dobby wants to work hard." Dobie, who was still in a dizzy state, subconsciously said urgently.

It bowed towards Owen and seemed to feel that it was committing a crime by taking too much time to rest.

"Oh~ is it? That's—we're like that! Flexible work, shift shifts. Eight Galleons a month! Is there a problem? ”

"No, Dobby has no problem, Dobby..."

The elf touched Owen's coat, an expensive Muggle trench coat, and the warm touch of his fingers came to him, and everything was so real.

"Sir, give Dobby clothes."

"Dobby—Dobby is free!"

"Hmmm! You're free, you're free labor—phew—I mean, you have a bright future, come on! Step up your game! Struggle! For a new and new tomorrow. ”

"Oh! Graciful sir, you are simply the kindest wizard ever, you-" Dobby, unspeakably agitated, sobbed quietly as he wrapped himself in his clothes.

It's as if it's really free.

After a while, Dobby looked up again, staring reverently at Owen with his large, watery eyes, "Thank you, sir." ”

Amount(⊙o⊙)...

Looking at the stupid elf in front of him with clear eyes, Owen's neck couldn't help but feel a slight chill.

Like~

Fortunately, there are no street lights in Diagon Alley.