The fire of the fireplace burns vigorously.

The living room was warm as spring.

Spy is hiding in the corner and peeking at the hostess (Wenda) using a spell to check the bodies of the two little witches.

Last night, when the lame Auror came to look for the young master, it had blocked it, but it was useless.

It had to punish itself for this, because it was all its fault, and it was it that it had allowed people to disrupt the Rozier family's chance to prosper.

As an elf who has served the Rozier family for generations.

It's been a long, long time since I've seen a new life in the family, especially the master's bloodline.

The other branches are also dying, and there are not a few people left in the younger generation.

This frightened Spy, especially after meeting the Black's descendants.

He Ji, who was once a powerful and noble Black family, is now the only descendant of a male only, and it may not be long before this ancient family disappears into history.

And Rozier, who knew that the Rozier family in England was almost wiped out, that the North American branch was not developing very well, and that the French mainland continued to wither

And if Rozier didn't have it? What should it do?

Do you want to be like those poor worms who have no masters, go to the back kitchen of the magic academy, and be with the stove for generations?

No – never.

Spy stared at Hermione from afar.

Even if the famous witch was a mudblood—it would swear never to spit the word out of its mouth in its life.

It would also be much better than the disappearance of the elegant and noble Rozier family.

"Hostess, breakfast is ready." Suddenly, Spy appeared beside Wenda, lowered his head, put his hands behind his back and said.

"Hmm—got it." Wenda nodded indifferently.

The spell she had just used was one of the first spells to be invented from decades of human magic experiments.

It can be used to detect the state of specific organs of wizards, such as the heart, liver, kidneys, stomach, or muscle groups.

It can be detected in all organs of the body.

It is much more elaborate and accurate than the detection spells used by magic hospitals today.

"Let's go have breakfast." She said.

Lead the two little witches with crimson cheeks to the restaurant.

Rozier's breakfast was not as extravagant as the pure-blood family had speculated, just simple vegetable porridge and a few side dishes.

Wenda's taste is very light, and she doesn't have much pursuit of food, which has something to do with the fact that she had a certain period of time when she had a stutter, and the whole of Europe was arresting her, where was she still in the mood to enjoy food.

After the three of them sat down, Wenda's voice suddenly sounded, "I must warn you. Some of the traditions of the wizarding world are absolutely wrong.

This is played out in many wizarding families. ”

"One of the biggest mistakes is early pregnancy." Her eyes were hooked, there was no expression at all, and her flat tone seemed to be asking the little witch if today's breakfast was so relaxed, "Pure-blood wizard families, almost all agree on one idea, that is, the younger the parents, the stronger the children they give birth to, Weasley-Malfoy-Black." Almost all wizards think so. ”

"Obviously, this is a serious mistake."

"Huh?" The two little witches were full of surprise and shyness, what are you talking about! These words - I can't imagine them coming out of your mouth.

"Don't be surprised." Wenda still said flatly, "In the past few years, I have been. Being deceived. At this, she suddenly accentuated her tone, obviously resentful of someone.

Stretching out her slender fingers, she rubbed her brow.

The anger in my heart calmed down a little.

"Alchemy—clone—android." She looked at Hermione, "I think you understand what these terms mean." ”

"I," Miss Granger froze, then nodded, "I've heard that Muggles have also studied cloning, and Nicolame has also mentioned in his writings about artificial alchemical life, which is one of the highest peaks of alchemy. ”

"Many years ago, these were my subjects." "Anyway," said Wenda, "you should know what I mean—to think about those things after the age of twenty-five." ”

"Alright." She suddenly got up and said to Hermione, "There's something I need to take care of, so let's take care of everything in the manor." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly threw out a bronze key inlaid with green gems and a rose carved on the handle.

Hermione subconsciously caught it.

"This is the Rozier family—no—this Gringotts vault key, my Owen's mother's inheritance, and that includes the estate."

Her eyes flashed with heavy remorse.

It was as if angry waves arose on the surface of the sea.

She's right.

To this day, the fact that he is still in the form of being removed from Rozier has not changed.

The estate was actually Owen's property, which he inherited from his mother.

It makes sense to give it to Hermione, and there's nothing wrong with it.

"Wait-" Hermione looked a little panicked as she held the key, "Grandma? ”

When you say something again.

Wenda quickly left the restaurant.

Disappeared into the hallway.

“.” She sat down, somewhat bewildered.

Ginny on the side was very excited.

What is there to be sad about suddenly inheriting such a large manor? Isn't that a good thing?

Besides, the lady made it clear that the manor was Owen's property, and there was nothing wrong with handing it over to Hermione, the hostess.

"Have fun!" Ginny said, "It's not a bad thing. ”

"So precious!" Hermione retorted, "God knows how much it's worth, I. . . I'm afraid I'll lose it. Forget it - I'll give it to him when Owen comes back. ”

"Well—he's sure he didn't even look at the key before casually letting you take it." Ginny said seriously.

After all these years, everyone knows Owen well.

Although he loves money, he is not conservative about money, and the speed at which he spends money is the same as the speed at which he makes money.

This is evident in the Christmas gifts he gives to other people.

Pick only the most expensive, not the best.

Because he didn't bother to pick at all.

“.” Hermione squinted her eyes and thought about it, as if this was indeed going to happen.

Well, forget it.

When he returns, they will discuss it again.

The little witch carefully put the key in her pocket, then picked up the spoon and took a bite of vegetable porridge.

Ahh

"Huhu-" After a few blows, he swallowed the food in the spoon.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Spy suddenly appeared, holding a letter in his hand and squirming over.

"Miss—there's a letter from you."

"My letter?" Hermione was puzzled and took the parchment from Spy's hand.

It wasn't called a letter, because it was just a piece of paper, not even parchment, but a Muggle letter.

The words on the letter are crooked, and it is impossible to see what is written.

In fact, Hermione couldn't even tell which language it was.

"What is this? Practical joke? She said.

Hearing Hermione say this, Spy immediately seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the worry on his face disappeared without a trace, and then affirmed, "That's right, Sby also thinks it's a prank, and Sby wants to teach that liar a good lesson." ”

"Oh! Wait a minute. Hermione placed the letter on the table.

"By the way, Spy, are you a free elf?" Hermione noticed the house-elf in front of her, which was different from Dobby's previous clothes, not a sackcloth, but a washed white dress.

He even wore a small padded jacket, which of course was very old.

But house-elves can't get clothes, so she asks if Spybee is a free elf.

"Freedom?" Spybee was startled, quickly took a few steps back, and hit a chair next to him. It covered its mouth as if it had spat out something disgusting. "That's a wicked word. Why do you think so. ”

"Huh?" Hermione narrowed her eyes, she remembered that Owen had said that these elves were paid, so she asked again, "And do you have a salary?" ”

"Yes, Sir insists on giving me five Galleons a month." Sbi showed a headache expression, the young master is good at everything, but he has to stuff money for himself - it is to stuff money for every house-elf in the manor. It was distressing.

"What do you do with your money? Buying a new outfit? ”

"No—how would Spy use it to buy that kind of thing, Spye would save it up and give it back to Mr. when he needed it."

"Give it back to him?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

She couldn't understand why working for a salary would be such a huge obstacle in the elf community for such a simple and logical thing.

The elves in Hogwarts think the same way.

Of course, Dumbledore paid the elves.

But they are as if they were kept by their owners for themselves, and one day they will be returned, and they will never be spent.

This reminded Hermione of last night's movie.

Dobby is so different.

"Hermione—"

Just as Miss Granger was in her memory, a familiar shrill voice sounded in her ears.

She should look forward and see the door of the restaurant.

Owen was walking side by side with Harry.

And at his feet, there is a familiar little guy.

"Dobby?" Hermione was surprised and delighted.

She noticed that Dobby was dressed up.

He wears a straight children's suit, shiny leather shoes, and a deer-hunting hat. He also wore a brown trench coat.

At first glance, it looks like a Parisian outfit, and the strange combination of the past is gone.

"Big star!" The little witch said.

Dobby smiled innocently, but his eyes were shining, "No! He said.

"Dobby only played a small role." He ran up to the witch in a puff of smoke.

Then he pulled out a photo album from his bosom.

He jumped in his chair and placed the album in front of Hermione.

"These are stills, tidbits." He said excitedly, "Dobby has made a lot of good friends. The Muggle actors had a lot of respect for Dobby. They love to watch Dobby perform magic tricks. ”

Hermione's eyes fell on the albums, and sure enough—they were all pictures of Dobby and the actors, everyone.

Even though the photos were just ordinary and couldn't be moved, Hermione could still see satisfaction and happiness in those happy smiles.

"Muggle actors don't understand house-elves. They will think that Dobby is a strange life from the myths of Avalon or other countries. Harry explained, "That's why they're so welcoming. ”

"That's good!" Hermione nodded fiercely, then patted Dobby on the shoulder, "Then you are now the representative of the elves, let ordinary people have a good understanding of the real free elves." ”

As soon as Hermione said this, Dobby immediately straightened his back, his big eyes flashed with the glory of responsibility and responsibility, and he patted his chest, "Give it to Dobby, Dobby will do his best." ”

Anyway, everyone laughed heartily.

But at this point, there was a little elf who couldn't stand it anymore.

"Traitor!" Sbee roared angrily.

"Shame on the elves."

It stared at Dobby hysterically, "Sbee didn't let you in, how dare you come here to defile the great Rozier." ”

"Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby's friends allow Dobby in." Not to be outdone, Dobby replied, "Dobby can go wherever he wants." ”

"How can anyone like you lowly, dirty, smelly elf, liar! You're lying again! Spy reached out, his bandaged hand, and drove Dobby away, "Get out, get out of Rozier's house!" ”

"Enough is Sby!" Owen frowned and shouted, "I let Dobby in." ”

I didn't sleep well all night, and I was noisy as soon as I got home! Sick of it.

And Dobby, who had just come home with Harry, saw a sneaky figure in the doorway.

When I got closer, I realized that it was Dobby.

He said he had written to Hermione to inform him and was waiting for him to be allowed in.

This surprised Owen very much, when did this little elf still know to go to the front door and knock on the door to report.

Didn't he just break in with a daily 'poof'?

It may be that there are more people in contact with outside, and now I finally know how to be polite.

"Spy, what's wrong with your hand?" Hermione noticed the elf's hand.

"She's definitely punishing herself for doing something wrong." Dobby coaxed from the sidelines, "The elves are like that, they have to punish themselves, because if the master finds out, it will be miserable." ”

"Is that so?" Hermione looked at it, "You're doing something wrong. ”

"Spy-Spy." The elf staggered back, glancing at Owen and then at Hermione.

The green face flashed with fear and self-pity.

It knows that it has done something wrong, and the master knows it, and it should be punished.

After half a ring, a few bean-sized tears fell from Sibi's bulging big eyes, "Last night - that lame Auror broke into the manor, Sibi didn't stop him, he took the young master. Cause- oh- it's all Spy's fault, it's Spee's being so useless. ”

As he spoke, it began to pick up the legs, banging its head upwards.

Hermione was embarrassed.

But he didn't have time to defend himself.

Because she had to stop the elf first, "Stop, Spy." Stop it! ”

She said loudly, but unfortunately it didn't work.

"Well—since you have to take orders," she said, "then—I now, in my capacity as mistress, order you to stop at once. ”

(End of chapter)