Chapter 601 Practice Exercises

The final result is estimated to disappoint her. Dobby is just a special case and cannot represent the vast majority of house elves.

Like Hagrid said, every species has a freak or two.

The other house-elves don't like freedom as much as Dobby, and don't accept wages, and that's a shame on them.

"Thank you, Miss, Master Aiwen!" Dobby said, smiling at the two of them, showing a lot of teeth, "After Winky was released, Dobby led her to find many wizard families, hoping that they could take Winky in. Well, most wizards don't want a salaried house-elf that's not the quality of a house-elf and then slams the door on Dobby and Winky! There are some wizards who are willing to let Winky work for them for free, but Dobby can't make Winky Leave it to them, she needs to work, but also dress like Dobby and get paid...”

The Hogwarts house-elves began to move quietly away from Dobby, as if he was carrying some kind of contagion.

Winky didn't move, but the volume of her wailing obviously increased again.

She was crying so sadly, crying and crying, suddenly jumped forward from the stool, and fell face down on the flagstone floor.

Winky pounded her tiny fist and screamed in pain.

Hermione quickly squatted beside her, trying to comfort her, but no matter what Hermione said, it didn't work.

Dobby continued his story, screaming loudly over Winky's wailing.

"Dobby suddenly had an idea, Master Irwin, Dobby thought of Hogwarts, there are enough jobs here for Dobby to take care of Winky, and Professor Dumbledore is very willing to take her in and pay her wages "Dobby said, "He is the greatest wizard besides Harry Potter and Master Irwin, and Dobby has heard a lot about him."

Dobby had a very big smile on his face, and tears of joy filled his eyes again.

"How much is Professor Dumbledore paying you?"

"He originally planned to give Dobby ten Galleons a week, but Dobby didn't want it. Master Aiwen has already paid Dobby's wages, and Dobby is only here to help!" Dobby said, "When it's time for vacation, Dobby I want to go back to Master Aiwen's house."

"Hmph!" Hermione didn't speak, she glared at Ivan.

She knew that Ivan only paid Dobby one Galleon a week, and she thought the money was too little.

She also persuaded Ivan to pay Dobby more than once, but it was useless.

Every time this matter was mentioned, Dobby seemed very frightened.

He would hug Aiwen and wail in pain, repeatedly asking Aiwen if he didn't want him anymore!

Dobby thinks too much wealth and leisure time is terrible, in his words, he likes freedom, but doesn't want too much freedom.

He preferred work to leisure and wealth.

"And you, Winky, how much does Professor Dumbledore pay you?" Hermione continued.

If she thought it would cheer up Winky, she was very wrong.

Winky had indeed stopped crying, but she sat up, her huge brown eyes staring fiercely at Hermione, her wet face suddenly turning angry.

"Winky's a house-elf who's been kicked out, but Winky hasn't gotten paid yet!" she shrieked, "Winky hasn't fallen that far! Winky is ashamed of being free!"

"Shame?!" Hermione said blankly, "Winky, listen to me! It's Mr. Crouch who should be ashamed, not you! You didn't do anything wrong, he was so cruel to you... "

But Winky, on hearing this, put her hands over the holes in her hat, and squashed her ears.

So she couldn't hear, and then she screamed, "Don't you insult my master, miss! Don't you insult my Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch is a good wizard, miss! Mr. Crouch fired Bad Winky, he did it right!"

"Winky's salary is here with Dobby, and she refuses to take it. Dobby saves it for him and gives it to Shiny when she needs it!" Dobby whispered to them in a shrill voice, "Dobby helps Winky decide, help She asked for the same salary as Dumbledore, a Galleon a week, but Winky didn't have a holiday, and Dobby couldn't convince her..."

"You've done a good job, Dobby!" said Hermione, looking uneasily at a wailing Winky.

Hearing her praise, Dobby laughed sheepishly again.

"I can't believe she thinks Mr Crouch is doing the right thing."

"Winky needs time to adjust, Miss, she can't adjust!" Dobby continued, "Winky forgot that she and Mr. Crouch have broken it off. She can say what she wants now, but she can't."

"Why, can't house-elves say what they think when they say something about their master?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Oh, no, absolutely not!" Dobby said, his expression suddenly serious. "This is the rule of the house elf slave status. We keep secrets for our masters and keep silent. We maintain the honor of the family and never speak ill of the masters." , but Professor Dumbledore told Dobby that he didn't insist that we do this. He said we could..."

Dobby suddenly seemed embarrassed, and moved closer to Ivan and Hermione.

He lowered his voice a little more to make sure no one else could hear him.

"He said we could call him a fool if we wanted!"

Then Dobby lifted himself up and let out a horrified dry laugh.

"If you want, you can say the same about me, this is your freedom, Dobby!" Ivan said.

"Me too!" Hermione added.

"No, no, Miss, Master Aiwen!" Dobby shook his head hastily, with a look of fear on his face, he shook his head and slapped his ears, "Dobby doesn't want to do this, and Dobby will never Will do so. Dobby likes Master Aiwen and your friends very much, and Dobby is willing to keep a secret for you, keep silent for you, and be proud of it."

"Thank you!" Ivan said with relief.

Dobby's eyes were filled with tears again, and he looked at Ivan gratefully.

"Oh, so for Malfoy, do you say whatever you want now?" Ivan asked hurriedly.

He knew that if he didn't find something to talk about, Dobby would hold his thigh and cry again.

Hearing Aiwen's words, a look of fear flashed across Dobby's huge eyes.

"Dobby, Dobby can!" He said uncertainly, straightening his small face, "Dobby can tell Master Ivan that Dobby's old master is, yes, a very bad dark wizard!"

Dobby stood there for a moment, shaking, dumbfounded by his audacity.

He then sprinted for the nearest table and began banging his head hard on it, screaming, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Alvin hurriedly grabbed the back of Dobby's tie and pulled him away from the table.

"Thank you, Master Aiwen, thank you." Dobby said out of breath, rubbing his forehead with his hands.

"Well, you just need to practice more," Alvin said. (To be continued.) 8