I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen nodded, moved past Lockhart, and walked further inside.

"Will this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor be Professor Snape?" Draco followed.

"What, you have a grudge against him?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Everyone knows that things don't end well for wizards who are professors of the dark arts."

"This year, Headmaster Dumbledore has found another unlucky guy."

"As for Professor Snape, although he has always been discriminatory towards me, I am a generous person. How can I care about it? Let him continue to work! In a few years, I will propose to the principal to let him replace Black Magical Defense Professor!"

"snort!"

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

The smile on Lockhart's face finally faded.

He really wanted to cry, but the character supported him and prevented his tears from flowing out.

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After dozens of minutes, the little wizard finally bought all the textbooks for this year.

Gather at the door.

Owen snapped his fingers.

Dobby then appears.

"Take these home, oh! By the way, help Harry and Ron take them home as well." He pointed to a push of books that had fallen high on the ground.

There are about hundreds of rare books of all kinds.

"Yes, sir." Dobby nodded.

After these days, its perception of Irving, its new owner, has changed greatly.

I won’t beat it casually, I won’t starve it, and I have no idea of ​​cutting off its head and hanging it on the wall.

This month has been the happiest time he has ever had.

Although I still don’t have freedom, it’s not unacceptable to continue like this.

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

And these - Owen didn't care at all.

Sometimes he forgets that there is an elf at home, and he only thinks of it when he is working.

As for the rest of the time, Merlin knew what an elf did in his spare time.

"Sir, are these all?" The elf said with some uncertainty as he looked at the books stacked more than ten feet high against the wall of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore.

"Yes, that's it. Be careful, some of them are very expensive." Before Owen could say anything, the owner of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore walked out quickly, looking at Owen with a smile on his face.

This man is simply the savior of their bookstore!

You must know that those orphan copies and manuscripts are not easy to sell.

After all, for most wizards, it is enough to buy a copy, and the copy will be more exquisitely made, and the errors in the original manuscript will be deleted and the content will be integrated.

As for those manuscripts - isn't it just a serious illness to buy those?

It’s something that’s been sitting at the bottom of the box for hundreds of years.

There is a layer of dust that makes ordinary wizards' eyes dirty even if they look at it.

——But today!

today!

Finally sold!

At this moment, Owen had surpassed Harry and Lockhart in his eyes. If he wasn't afraid that the Auror would accuse him of a strange crime, he would definitely go over and kiss the boy.

"Okay, sir." Dobby changed his words in a panic, and then looked at Owen cautiously. After seeing that the other person was not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to deal with the books in front of him.

"Oh my god! This is it?"

Suddenly, there was a exclamation in his ears, which instantly made Owen's head suddenly wake up.

Damn it, I forgot Granger was here!

"It's just a house elf." Beside Owen, Malfoy pointed his chin at Hermione and said, "You have never seen this kind of creature before!"

"That's really sad."

"Owen, what's going on?" Hermione automatically ignored Malfoy's taunts and walked straight to Owen.

"A house elf is just that-" Ron on the side explained.

Then he saw Hermione's face falling into free fall with his words, getting darker and darker as he spoke.

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

Hiss~ It’s going to rain!

Ron, realizing that there was about to be a verbal spat, immediately shut his mouth.

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

Looking at Hermione's face, Owen spoke in advance without thinking.

"I also abhor this kind of racial exploitation!"

Originally, Dobby still called him master.

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

What do you call hanging street lights?

I don't want to be a pendant.

Owen said as he took off his jacket.

It was draped over Dobby.

"Starting today, Dobby is free!"

"???"

Dobby, who was about to move the books, was suddenly startled.

Then the whole body froze.

It's a little dazed.

I thought I heard it wrong.

"You're free Dobby!"

Before Malfoy could open his mouth, Owen spoke again.

"Sir - Dobby - Dobby"

It touched the coat on its body, staring at Owen with its big flashing eyes in disbelief, and gradually a tear dropped from the corner of its eye and fell to the ground.

"etc!"

Owen stopped him: "Although you are free now, you are helpless and have no job. Moreover, you are no longer a member of the Sanchez family, so you can no longer live and eat for free like before."

"Are you feeling confused about the future, at a loss, and flustered? Look at you, tears are falling down."

"Let's do this, I'll give you a job. Starting today, from now on, I, Owen Sanchez, will officially hire you, Dobby!"

Owen patted the elf on the shoulder, with a capital smile on his lips.

"I go to work at six o'clock every day, get off work at nine o'clock, and have one day off a week. I'll pay you seven galleons a month! How about it!"

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

It bowed towards Owen, as if taking too much rest time was a crime.

"Oh~ Really? Then - let's do this! Flexible working hours, scheduled shifts and days off. Eight galleons a month! Any questions?"

"No, Dobby. It's okay, Dobby."

The elf touched Owen's coat, which was an expensive Muggle windbreaker. The warm touch from his fingers made everything feel so real.

"Sir, I gave Dobby some clothes."

"Dobby—Dobby's free!"

"Well! You're free, it's free labor - bah - I mean, you have a promising future, come on! Work hard! Struggle! For a new and brand new tomorrow."

"Oh! Kind sir, you are simply the kindest wizard, you -" Dobby was so excited that he couldn't speak, sobbing softly while wrapped in his clothes.

It's like it's truly free.

After a while, Dobby raised his head again, staring at Owen devoutly with his big watery eyes, "Thank you, sir."

Um(⊙o⊙)…

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

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