Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

At noon, Ms. Feier did not call him, but DeWitt was able to leave the basement on time to eat.

It seems like I have returned to the days before I entered Hogwarts, but with a higher configuration. There is no annoying grumpy old man, no numbness after long-term pain, and because of Ms. Feier's good performance and self-awareness. After gradually awakening, DeWitt didn't scold him anymore. In the short time of eating, he achieved the most basic conditions for building a family.

"Should we be more formal when we go in the afternoon?" Ms. Feier asked: "You have never liked buying clothes, and now you don't have anything to wear on formal occasions..."

"No," DeWitt didn't think it was worth putting on decent clothes for this afternoon's meeting, nor did he think it was useful. He said soberly: "Their attitude is one of contempt. No matter how expensive the clothes they wear, they will be regarded as It’s better to be a bit arrogant than to be treated as a clinging and flattering person. He just needs to be clean and tidy. He wants our things, but he doesn’t even have the sincerity to come to the door. The arrogance is here. Hmm, let’s see...do you know how to get there?"

"We can first..."

"As long as you're not late, it's up to you."

Ms. Feier stopped talking. She didn't eat much. Although she was slow, she was faster than DeWitt, but she didn't leave even after it was over. She looked at him with a look that DeWitt had never seen before.

"What are you looking at?" DeWitt felt that the emotion in his eyes was a bit condescending and a bit too close. It was like the hot air inhaled into the nose close to the flame. It was hot and thick, like melting. It was an edible dessert, but it was It sticks to his hand, and he has to break free after a long time - he is not used to it, and he does not hate it, but his suddenly sensitive self-esteem does not allow him to accept it, even if he knows that the eyes are full of gentle kindness that is about to overflow, he still has to ask this question He said, his tone still cold.

Ms. Feier did not answer. She looked away and looked at her hand on her leg, studying the trimmed and polished nails for flaws. When DeWitt picked a piece of meat and continued chewing, she quietly raised her eyes again. ——DeWitt noticed it immediately, but he said nothing more and speeded up his meal.

In fact, it was not only DeWitt who felt weird about this, Ms. Feier herself was a little weird, but she didn't think about the reasons why she did this, and all this is actually very simple - if there is an old woman with a happy family Being present, she must have been able to see that this was a mother's unskilled love for her child, and she could also see that DeWitt seemed like a child who had not yet learned to repay family affection - in this aspect, and in this aspect alone, DeWitt was not Mature.

So even if DeWitt called "Mom" for fun, Ms. Feier didn't care. She had long been fascinated by the identity of "Mother."

When the planned time came, they set off, first using Floo powder to get to the Leaky Cauldron, and then taking the subway to the vicinity of Malfoy Manor. They were greeted by a short geek who used a pillow towel as clothing.

"That's a house elf," Ms. Feier noticed DeWitt's confusion, and she explained in a low voice: "Rich pure-blood families usually have one like this to do housework."

The house elf is thin and short, and the "clothes" on his body are shabby. His green skin is covered with wrinkles and ragged hair. His nose is pointed and large, and the two bulging eyeballs almost divide the front area of ​​the entire head. When Wit and Freya bowed, their foreheads were almost touching the ground, their big ears drooped, and they said in a high-pitched voice: "Madam, sir, the Malfoy family welcomes you, and Dobby is here to lead the way."

Without waiting for a response, Dobby grabbed the trouser legs of the two men - this action was avoided by DeWitt, who asked in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"

"Dobby is taking guests to the Malfoy family manor," the house elf always refers to himself in the third person, which makes him seem more humble?It looked up at DeWitt with its big watery eyes, and said pleadingly: "Are you dissatisfied with Dobby? Dobby will punish himself now..."

It hit him hard on the skull - an action that made DeWitt take another step back.

"They have been domesticated," Ms. Feier seemed to be used to it. She first explained to DeWitt, and then said: "We are not blaming you, stop it immediately!"

DeWitt finally remembered at this time, and the reason why he felt familiar when he saw the house elf became clear - wasn't the former Mrs. White a replica of the house elf?

"How are you going to take us there?" he asked, relaxing a little.

"It went by in a swish," said Dobby.

"It's just Apparition," Ms. Feier added.

It was to protect his home address, DeWitt could understand. After Ms. Feier reassured her that there would be no danger, he stopped dodging and emerged from the air.

The location where Dobby appeared with the two of them was in front of the grand gate of the Malfoy family manor.

But it was useless no matter how grand it was. DeWitt did not find any creatures greeting the guests behind the door. The host's house seemed to have died, maintaining the same solemnity and silence as the carved door.

Very good, DeWitt's expression became more and more dull. According to Ms. Feier's understanding of him, this was a process of accumulating anger.

The humble house elf ran a few steps, snapped his fingers, and let the door open silently. Then he turned around, bowed with his face to the ground, and raised his voice and said: "Please come in, distinguished guest. Let us, Dobby, lead the way for our distinguished guests."

DeWitt followed closely with vigorous steps, constantly accelerating and forcing Dobby to speed up, until Dobby trotted all the way through the large garden, passed the marble fountain, and arrived in front of the luxurious big house. Dobby finally relaxed. The tone knocked on the door.

The door opened.

The front hall of the house can accommodate at least fifty people dancing freely. Facing the double-open thick carved wooden doors, there are two stairs. The two stairs meet to form a platform in the middle. If you want to go upstairs, you have to turn again and step on it. The dark green marble floor covering every gap on the ground leads to the bedroom where privacy is well protected.

However, no one came to greet him.

The reason is definitely not that the house is too big and the owner is lost in it - it shows a clear attitude.

When this result became obvious, Dobby could now hear DeWitt's breathing. He felt that there was some natural enemy behind him and opened his eyes. Even if he ignored him, the remaining power still made him feel scared, and he Only the master can rely on it, so it trembled and shouted: "Master - Master -"

Dobby responded with two reserved footsteps and a cold, casual shout: "Keep your voice down, you dirty thing. If our guests see it, you might talk about us, Malfoy." The family has failed to entertain us well.”

The talkers of the Malfoy family appeared from the second floor. They were a couple.The couple held each other's arms and walked down calmly. They stood at the intersection platform between the first and second floors just described, holding on to the guardrail and looking down.The two of them were wearing luxurious casual clothes with the main tone being black, but even their normal clothes looked countless times more decent than the wizard robes of DeWitt's "mother and son".

The man was of course Mr. Malfoy. He kept his cold eyes, looked down, only raised the corners of his mouth, showed a standard smile, and said loudly: "Welcome!"

Then he suppressed his smile and scolded Dobby: "You're useless, get out of here, don't dirty the eyes of the guests - I'm warning you, don't think about things that don't belong to you, the afternoon tea we treat our guests won't be Your share!”