Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Dear boss, hello, during the purchasing process, I met a new friend who is looking for a salaried job. I hope to recommend him to you - Nini." The smart white jade jumped up After reading the detailed words, Clooney shook her magic machine at Mr. Albert, who was fighting with the twins, and quickly stepped forward after receiving the affirmation.

Before the children could react, he secretly photographed the children's buttocks like a ghost.

The buttocks made a crisp sound.

Angel let out an angry scream: "Clonia!!"

What a horrible, sharp crack! The screams of the juvenile creatures can almost shatter the glass, and Claonia uses the portkey to escape!

"No!" Mr. Albert's exclamation disappeared into the air, and the furious Angel happened to sit on his waist.

The potion garden is on the right track. For magical plants, the natural dense forest is their favorite habitat. Reclaiming wasteland to grow herbs requires a lot of energy to regulate temperature and humidity, which may involve changes that people are not aware of.

For example, the growth and development of bird ferns requires bird droppings, but no one has yet been able to analyze the reason for this. Usually, their traces can only be found under bird nests. But after they are transplanted or grafted, they will soon die for unknown reasons.

On the contrary, a variety of herbs that can be used in herbal medicine classes show greater adaptability, but because of this characteristic, their prices are usually not very high.

After processing and drying the herbs, and arranging them in a certain proportion in exquisite packaging, you can use herbal tea as a selling point and sell it at a higher price.

Miss Albert landed gracefully on her private sofa. The elf Nini was already standing in front of her, fully dressed. The white swallow-tailed dog was always missing. Through the window lattice, she could see dates in the distance. The figure of the big red horse.

The walls of the manor were replaced with blue-white stone bricks, and the walls were polished so smooth that they even sparkled in the dim light. House elves are always the most competent housekeepers.

Crowney took a deep breath, and then smelled a discordant smell.

Behind Nini was another creature of the same kind, dressed in a poor manner, and the rags on his body looked like they had not been washed for a long time, exuding a sebum smell.

"Who is this?"

"It's you!" The creature let out a strange cry, "How is this possible?"

This scream coincided with a creature in Crowney's memory. Crowney covered his ears, not wanting them to be tortured like this multiple times on the same day.

"Dobby." Crowney sighed, "Is that you?"

"Do you know each other?" Nini walked to her left side and turned sideways, "Then this would be perfect."

"Well, it's me!" said Dobby. "Harry Potter said you were a good man!"

"I might be," Clowney replied.

"Your elf says you are a good person!"

"I should change the word, Dobby." Crowney answered good-naturedly, "It's an employee. I guess I'm a good boss?"

She winked at her employee, and Nini pulled out a strange smile.

"Perhaps he should take a shower first and then change his clothes?" Clooney turned her head and asked her employee in a low voice, while isolating the smell behind the back of her hands - although it was useless.

Dobby watched the two people whispering openly in front of him without shouting. His toes flexibly jumped up and down on the floor tiles: "I heard that there are paying jobs here!"

"Yes, I think so too, boss." Nini responded to her in a low voice, "But he believes that he refuses to give anything without giving."

This is really a very dignified thing.

but.

"If you are looking for a job, Dobby." Crowney straightened up, "A normal, decent dress will make your image completely different - and naturally you will have a higher chance of being hired. .”

“I just want to earn through my work!”

"Then it's stuck, Dobby." Clooney turned to look at Nini, and then continued after receiving the other party's implicit affirmation, "As an employer, my employees represent my external image. If If you use this image to treat other people who may arrive here, I may lose the order."

"Reception?" Dobby was stunned for a moment, "Do you mean Dobby?"

"Yes."

"But the elf never..." He was stuck, but soon, a wave of ecstasy spread from his mouth, "You mean, Dobby can receive other guests?"

"Well... usually Nini does that." Claudine replied, "If she doesn't mind sharing some of her work with you."

"The premise is that you have to look decent, Dobby." Nini added calmly, in sharp contrast to Dobby's high-pitched tone, "To be honest, I'm a little disgusted too..."

But this is normal, Nini thought.

Before this, house elves were not allowed to appear on the stage. An elf can be an excellent house elf if it is not discovered or seen by its owner during its work. Who cares if they are wearing rags or clothes?

But here's the problem. The wizards didn't care if the elf's hands came into contact with other things that shouldn't be handled with the ingredients before handling them.

Thinking of this, Nini burst out laughing involuntarily.

"What are you laughing at?" Their eyes turned to her at the same time.

"I thought of something funny, boss." Nini answered honestly.

"But I swear I'm not laughing at you, Dobby." Ninny said in a defensive tone, "This is normal. Almost no one would have such a request for a house elf."

"Yes." Clowney answered, "But you are looking for a job now."

"Dobby is a free elf!"

"Yes."

"So, free elf, if you want to work here, you have to accept changing into work clothes while working and keeping clean every day. If you don't understand, you can ask Nini."

"The salary increases year by year according to the number of years of work. There is a salary bonus at the end of the year. It is three galleons per month in the first year. What do you think?"

"Three Galleons?!" Dobby screamed again.

"After all, you have a lot to learn, and I don't expect you to be able to work independently in your first year, Dobby."

"I mean, it's too much!" Dobby answered honestly. Even the woman in front of him who was willing to give him a job played a very bad villain for a long time - in his mind.

But that doesn't mean he has to be an elf who likes to lie.

"The basic salary of a Diagon Alley clerk is five galleons." Crowney replied, "Your work is just a little more, Dobby."

"What?!" Dobby looked angry and happy at the same time, "They only wanted to give me a few Knuts!!"

Then this is indeed a stupid choice.