The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Dobby doesn't like doing bad things.

Although he has been a servant of the Malfoy family for generations since his ancestors, he doesn't think it is any honor, and even feels pain.

House-elves are a purely harmless race, their nature is to try to avoid doing harmful actions, and Dobby naturally resists being an accomplice of the Malfoy family.

But there is no way, obeying the master's orders is the first duty of the house-elves.

He was going to sneak into an innocent girl's bedroom now. According to the master's instructions, if she was found awake, he had to use the psychedelic potion he carried with him to make her unconscious. Dobby could only silently say sorry to her.

Suddenly there was a low sobbing sound in the dark stairwell.

Dobby froze, but then realized that the crying figure was a small figure—a house-elf like himself.

Still a female.

Dobby has a natural sense of closeness to his fellow-clan, but at this moment, the elf's instinct makes him decide to keep his mind off his own business and complete his master's task first.

But then the female house-elf suddenly looked up. "Who's there?" she asked alertly.

"Uh, it's me." Seeing the other party's big eyes that were still shining with tears, Dobby said in a strange way.

"Where did you come from, elf?" The other party looked at him very vigilantly, "I have never seen you before."

"I'm an elf from the Malfoy family of the school director." Dobby said that ordinary elves would have a strong sense of honor when they announced their master's name, but Dobby didn't have this feeling at all.

The female house-elf relaxed a bit, "My name is Little Bell, and I'm an elf from Hogwarts." She introduced herself.

Then began to sob again.

"What's going on, is there anything I can do to help?" Dobby asked hesitantly.

"I don't know how to make cherry pudding, the chef says I'm useless." Little Bell cried very sadly.

"Is that head chef you speak of a wizard-lord?" Dobby asked.

"No, he's an elf too."

"That's it," Dobby felt relieved, "then you don't need to be too sad, we house elves are very united and friendly, your chef must hope you can learn it, but the emotion is too much A little impatient."

"Really?" Little Bell's big eyes seemed to be able to speak.

Dobby nodded emphatically.

The wizards are superior, and many people regard the house elves as domestic animals, so the elves are more inclined to hug each other for warmth, and they are still very harmonious and friendly with each other.

"Can you teach me how to make cherry pudding?"

"Of course." Dobby didn't have any doubts, and briefly explained the secrets of making cherry pudding. As a qualified servant, of course, he knows all kinds of dishes and desserts by heart. 33 Novel Network

After all, he was responsible for three meals a day for the Malfoy family.

"I don't understand." Little Bell was very distressed, "Can't you go to the kitchen with me and show me?"

"I'm afraid it won't work..." Dobby just wanted to refuse. After all, he still has tasks to complete, and if he returns late, he will be punished by his master again.

But Little Bell took his hand involuntarily, "The kitchen is right below! Everyone has already rested, no one will see it!"

She dragged Dobby straight up the stairs without him even reacting.

"Okay then..." Dobby was very helpless, after all, the other party was a female, so it was really hard to refuse, "But I can only demonstrate it to you once, otherwise there won't be enough time..."

He was totally unsuspecting.

Little Bell led Dobby to open the kitchen door. It was indeed dark inside, and the elves in Hogwarts should have rested at this time.

"Hush!" The little bell reminded Dobby in a low voice, "Don't make any noise, follow me."

They quietly walked to a corner of the kitchen, the little bell lit a small lamp, and then opened a low door, "Let's go in."

She entered the small room first.

Dobby followed her inside without the slightest suspicion.

The door closed suddenly, and then a thick wooden club fell from the sky and hit Dobby hard on the back of the head. His body stiffened and he passed out.

"Chef!" Little Bell called out.

"Good job." Chef Cookie nodded at her, holding the thick wooden stick in his hand, and it was this murder weapon that made Dobby fall into a coma.

Little Bell looked a little sad, this time she really looked like she was about to cry.

"You did nothing wrong. This guy is going to endanger Hogwarts. He must be controlled." Cookie comforted her.

He bent down and with difficulty moved Dobby's limp form out of the small room.

Suddenly all the lights in the kitchen came on, and the Hogwarts elves ran out of their hiding places to watch the "sinner", chirping and pointing at him.

A few stronger elves who had been ordered by Cookie in advance were prepared. They took a pair of heavy shackles and put them on Dobby quickly.

"Quiet!" Cookie held up his thick wooden stick, which seemed to be a symbol of the head chef's power.

The elves were all quiet.

"We have done what we have to do, defending Hogwarts!" Cookie tried hard to make his voice dignified, just like the headmaster he admired, Dumbledore.

Although the elves' natural shrill voice was a bit funny, it did have an effect. The elves looked at the head chef with reverence, after all, the plan was made by the head chef himself.

"Pancake pan! You go to Mr. Erwin Frost!"

When Erwin came to the kitchen, he saw Dobby unconscious and tied up.

This little guy is very slippery. If Erwin came to capture it by himself, it would be very labor-intensive, with a very low success rate, and as long as he failed once, it would be difficult to catch him again if the little guy was alerted.

The near-unlimited ability to apparate is simply outrageous.

But when the elves from Hogwarts took action, it really had an immediate effect.

"On behalf of Hogwarts, I would like to extend my sincerest thanks to you." Erwin said to the elves first, "Thank you for your contribution."

"Are you taking him?" Chef Cookie asked.

Erwin noticed the wooden stick in his hand. It was not a simple weapon, and Erwin could feel quite a wave of magic power from it.

Magic.

"Yes, I'll take him away." Erwin nodded.

"Are you going to execute him?" a female elf asked in a trembling voice.

"No." Erwin shook his head, "A house elf who is ordered by his master will not bear the main responsibility, I will find a way to get him to speak out, and if possible, try to help him get rid of his master's control .”