Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

"Aren't you afraid that the Malfoy family will do something against you?" Snape turned around and looked at Rean and asked.

"The Malfoy family is really rich." Rean did not answer Snape's question.

"By the way, what's your name?" Rean looked at the house elf beside him.

"Master...Master...I am...yours now...Please give me a...name." The elf saw Lien looking over and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

It prayed in its heart that the new master would not be more cruel than the old master, but which wizard would take a house elf seriously?

Thinking of this, it felt sad in its heart.

"Then let's call it pudding." Lien said.

Anyway, we already have a fruit pie at home, so having an extra pudding doesn’t seem to be a problem.

"As you command, Master." Pudding bowed deeply.

"Okay, go and take care of the botanical garden. Leave the store alone first." Lien waved his hand and asked the elf to leave.

"As you command." After saying that, Pudding disapparated and left here.

"Come back!" Lean shouted into the air, and Pudding appeared in front of Lean instantly.

"May I ask what you want, Master." Pudding's tone sounded a little happy. After all, the current master seemed to be easy to get along with.

"Come with me for a walk." Lean thought of the books in Gaunt's old house, and there happened to be a house elf here.

Free labor is not wasted.

"Professor Snape, I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you now." Rean bowed slightly to Snape and then disapparated first.

Pudding followed and disappeared.

Snape's face looked a little uncertain, and after thinking for a while, he disappeared.

"Professor Snape?" Rean stood in front of Gunter's old house and looked at Snape who had apparated behind him and said doubtfully.

"Don't think too much about it. I'm just afraid that you will die outside and the principal will cause trouble for me. After all, everyone saw that you followed me out." Snape said quickly, and then he paused, "I'm still here. Just wait for you, you were attacked yesterday, it’s better to be careful, what I’m most afraid of is getting into trouble.”

Rean stared at Snape in disbelief for a while, making Snape feel a little embarrassed, then turned around and took Pudding into Gaunt's old house.

"You move all the books here to my home." Rean ordered Pudding.

Then, he took Pudding to know where his home was, and gave Pudding a small sign to use to pass the defensive circle.

Then, he and Snape returned to Hogwarts, leaving the collection of books to Pudding, and the house elves would keep everything in order.

"What did Professor Snape call you for this morning? I was so anxious when I heard what they said." After Hermione saw Lean, she ran forward and asked, regardless of being angry.

"Why are you anxious? After all, he is still my dean, so he won't attack me." Lean said with a smile.

"Hmph, have you learned your Latin yet?" Hermione was a little annoyed that Ryan actually let her go this week.

"Of course you have to learn, let's go, let's go, I have time now." Lien looked at the little girl's puffy cheeks with a smile, she was so cute.

Hermione felt a little happy when she heard Rean's words.

"Then wait for me, I'll go to the dormitory to get the books." After saying that, the little girl ran away.

Lean stood there waiting, saying hello to the passing ghosts from time to time.

Most ghosts still have a favorable impression of, or sympathy for, this young wizard who was born as a Muggle but was sorted into Slytherin.

So under Li En's initiative, most of the ghosts felt good about Li En.

"Hi, Mr. Bucklin, good day." Lean said to the ghost floating past him.

"Good day, Lien, you look good. Do you have any happy news?"

Mr. Bucklin was the last librarian of Hogwarts, having served for one hundred and twenty years. After graduating at the age of seventeen, Mr. Bucklin worked for Hogwarts until his death.

With a career of one hundred and twenty years, Mr. Bucklin knew the entire library well, and Lean got a lot of useful information from him.

After chatting for a few words, Mr. Bucklin left first.

"Haha, what are you waiting for here?" Malfoy came here at some point and said when he saw Rean leaning against the wall as if waiting for someone.

"Could it be that lady from Gryffindor?"

Malfoy was about to say "mudblood", but under Lean's murderous eyes, he changed his words to "madam".

Goyle and Crabbe did not dare to say a word, and that beautiful green light was still flashing in their minds.

Rean snorted and had no intention of paying attention to Malfoy, but at the moment he lowered his head, he had a good idea.

"Malfoy, I heard that your family is very rich?" Rean raised his head and said casually.

"Haha, of course, this is something that all wizards know." Malfoy raised his head proudly, and Goyle and Crabbe were also somewhat proud.

Lean pretended to be hesitant. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "I heard from others that the street lights in the Malfoy manor are powered by magic crystals. Is this true?"

"Um." Malfoy stopped for a moment, simply because he had never heard of the word "magic crystal" for no other reason.

After all, he is just a young wizard who has just entered school. Even though he has lived in the wizarding world since he was a child, he is far from being exposed to these advanced materials at this age.

Lean also saw it in the books left by the Death Eaters, but even in that book, he only mentioned it in a few words.

However, Malfoy still wanted to save face and said stiffly: "Of course, who said this? He knows the Malfoy family quite well."

Li En raised his brows and laughed inwardly. With some respect on his face, he said: "Well... since they are for lighting, can you give me two of them? You know, I am a kid." Growing up in the Muggle world, I have never seen this."

Malfoy hesitated for a moment. He didn't believe that Lean would give in to him just because of two things that powered the lighting.

"Dear Master Malfoy." Lean bowed slightly and said respectfully.

After Malfoy heard this, his whole body felt sublimated.

It is like a glass of ice water in the hot summer, refreshing; and it is like a bonfire in the ice and snow, warm and comfortable.

Is there anything in this world that is more comfortable than surrendering to your opponent?