Harry Potter Reborn

On a Saturday morning in December.

Everyone got up slowly and lazily, and then noticed that leaflets began to fall throughout Hogwarts.

The leaflet disappeared after falling to the ground, and then fell again from a height of several meters until someone reached out to catch it.

The content of the leaflet is to introduce a house elf. The house elf in the picture is actually wearing a decent brand new suit. Although it looks a bit weird, it has to be said that compared to those wearing shabby clothes and dirty body.

Xi's house elves are much more high-end and elegant.

Dobby, the house elf, accepts employment for one hour.

Do you want to prepare a sumptuous dinner for your parents? Do you want to set up a romantic environment to confess to your girlfriend? Is the house dirty and still worrying about how to clean it? Is the gnome overflowing again?...

With only twenty copper karts, Dobby can help you complete all household tasks.

The work efficiency is high, and one hour of cleaning can be worth a week's work of a wizard. It is the best choice for you to become an exquisite wizard.

Book as soon as possible, first come first served.

Not surprisingly, this wave of publicity caused a wave of heated discussion in Hogwarts.

After all, there are only a few families with house elves, and many wizards have never used a house elf.

Although most wizards find it unbelievable that house elves work for free, when you think about it, it is only twenty copper knuts, which is really, really cheap.

Just drink a cup of butterbeer in Hogsmeade and you can hire Dobby to work for three hours. It's a very reasonable price.

Many wizards were attracted by it, and once the first user appeared, this form became unstoppable.

It was a first-year freshman. She walked up to Hermione cautiously and asked, "This Christmas, can I have the house elves come to my house to prepare dinner?"

Hermione finally waited for the first person to ask, she smiled and said: "Of course, please fill in the address..."

The little girl nervously wrote down her home address on a form, and then handed Hermione a silver Sickle.

"Well, I'm looking for you nine Copper Nuts..."

The little girl waved her hands hurriedly and said: "No, just take it as a tip, it's not much anyway."

Unexpectedly, she is still a rich lolita.

Then wizards came one after another.

"There are ghouls in the attic of my grandma's house. They keep screaming all day long. My grandma has nothing to do. Can Dobby help my grandma get rid of them?"

"Can……"

"Can……"

"Can……"

After busying for a while, Hermione handed Dobby a compiled timetable.

"This is a week's work schedule. At the end of the week, the salary is several galleons higher than the salary at Hogwarts."

Dobby burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Miss Granger, for finding me so many jobs. I'm so happy. Those house elves will definitely be jealous of me."

Hermione: "Uh, okay."

"I will help you first this time. From now on, post a piece of parchment outside the auditorium, draw a form, and let interested wizards fill in the information every day of the week. Then you can complete the work by yourself.

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"Okay, thank you Miss Granger." Dobby bowed vigorously.

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In a Transfiguration class on Thursday.

Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice crackled in the classroom like a whip: "Weasley, Thomas! Can you pay attention?"

This class is almost over.

The homework has been handed in: Professor McGonagall has requested that the guinea fowl be turned into guinea pigs, and now those strange creatures, reluctantly called "guinea pigs", are kept in a large cage on Professor McGonagall's podium.

As for the homework on the blackboard, they have also copied it into their notebooks: give an example of how the transformation spell must be adjusted when performing cross-species transformation.

The bell was about to ring at any time, and even if Professor McGonagall seemed to be about to say something, some people were distracted.

Ron and Dean Harry were holding wands and competing in swordsmanship in the last row of the classroom, without any distractions.

When Professor McGonagall called their names, the shocked two people quickly put down their wands and sat down.

"Too childish!" Professor McGonagall glanced at them angrily.

"Everyone, please listen to me clearly. I will only say this once. The Yule Ball is coming... This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests. That's it, the ball is only

Open to students in fourth grade and above, but you can invite a junior student if you wish."

In an instant, all the girls in the class looked at Harry.

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, two stupid girls, dared to stare at Harry. Hermione glared at them, and immediately they recalled the pain Hermione had caused them in divination.

——Hermione crushed Professor Trelawney, whom they respected as a god, to a pulp, and they quickly looked away.

Professor McGonagall continued: "Wear the formal robes you have prepared. The dance will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and will end at twelve midnight."

Professor McGonagall looked at the whole class and said with great difficulty: "The Yule Ball is undoubtedly an opportunity for us to relax..."

Harry smiled. It was really difficult for the rigid and serious Professor McGonagall to say such a thing.

"However!" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rose, and she said sternly and naturally: "But that does not mean that Hogwarts will relax its behavioral requirements on you. We also have foreign guests present. If Gryffindor's

Any student who embarrasses the school in any way will definitely be punished..."

"Dingling bell..."

The bell rang. Everyone was talking about the Christmas dance, stuffing books into their schoolbags, and throwing their schoolbags over their shoulders. There was a rush in the classroom.

"Harry, please stay a moment, I have something to tell you." Professor McGonagall shouted.

Professor McGonagall waited for the entire class to leave and said, "Harry, students attending the dance may or may not have partners, but the warriors must have partners."

She looked at Hermione, who was sitting quietly aside, and said, "You must have a goal."

"Ah, yes." Harry started to do multiple-choice questions again.

"Can a person have multiple partners?" Harry asked.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if she thought he was joking.

She said coldly: "Of course not, that is your dance partner, of course you can only have one."

"Dance partner?" Harry's eyes widened: "You mean we're going to dance? I thought we were just going to have a partner, arm-in-arm, walking around the dance, eating cheese pie, eating beef curry, trying something new.

Orleans gumbo, English cheesecake, some pumpkin porridge, some butterbeer..."

Professor McGonagall's face twitched twice: "You said everything, but this is a ball-themed party."

Harry looked shy: "Dear Headmaster, can you not participate? I have divined that I will not feel well that night."

"No! If you feel unwell, go to Madam Pomfrey and take some medicine first. You must dance. According to tradition, the dance is held by warriors and their partners."

Professor McGonagall said: "You can't dance? Can't you? Can't you?"

"Ha, how is that possible?" Harry laughed.

"That's good, then it's settled." Professor McGonagall finished speaking and left the classroom.

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