The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Dobby didn't like doing bad things.

Although he has been a servant of the Malfoy family for generations since his ancestors, he does not feel that there is any honor in it, and even feels pain.

House elves are a purely harmless race. Their nature is to avoid doing harmful things as much as possible. Dobby naturally resists becoming an accomplice of the Malfoy family.

But there is no other way. Obeying the orders of the master is the first duty of a house elf.

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

Suddenly, a low sob came from the dark stairwell.

Dobby froze, but then he realized that the person crying was a small figure - a house elf like him.

Still a female.

Dobby had a natural affinity for his own kind, but at this time the elf's instinct made him decide to mind his own business and complete his master's mission first.

But then the female house elf suddenly raised her head, "Who's there?" she asked alertly.

"Uh, it's me." Seeing the other party's big eyes still filled with tears, Dobby said out of nowhere.

"Where are you from?" The other party looked at him warily, "I've never seen you before."

"I am the elf of the Malfoy family, the school director." Dobby said. Most elves would have a strong sense of honor when announcing their master's name, but Dobby had no such feeling at all.

The female house elf relaxed a little, "My name is Little Bell, and I am an elf from Hogwarts." She introduced herself.

Then he started sobbing again.

"What happened? Is there anything I can do to help?" Dobby asked hesitantly.

"I can't make cherry pudding, and the chef says I'm useless." Little Bell cried very sadly.

"The chef you are talking about, is he a wizard?" Dobby asked.

"No, he is also an elf."

"That's it," Dobby said relieved, "Then there's no need for you to be too sad. Our house elves are very united and friendly. Your head chef definitely hopes you can learn it, but he's just too emotional.

A little impatient."

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

Dobby nodded vigorously.

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

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

"Of course." Dobby had no doubts and briefly explained the secret of making cherry pudding. As a qualified servant, of course he was familiar with the methods of various dishes and desserts.

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

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

"I'm afraid not..." Dobby was about to refuse. After all, he still had a mission to complete, and he would be punished by his master if he returned late.

But Little Bell took his hand without any explanation, "The kitchen is downstairs! Everyone has taken a rest, no one will see it!"

She directly pulled Dobby towards the stairs, and the latter didn't even react.

"Okay then..." Dobby was helpless. After all, the other party was a female and it was hard to refuse. "But I can only demonstrate it to you once, otherwise I won't have enough time..."

He was completely unsuspecting.

The little bell led Dobby to open the kitchen door. It was indeed dark inside. The elves in Hogwarts should have rested by this time.

"Shh!" the little bell reminded Dobby in a low voice, "Don't make any noise and come with me."

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

She entered the small room first.

Dobby followed her in without any warning.

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

"Chef!" the little bell called.

"Good job." Chef Cookie nodded to her, holding the thick wooden stick in his hand. This murder weapon made Dobby fall into a coma.

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

"You did nothing wrong. This guy is going to do things to harm Hogwarts, and he must be controlled." Cookie comforted her.

He bent down and struggled to move Dobby's limp body out of the small room.

All the lights in the kitchen suddenly turned on, and the elves in Hogwarts ran out of their hiding places to look at the "sinner" and chirp and point at him.

A few stronger elves who had received Cookie's instructions in advance were already prepared. They took a pair of heavy shackles and quickly put them on Dobby.

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

The elves all calmed down.

"We have done what we should do and defended Hogwarts!" Cookie tried hard to make his voice majestic, just like the Principal Dumbledore he admired.

Although the elf's natural high-pitched voice is a bit funny, it does have an effect. The elves looked at the chef with eyes full of reverence. After all, the plan was made by the chef himself.

"Pancake pan! Go find Mr. Erwin Frost!"

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

This little guy is very slippery. If Erwin were to catch him by himself, it would be very laborious and the success rate would be very low. Moreover, as long as he fails once and the little guy is alert, it will be difficult to catch him again.

The nearly unlimited ability to apparate is simply too outrageous.

And when the elves at Hogwarts took action, the effect was immediately visible.

"On behalf of Hogwarts, I would like to extend my most sincere thanks to you." Erwin said to these elves first: "Thank you for your contribution."

"Are you going to take him away?" Chef Cookie asked.

Erwin noticed that the wooden stick in his hand was not a simple weapon. Erwin could actually feel a considerable amount of magic power flowing from it.

magic.

"Yes, I will 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 reveal the information. If possible, I will try to help him get rid of his master's control.

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