Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 390 Pansy suddenly returns home

Dobby is a weird elf. He intercepted Harry's letters before his master's order during the summer vacation - for Harry's safety.

He even talked about freedom, which other house elves feared like snakes and scorpions.

And he is said to be working at Hogwarts now.

Harry was actually a little worried, because before Dobby left, Dobby also said that he would monitor Professor Riddle.

Just as Harry was recalling Dobby's great achievements, Diddy finally spoke.

"Dobby, he -, sir, allow me to say something bad about him."

"He is not like a normal house elf at all, and he completely regards our honor as nothing."

"Not to mention asking for salary, he even dared to disturb Mr. Riddle, who is also our master." Diddy lowered his head, his bat ears trembling slightly, and he looked very ashamed.

When he mentioned the salary, Harry even suspected that at that moment, he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"Then he's okay."

"I mean, Professor Riddle didn't make things difficult for him." Harry frowned, very worried.

"After the great Hogwarts headmaster Dumbledore came forward, Dobby didn't--like that." Diddy's expression was very sad.

Harry could even see a trace of grievance from it, as if Dobby was not punished, which seemed unfair to him.

But as a house-elf, Diddy didn't dare to think about it--it was equivalent to questioning Dumbledore's decision.

"That's good." Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When Diddy confirmed that Hagrid and the others didn't need him for the time being, he bowed to everyone and disappeared.

Hagrid asked curiously about Dobby's story while eating.

"There are house-elfs like this!" Hagrid said while gnawing on a chicken leg.

His doubtful look made Ron grin.

At that time, he also did this because of Dobby.

Now seeing Hagrid, thinking that he was not the only one like this, Ron felt balanced in his heart.

"Dobby is weird, isn't he?"

"Hey, Hephaestus, come and have a chicken leg." Ron nodded with satisfaction, and bent down to throw a chicken leg into the fireplace.

Draco also squatted beside him, stuffing wood into it.

Harry and Ginny were cuddling together.

After Hagrid had enough wine and food, Ron, whose interest came and went quickly, turned his attention to Hagrid who was picking his teeth.

"I seem to have two eyelids. When I open the second one, I can see everything in the Forbidden Forest."

"I can feel the water droplets falling, the flowers blooming, and even the dust in the air." Hagrid looked dazed again.

"Are there flowers in winter?" Ron raised his hand, expressing doubt.

"Stupid, haven't you taken the Herbology class?" Draco rolled his eyes. There are so many magical plants that bloom in winter.

"I just didn't expect it." Ron said it was all Hephaestus's fault. He was too immersed in the mystery just now.

Hephaestus trembled in confusion, and the chicken bones and wood in his stomach crackled.

"How did the Plutonian dragons become extinct?"

"They are so powerful." After Hagrid mentioned his magical powers, Draco thought of dragons again, and his focus was completely different from Harry and the others.

"They don't like to reproduce."

"Even if they have offspring, female Plutonian dragons are not qualified mothers. They just leave the eggs alone."

"Plus, each Plutonian dragon is too strong, and the large territory makes it difficult for them to meet."

"It also reduces the already low reproduction rate." Hagrid sighed, his face full of disappointment.

The following days were peaceful.

Harry brewed potions in the dormitory all day, and Ginny accompanied him.

Ron and Draco ran to Hagrid all day for Hephaestus.

In fact, Draco should have been with his girlfriend all day like Harry.

But on the second day after Hephaestus was born, a letter arrived and Pansy left Hogwarts.

It is said that several of her relatives died inexplicably.

The time and cause of death were not mentioned in her heart.

Draco wanted to go together, but the letter from his father that arrived immediately stopped him.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. His father should have predicted Draco's thoughts.

"It's really weird."

"I've also met those relatives of Pansy."

"They are all very young and have just graduated from Hogwarts."

"My father still won't let me go, and told me to stay in Hogwarts."

"But he also said that the funeral was actually not dangerous."

"It's weird enough." Draco, who had just finished watching Hephaestus, complained to Harry while stuffing his steak in the hall.

Ron nodded on the side. He looked like he had known it for a long time. He must have known it in advance when he went to Hagrid with Draco.

"According to what you said, all the young people in her relatives' families died. This may be related to inheritance and family inheritance."

"Even if you are Pansy's fiancé, you haven't officially married after all, and your family's reputation-"

"You should understand." Harry waved his hand to let Draco feel at ease.

"Okay."

"By the way!"

"Harry, what potion are you brewing lately?"

"You smell almost like Professor Snape now." Draco twitched his nose at Harry, "Yeah, that's the smell!"

"If you hang out with potion ingredients all day, you'll be like this, too." Harry rolled his eyes.

He then shifted the topic to the smell. After all, they couldn't say anything about Moon City, and they couldn't say anything. The moment they actually saw Moon City, all the related memories were automatically covered by a strange magic.

They couldn't reveal any information about it to the outside world, not even writing.

"What about the potion?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and he found that Harry didn't seem to want to answer the question.

"This is a trade secret." Ron quickly explained.

Harry couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Damn Ron!

Harry was going to make up a potion, but Ron's lies were disrupted.

"It's not a trade secret!"

"Haven't you heard recently that there are a lot of modified Muggle items in Diagon Alley?"

"I'm going to combine the shampoo and potion in the Muggle world to create a more useful shampoo - you know, that's how my ancestors made their fortune."

"Ginny always complains that her hair is a bit messy."

"Right, Ginny." Harry hinted with his eyes wildly in the half of his face that Draco couldn't see.

"Yeah." Ginny took advantage of Draco's inattention and glared at Harry and Ron fiercely.

"Then I'll use it after the research is successful." Draco touched his hairline worriedly.

He was afraid that his hairline would increase with age like his father.