I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Oh no~~"

"Salary~~~What an evil word."

When I hear the word salary.

Kreacher backed away as if he had seen some pest.

Then he stared at Hermione with big bloodshot eyes of disgust and hatred, "Oh my God! What a sinful thing that was. The Mudblood said incredible things. Kreacher felt that he was defiled."

"Hi~" Before Hermione could say anything else, Owen squeezed over.

"Oh~ yes! Salary, what an evil word." He looked at Hermione happily, and then looked at Kreacher.

"To be honest -" he turned to look at Sirius, "I kind of like this little guy."

"Sirius, can you give it to me?"

His eyes were shining, and he was so happy looking at this rare breed who worked for free.

"Meet me, my name is Irving, Irving - um, Irving Rozier."

"???" Hermione looked at Owen with a confused look on her face, "When did you change your last name?"

"Just now!" Owen said casually.

Sure enough, just after he said the three words "Rozier", Kreacher's eyes looked at him much softer.

It bowed to Owen and said in a plain, lonely voice that sounded like a dead man's mouth: "Kreacher will always be loyal to the Black family. I'm very sorry, Master Owen. If you need a house elf, Kreacher I can introduce it to you.”

"No, no, I just want you."

"You have to pay if you want to hire it." Hermione said with a face, very disdainful of Owen's free will. "And didn't you already hire Dobby?"

"It said it itself, no wages. And don't mention Dobby to me!"

"It wants it!" the little witch said stubbornly.

"It doesn't want it! You ask it and see how it answers you."

"I say it wants it, and it wants it!"

Hermione, who got angry after arguing with Owen, stared down at Kreacher, her slightly narrowed eyes exuding a dangerous light.

If this were Hogwarts.

If she were giving such a look to a young wizard.

It can only be said that the unlucky guy is going to get beaten.

"Hey, hey, hey! Miss Granger, this is the first time I've seen someone threaten someone else's salary."

"I didn't threaten it!"

"Your eyeballs are about to bulge out, and you haven't threatened me yet." Owen said angrily.

"But honestly, believe me, if you give it a good beating, it might be willing to listen to you."

"Okay, you two, don't bother with that crazy elf anymore." Sirius finally couldn't bear to listen to the two of them. He stepped forward, separated the two of them, and stopped him, " This house is the ancestral home of the Black family that has been passed down for seven centuries. It has many rare collections of books that are not available outside. There is a library on the second underground floor. You two can go in and pick some at will. It doesn’t matter even if it is emptied, it is here anyway No one will live there anymore.”

"Let it be buried in the ground along with the dark surname Black."

"Ah! Another book!" After hearing that the Christmas gift Sirius wanted to give him was a magic book, Owen immediately cursed and said, "I have read enough books this semester!"

As he spoke, he took out the locket from his pocket. The gold locket had a capital snake-shaped S on it, inlaid with sparkling emeralds. It looked like a small snake. It was Slytherin. A unique family crest.

"Just give this to me."

"This? Are you sure?" Sirius asked in confusion, "That doesn't look like a good thing. Most of the things in that cabinet are useless antiques or items related to magic curses.

Didn't Nick give you many magic props? "

The magic item Nick gave him?

Does he mean the real looking glass (moonscope) that is in his coat pocket?

Owen smiled funny.

Fortunately, my brother is really a gentleman.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough to supplement it with stir-fried pork kidneys, steamed beef kidneys, and braised lamb kidneys every day!

Without waiting for the final battle, people will die in vain

"Ahem, this is a good thing, but you are mistaken."

He pretended to cough a few times to hide his embarrassment.

By the way, is he going to try that moonglass?

Nick wouldn't really just give him a X-ray lens, would he?

Could it be that it has other functions?

After all, Nicolas Flamel was also a legendary alchemist who lived for more than 600 years. He was able to make friends with Professor Dumbledore. Such a character would never have a low moral level.

Maybe I misunderstood him?

Owen shook his head and put away the thought of removing the lenses of the moonglass and making them into glasses.

"This is Salazar's relic. It is an antique that is more than 1,500 years old. It is very valuable."

he said.

Kreacher suddenly jumped up and rushed towards him like a mad bull, "Put it down, it belongs to Master Regulus."

Kreacher grabbed Owen's arm and shouted, his red and swollen eyes full of anger and hatred.

"snort!"

"But it's in my hands now!"

"I'll take it, it's mine."

"Also, you call it and see if it responds?"

Owen sneered and cast a spell without a staff in his hand. The gray light spread all over Kreacher's body in an instant. In the blink of an eye, except for his head, everything else was petrified.

Then with a "bang", it fell to the ground.

"Owen~" Hermione glared at him, even though she felt no pain after being petrified.

But without the physical cushioning, the body will become very brittle.

It's easy to break.

"Wait, what did you just say." Sirius also reacted at this time.

He looked at the pendant box in Owen's hand, and an inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to his heart. He seemed to have seen this thing somewhere.

"That's Master Regulus's thing, Master Regulus' thing." Kreacher, who was petrified, was still crying and shouting.

His hoarse, drake-like voice was very unpleasant.

After a while, Owen began to suspect that this elf didn't have any sound magic.

"Shut up, what is this? Where did Regulus get it from?"

Sirius finally remembered.

When he was young, when he was still a child, his mother had instilled the knowledge in him. In a book "Born Noble: Wizarding Genealogy", this emblem was recorded. It was the pure-blood family, Slytherin's. Founder, emblem of the Salazar family.

Kreacher stopped roaring. House elves cannot disobey their master's orders.

It opened its mouth, and disgusting tears flowed from its red eyes, flowing down its nose and into its mouth.

"Tell me everything you know. I order you!" Sirius roared: "How can my brother have anything from that old monster Salazar!"

His heartbeat began to accelerate, and Sirius vaguely felt the conspiracy hidden behind it.

But what made him even more angry was that the elf in front of him knew everything, but he was at a loss about these things.

Kreacher was still twitching, and he could see that Regulus must have given him an order back then, not allowing him to tell anyone about this.

It didn't even tell Sirius's mother, how could it tell him so easily?

So it's struggling.

"It seems-" Looking at Kreacher's pitiful look. I suddenly felt that it was time for me to show off again. Owen jumped out, twirling the pendant on his index finger, "It's time for Sanchez's little theater again!"

"I have to say that our senior Tom has a morbid desire for expression when it comes to making Horcruxes. He has to choose some ancient magic items. The consequence is that people can easily guess what his Horcruxes are. ."

"It's a pity that the Sword of Gryffindor is always on display in the principal's office, otherwise the relics of the four founders would be complete."

"Owen, what are you talking about?" Harry asked in confusion.

What is Senior Tom’s Horcrux?

Are Voldemort's Horcruxes here?

"Wait a minute, wait until I finish speaking, I will diss his aesthetics." Owen waved his hand, indicating to Harry that he would speak later.

Then he continued, minding his own business: "I would say that you must be careful when choosing items to make Horcruxes. First of all, you should not choose something that is famous in history, but choose the most inconspicuous thing, or Something inherently dangerous.”

"The former is not easy to be discovered, and the latter can effectively ensure safety."

He shook Salazar's pendant in his hand, waved his hand to clear away the dust on the chair next to the display cabinet, and then sat on it.

"But if you insist on being the enemy of the whole world, then no matter how you hide the Horcrux, it will be discovered sooner or later. You must believe in the power of the people."

"So at this time I recommend the second option."

"If it were me - just to give you an example, I wouldn't be so stupid as to tear my soul apart."

"If I want to make a Horcrux, then I will find a 'mushroom egg' to attach to my soul. Hehe!!! If it is destroyed, I can set off a big firework."

"At least you can die with the thieves, right?"

"The soul in the mushroom egg is very interesting when you think about it, right?"

"Haha~~~" Owen held his stomach and laughed, "Oh! I have to say, my idea is awesome."

"If we really find a 'mushroom egg', I guess Dumbledore doesn't want it to be destroyed more than I do. It would be best to put it under the castle of Hogwarts."

His laughter attracted surprised looks from the wizards around him.

Except for Harry and Hermione, the other two people present had no idea what a 'mushroom egg' was.

"Isn't it funny?" Owen stopped, and then said slowly: "I think it's quite interesting."

"Haha - it's a very perverted idea." Hermione said bluntly.

"But do you dare to say that my idea is unsafe? Do you dare to destroy the soul planted in the mushroom?"

"It's not important to be perverted or anything like that. What's important is that it's useful."

Owen looked at the pendant box in his hand, "Look, Senior Tom really doesn't care about cultural relics at all. If he wants to destroy this Horcrux now, he will inevitably damage this thousands-year-old antique."

As he spoke, he began to fumble in his pockets.

After rummaging for a while, he took out a small mirror from the inner lining.

"Hey, hey, hey~ Is Dobby here? Is Dobby here?"

He shouted for a long time, but there was no response at all on the other side of the mirror.

"Look! That's why I changed to an elf." He held up the mirror and complained to Hermione.

Then he looked away, and then said to the mirror, "Dobby, you are going to be fired!!!"

he yelled.

This time the mirror reacted and a voice came back, "Oh! Is it Mr. Owen?"

"Huhuhu~"

Along with Dobby's voice, there was also a huge sound of wind.

Whirring, it seems to be on a snow-capped mountain.

"But you haven't hired me yet!"

"Okay, now I hired you, and then I fired you." Owen said angrily.

"But - why, Dobby, Dobby works hard, Dobby is never lazy. Dobby -"

"Okay, you're hired by me again."

"Come back quickly, you've been playing for several months and you haven't had enough?

Go to Hogwarts and find Professor Dumbledore. I am currently the ancestral home of the Black family. You should know this place. Mrs. Malfoy is Sirius's cousin, and you should have been here. "

"Huhuhu~~~"

The wind was very loud.

After a while, Dobby's voice came, "No problem sir, wait - oh, God! Look, Mr. Owen."

Dobby's figure suddenly appeared on the double-sided mirror, and then the camera turned and it was lifted high by Dobby.

A towering snow-capped mountain in the distance is reflected in the mirror.

The sky is filled with dark clouds.

But magically, a hole opened in the middle.

Then a ray of golden light fell down, dyeing the snow-capped mountains golden.

That's-sunshine gold!

"Protruding!" Owen bit his back molar to pieces.

"Sir, I'm so lucky to meet Dobby on my first mountain climb. It's so beautiful! It's simply so beautiful."

Dobby's brisk voice came from the mirror.

Harry and Hermione on the side also felt the sincere emotions from the double-sided mirror.

Through the small mirror, a towering golden mountain was reflected in their pupils.

"Go to Hogwarts and call Dumbledore!!!"

Owen yelled again.

He has yelled many times today.

The good mood was gone.

Wherever this guy goes, it’s all on my travel plan! ! !

Owen put the double-sided mirror back into his pocket, then turned his head forlornly and said with a kind of compassion: "I only hire Dobby during the summer vacation."

Since there are other elves taking care of food and accommodation at Hogwarts, hiring Dobby would be a waste of money.

"I gave him a day off, about a month after school started."

"It went on a trip."

And what he was holding was his travel plan!

What a shame! ! !

That little thing had no idea where he was going because it was his first vacation.

The 'kind-hearted' Owen (who couldn't bear the noise) gave him his travel plans.

That was originally where Owen planned to go on his graduation trip.

Now, a house elf got there first.

In addition, he also gave Dobby two magic props. One was the double-sided mirror in his hand just now, which was responsible for communication.

The other item is a door key. Responsible for getting home.

The location is Hogwarts.

"My life is worse than that of an elf!" Owen said sadly.

He was silent.

Waited for a while.

About three or four minutes later, in front of the living room door, the space suddenly became distorted.

Then there was an old man with a white beard, and an elf wearing a thick gray beaver fur robe, a pair of fire dragon leather boots, gloves on both hands, and a blue woolen hat on his head. Appeared in the living room.

At this time, Dobby didn't look like a house elf at all, but like a goblin.

"Oh! Sir! How nice to see you!" Dobby happily ran towards Owen.

"I'm not happy at all." He rolled his eyes, and then felt something being stuffed into his hand.

That seems to be a ring.

The golden ring is very harmonious. Presents a charming halo.

There seems to be something engraved on the inside.

"Merry Christmas, sir." Dobby stared with round eyes, "Dobby doesn't know what you need, but Dobby picked up this ring in the stream under the snowy mountain. It's for you."

With that said, it ran towards Harry again, and then took out a pair of red gloves from his pocket.

He ran to Hermione and took out a small slate with Chinese characters engraved on it.

Run to Ron and hand him a - um - teapot?

"What Gulu!" Owen curiously picked up the ring in his hand and pointed at a brief English sentence engraved on the inside.

——Ash nazg dubatulk

It's impossible when you think about it.

What is clearly engraved is - Made in R·P·C.

Depend on!

In addition, Dobby said that the gift given to Hermione was a slate engraved with ancient Eastern spells. Owen only glanced at it. After seeing the words Tomb of XXX, he suddenly felt that the Supreme Lord of the Rings produced by Taobao was in his hand. Still pretty good.

At least it looks much more genuine than the 'Aladdin's Teapot' in Ron's hand.

So in the final analysis, only Harry's gift is the most normal. Except for the inappropriate size, Dobby should have chosen it based on the size of his palm.

Um - forget it, things are of little value but people are of great importance, and goose feathers are sent thousands of miles away.

"Thanks!"

The confused little wizards answered mechanically.

Ron, in particular, was quite surprised by Dobby's transformation.

how to say!

He couldn't believe it was Dobby before him.

And Hermione seemed much happier. She saw in Dobby a free soul and a noble man, not a humble slave.

"That's great. Everyone has a gift!" Professor Dumbledore, who came with him, said in an incomprehensible tone.

His tone sounded like a child sulking because he couldn't get a gift.

"Oh! Sir, Dobby~~~" The elf was in panic. He didn't expect that the greatest wizard in the world would ask him for a gift.

Dobby didn't prepare any other portions at all.

Seeing this, as Dobby's employer, he naturally couldn't see his employees being bullied. Owen put the ring on his thumb, flicked it, and the ring traced an elegant arc and landed directly on Dumbledore's hand. in hand.

"Please hold on to Gandalf, that's the Lord of the Rings!"

Dumbledore looked at the golden ring in his hand.

Looking at Owen, he slowly shook his head, and then the two of them looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

"Where is my grandpa? Is he not with you?" Owen panted and asked after calming down. "I thought you and him would get together."