[HP] The Elegance of the Night

On the third day of Christmas, Igil received a letter from Malfoy Manor. The huge horned owl that delivered the letter was shivering from the cold wind, but proudly raised its head at a 45-degree angle.

Igil delivered hot drinks and fed some high-grade owl food. The brown horned owl lightly pecked his hand to show its friendliness, and then he began to eat unceremoniously.

Igil opened the letter paper exuding the fragrance of roses, and Draco thanked him for the Christmas gift in the letter-a "New Guide to Raising Dragons", which he liked very much, which was more comprehensive than his own old book.The content after that was to keep expressing one thing with all kinds of gorgeous rhetoric - welcome him to Malfoy Manor as a guest.This is what they had agreed upon before.

Are you afraid he will forget?how come.Igil straightened his robes in front of the mirror, and the retro mirror praised excitedly. It was rare that his little master didn't think it was too wordy. In the past, it only praised the master's appearance, but his life was threatened. In fact, his specialty is his opinion on clothing taste , it has been too long since it has had the opportunity to display its expertise so heartily.

oh!My respected little master, how perfect this dress shows your figure, look at this waist, look at this curve, how gorgeous the obsidian buttons on the neckline and cuffs are, but its light is not as good as your beautiful eyes, you are deep black Your eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky, your black hair exudes a luster more moist than black pearls, your ruddy lips..."

"This sentence sounds familiar." Igil blinked suspiciously.

"Woo..." The mirror was extremely sad, "It's over, I've made it a habit."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Igil appeared in the gorgeous marble fireplace of Malfoy Manor through the Floo network. Draco was very happy for his arrival. He warmly received Igil, took him to visit the manor, and proudly introduced him to the surrounding environment.

The mansion of Malfoy Manor is very decent, the diamond-shaped glass on the windows emits shining lights, and the fountains in the garden are not frozen, they must be enchanted, changing patterns and spraying different shapes of water.Igil saw a white peacock walking gracefully on the top of the hedge despite the cold, blending with the white snowflakes.

Draco took Igil to his room, and took out various models of dragons to introduce to Igil. Those exquisite models were scaled down according to the normal scale. They were crawling, and some were breathing heavily from their noses. Breathing out dragon breath.

Draco also showed Igil his elaborate collection of Quidditch team posters, with bright red robed Bulgarian players waving to them from broomsticks.

When the house-elf informed them that dinner was ready, Draco still had something to say.

They had a sumptuous lunch together, and Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, were full of praise for Igil's appearance.

"Take us to say hello to Regulus," said the Malfoys.

Because of the return of the house-elves, they knew that Regulus planned to regain control of the Black family. Of course, the cautious Regulus did not expose himself, but in the name of the new heir, Igil Black.

After lunch, Igil and Draco sat by the window and played wizard chess, enjoying the warmth of the winter afternoon sun.Draco's chess skills are superb, but it's a pity that Igil is even more powerful. After Draco's queen was stabbed to death by Igil's knight, he refused to play any more games. He hasn't won a game until now.

"Igil, you won't let me go." Draco pouted, unhappy. "Let's find some other fun, don't play this." He said a little dull.Wizard chess is not fun at all, and Quidditch is not allowed in this weather, so there are not many entertainment items in the wizarding world.

"What do you want to play? I think playing chess is very interesting." Igil, who has won N games in a row, asked, his interest was high. He used to be abused when playing chess with his father at home, but now he can abuse others with difficulty. .

"Igil, take me to the Muggle world, I want to go to the playground." Draco's eyes lit up when he mentioned this, he often heard those little wizards mention the playground at Hogwarts, and complained There is so little entertainment in the wizarding world.Dad said that Uncle Regulus and Igil had been living in the Muggle world before, so he must know how to get there.

"No!" Igil refused straight away.

"Igil—" the platinum-haired boy dragged a long tone in frustration. He really wanted to see the playground they were talking about. He knew the place just by the name, but he had never been there. Those Muggle-born When the wizard mentioned this, he was beaming with joy, and he was very proud.

"No." Yigil turned his head and tried not to look at him. This kid is very good at pretending to be pitiful, so he can't let his heart soften.

"Igil—" Draco continued to act coquettishly. If he had a tail, he would definitely wag it vigorously. Having been with Igil for so long, he certainly knew that the black-haired boy from the Black family could be soft-hearted.

"Igil, just promise me—" A certain one continued to play a rascal.

At this time, a house elf apparated in front of them with a bang, and it quickly crawled on the ground and grabbed the hem of Igil's robe, screaming: "Master, Dobby has always wanted to see you...Master"

Igil was taken aback by the elf's sudden movement. He quickly stabilized his mind and looked at this house elf with a pair of protruding green eyes. It was also wrapped around a white tea towel embroidered with the crest of the Malfoy family. .

"You call me master?" Igil raised his eyebrows, and as he said that, he turned his head to Draco, who was obviously an elf belonging to the Malfoy family.

"Yes, master, you are Dobby's master, and Dobby is the elf of the Black family." It said eagerly, pulling at the hem of Igil's robe.

"Let go, stand up and speak slowly." Igil ordered, never had an elf dared to pull him like this.And no elf dared to appear directly without the owner's permission.

Dobby whimpered and smoothed out the folds at the hem of Igil's robe, then stood up.

"Thank you—master, master is so kind to Dobby." It stammered.

"Oh, is that so? Dobby, you said you're an elf from the Black family?" Dobby nodded eagerly. Igil paused and changed his tone.

"But Kreacher says all the house-elves of House Black have been recalled." He accented the word "all."Dobby burst into tears immediately after hearing this.

"They didn't tell Dobby, they left by themselves, they didn't tell Dobby." The elf was very sad, it whimpered, as if it had suffered a great grievance. "Dobby has seen the master, the master will take Dobby back. Dobby is going back to Black's house."

"Dobby, go back to the kitchen immediately. Learn the etiquette again, and you are not allowed to appear in front of me in the future." Draco Malfoy on the side stood up angrily, and he kicked Dobby hard, Kick it back a step.

"What's up with this house-elf, Draco?" asked Igil, who was wearing a Malfoy-marked tea towel and calling him master.

Draco snorted and kicked Dobby again angrily.

"This elf was kicked out by (Ms. Black) and came to me with other elves. My mother temporarily adopted them for the Black family. Only it changed the tea towel."

House elves can only serve one family in their lifetime, unless they are chased away by clothes given by the master, which will be regarded as the greatest shame by them.Narcissa took them in and gave them a temporary home, and the other house-elves were still around the Blacks' tea towels, except for a few.

So the other elves looked down on it and rejected it. This time when Kreacher summoned them back, no one thought of telling Dobby, because they had already regarded it as belonging to the Malfoy family.

"Draco, don't kick it again, or it won't have a memory." They are magical creatures, born to serve wizards, so they don't have the sensitivity to pain that humans do. "You have to let other elves learn from this."

Igil's words made Dobby stop crying, and he stared blankly at Igil, as if he couldn't believe his ears, thinking he had heard an illusion.

Draco snapped his fingers to reveal the house-elves who had been waiting around him, dutifully hiding themselves without their master's call.

"Take off its tea towel and give it an old pillowcase, it's dishonoring the Malfoy crest." Draco directed them to take Dobby away.

"Arrange it to mow the lawn, and not allow it to enter the kitchen in the future," he ordered.

"Master—please don't do that to Dobby—Master" At this time, Dobby was frightened, and he yelled loudly, tears streaming down his face.

Igil and Draco couldn't tell who Dobby was yelling at, and they weren't interested in knowing.

The elves grabbed Dobby's ear with disgust on their faces, and dragged it out rudely.They are ashamed of being the same house-elf as Dobby.

"Master—Dobby served Master Sirius before—Dobby is the elf of House Black."

"Tell it to mow the lawn in the garden now, and don't come back until it's done." Draco added to them.

"Master—" Dobby's voice grew farther and farther away, then faded away.

"Draco, it's winter and the grass hasn't grown yet." Igil told his friend this fact.

"Of course I know that." Draco smirked.

"Igil," he grumbled, "I haven't had my favorite fruit tarts; my favorite fruit sour lollipops; my favorite fruit biscuits; my favorite Favorite fruit sorbet balls..."

"Just tell me what you don't like." Igil was amused by Draco, the unhappiness just now disappeared, as long as it was related to fruit, he hadn't seen anything that Draco didn't like.

"Is Igil laughing at me?" Draco was unhappy, "I just want to tell you that the elves in Black's family are very good at craftsmanship, and I lost a lot of delicious food after they left."

"Then I'll let them all come back, but I'm short of manpower. How about I recruit Dole, who specializes in fruit pudding at Hogwarts, to help?"

"Dole, who specializes in fruit pudding at Hogwarts." Draco's eyes suddenly shone with a strange brilliance, "Igil, the elf who makes the pudding belongs to the Black family, can I ask him to make the fruit pudding directly?" Send it to the dormitory?"

"No!" Igil had a headache, did his roommate only have fruit pudding on his mind?

"Igil—" Draco drawled pitifully.

Igil was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to give in; "I can only eat one more per week. It's not good to eat too much of this thing."

"Is it okay to have three? Eat one every other day." Draco, who had turned into star eyes, looked forward to it.

"no!"

"Two, okay?"

"No, I won't be able to eat any more." Igil's words made the platinum-haired boy droop his head in frustration.

But these things really shouldn't be eaten too much, and Igil will never let go in this regard.

"There's only one pudding per week, but I can take you to the playground."

"Really? Then let's go now!" The boy with platinum hair regained his vitality in an instant, and he couldn't wait to jump up from the chair.

"It's too late today, go early tomorrow morning." Igil sat motionless on the armchair.

"Then Igil will stay with me tonight, and we will sleep together at night."

"Okay, as long as you play wizard chess with me again."

"Don't—" a certain animal wailed after being tortured to the point of failure by Wizard Chess.