Chapter 307

Dumbledore said, quietly looking at Moody (Hoffa). Hoffa nodded and said quietly, "well, I see."

Dumbledore lowered his head and examined Hoffa with his blue eyes behind his half moon glasses. The eyes made Hoffa feel a little upset. He pretended to be unhappy: "what's the matter, Albus?"

"Last year, you argued with me for a long time about my recruitment of Remus, saying that I was not in line with the rules. This year, you are surprisingly easy to talk. I thought you would question my arrangement as you did last year. "

Shit! You think I want to teach? A belly full of twists and turns!

Hoffa scolded Dumbledore's cunning in his heart, but he had to make a indifferent appearance on his face: "times have changed, and students are inferior to each other from generation to generation. To be honest, Albus, I've been dissatisfied with your gentle teaching methods for a long time. It's just like me that you can make such a request this year. It's time to be tough with the flowers in the greenhouse."

Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, he shook his head with a smile: "I thought you had changed a person, so easy to speak, now it seems that you are still that grumpy."

"I say what I have."

Hoffa said with a straight face.

"OK, I see, old man, you go and get ready."

Dumbledore gently patted his arm: "don't always face, will scare the students."

With that, he turned and left the aisle behind the auditorium.

When Dumbledore's back disappeared in the hall, Hoffa's calm face suddenly changed.

He had to teach the three unforgivable incantations by himself. He had never used the three unforgivable incantations. He doesn't like mind control, and he doesn't like carpal torture. Avada's life is too inefficient for him.

The most fatal thing is that he doesn't have a wand. Although he has Moody's wand, he can't use it at all. Although he can cast some basic spells without a staff, such as fluorescent charm, shield charm, clear spring charm and so on, if he directly casts without a staff in class, he will be seen as abnormal.

It doesn't work just by himself, Hoffa thought. Fortunately, he has little Barty. As an old Death Eater, little Barty must be familiar with the three unforgivable incantations.

It's just that little Barty's current state...

he quickens his pace and follows the revolving stairs to the defense against the Dark Arts Office on the third floor.

Filch had left his suitcase at his desk in the office, locked the door and dragged it to his lounge.

The rest room is a long room with wooden walls, old chairs and a wooden bed. This room belonged to Remus lupin last year. Although the guy has gone, Hoffa can still ask in the air about the remnant of a werewolf.

There was a timetable on the table. He picked it up and looked at it. Ho, "Professor moody?"

Cedric exclaimed.

"Women are good friends, Digory." Said Hoffa, limping towards him.

"You... What are you doing here?" Cedric looked a little embarrassed. "It's curfew."

"The party came late. I didn't eat much at night. I was a little hungry. I wanted to get some food from the kitchen." Hoffa said casually.

"Oh, that's it."

Cedric showed such a look. He patted his chest and said, "this little thing is on me. I'll help you get it from the kitchen."

"I'll go with you." Hoffa stood beside him.

"Well, this way." Cedric took the initiative to extend his hand to Hoffa. The torch on the wall makes the shadow of two people long.

As they walked, Hoffa looked at him. "Digori?"

"What's the matter, professor?"

"What do you want that young man to do on the train?"

"Who, what young man?" Cedric had a blank face.

"Young people with gray hair."

Cedric Digory thought for a long time and said, "I haven't seen anyone with grey hair before."

"Where are the golden eyes?"

"No more. What are you talking about?"

"Well, nothing."

Hoffa thought, sure enough, he was under the soul snatching curse: "are you on the train with your friends?"

When Hoffa asked, Cedric's face turned red. Instead of answering, he stood in front of a picture of a fruit tray. He stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the green pear in the picture. The pear wriggled, giggled and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob. Cedric grabbed it, opened the door, and bent slightly at it, like the most competent waiter.

The kitchen in Hogwarts is a large room with a high ceiling, which is the same size as the auditorium above. There are many glittering copper pots and basins around the stone walls, and there is a big brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

"Professor, this is the kitchen. It's full of house elves. Can you get used to it?""It's OK. I'll be alone. Thank you, Diggory." Hoffa said with reserve.

"It's my pleasure to help you." Cedric said, slowly retreating and disappearing.

Watching digori's back disappear in hechpatch's painting, Hoffa stands in the same place and ponders for a moment, then stoops into the kitchen.

The house elves in the kitchen turned around and looked at the people coming in. Big eyes are full of curiosity. They basically wore as like as two peas of old tea towels, with large ears and eyes, some holding plates, some holding teapots, and some carrying cloth.

"Do you have a house elf named Shan Shan?" Hoffa asked, standing in front of a group of house elves. At a loss about what to do, the

elf as like as two peas in the same family were preparing to answer him, a completely different family elf sprouting out their partners.

It has a teapot thermal jacket on its head, a lot of colorful badges on it, a tie with horseshoe pattern on its bare chest, something similar to children's Football Shorts on its lower body, and two unmatched socks on its feet.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asked the unique house elf.

When other elves around him saw him coming, they all avoided him as if they were avoiding the plague.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes and recognized it. Dobby -- the Freeman in the house elf, the loyal iron powder of Harry Potter.

This made him deep in thought. If other elves led the way, there would be no problem, but this one couldn't.

Harry is a busybody. This guy is also a busybody. There is a deep connection between the two busybody. He can't reveal his identity and purpose in front of them.

"You, you are... Malfoy's elf?" Hoffa said slowly.

"Yes, I am... No!" Dobby was so excited that he quickly shook his head.

"Dobby is a free house elf, different from all other house elves!" He asked seriously, "what can I do for Shanshan, sir?"

Hoffa didn't mind Dobby's question. He said slowly, "but Lucius Malfoy didn't say that to me."

"What did he say? Lord... What did Lucius say? "

"He said that you are a betrayer, an unfaithful servant, and that although you don't want to be a servant, you are actually a servant of Harry Potter."

"How dare he say that." Dobby screamed: "dobby and Harry Potter are friends! Lucius, Lucius is a, a vicious witch... "

as soon as he scolded, his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, making a nearly suffocating sound.

Then, he ran to one side uncontrollably, picked up a pan and smashed it on his head: "dobby, bad dobby... How can you say bad things about your master... Bad dobby!"

Looking at Dobby's cruel punishment, Hoffa shrugged a little apologetically. He found a normal looking elf among the group of peeping elves and asked, "have you ever seen a fairy named Shanshan?"

"You said the weeping ghost?" Asked the normal domestic elf.

"Er... Yes."

"Follow me, sir." The normal house elf didn't ask him why he came: "she just finished crying, sir, don't be scared."

The normal elf took Hoffa through four long wooden tables, went into the kitchen, pointed to the fireplace in the corner and said, "look, isn't that?"

I saw Shan Shan sitting on a stool by the fire, his eyes blank. She's different from dobby and the other elves. It seems that they don't just casually look for clothes to wear. She was wearing a neat little skirt and jacket, and a matching blue hat with two holes in it, revealing her big ears. Hoffa estimated that the suit should have been awarded to old Barty crouch when he fired her.

"Twinkle."

Hoffa squatted beside her.

Shanshan glanced at him, his lips trembled, and then he burst into tears. Tears rolled out of her big brown eyes and fell on her chest.

"Look, that's her." The normal elf who led the way to Hoffa said, "if you want me to say, this kind of guy who is swept out by his master can't do the job of serving others. If you have anything to do, you can come to me."

"Thank you," Hoffa said, touching the ELF's head

"As you wish."

The normal house elf bowed to Hoffa and backed away.

Hoffa focused his attention on the guy who was crying, who was crying. She cried and cried: "I know you, I know you, you are the devil who sent the little master to prison! What have you done to me and my master's family? "

"Don't mind. I'll take you to your master."Hoffa, who became Moody's, said in her ear.

"Late, late, late!"

Shanshan cried desperately, "master, master, don't want me!"

"It's the little master." Hoffa's voice is at its limit.

Shan Shan cried and looked at Hoffa in confusion.

"Your little master is by my side. He needs you more than ever before."

The crying stopped suddenly.

...

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ten minutes later.

Hoffa returned with shimmer to the defense against the Dark Arts Office on the third floor and took him into the box. Slobber,

just entered as like as two peas in the air, and expressed curiosity about two identical Moodie. When she saw the poor creature who was paralyzed on the ground and kept twitching and drooling, she threw everything away.

"Little master, little master, what's the matter with you?" She rushed forward like a flying thin leg and pressed little Patty's chest: "little master, little master, you talk, who bullied you?"

"Twinkle... Twinkle..."

the ferocious little Patty grabbed the ELF's ear. In the confusion, he tore up the ELF's ear madly, but the elf did not struggle. Instead, he pressed his head on his chest, held his chin, and said softly, "it's ok, master, it's OK, twinkle here."

Little Barty, who had been in chaos, was surprisingly quiet.

He sniffed and his tight body softened.

"Little master, it's OK. It's OK."

Hoffa looked at little Patty and Shanshan, who were nestled together. A strange sense of confusion appeared in his mind. If their shells were taken away, it seemed that the inner things were not unbearable.

After little Patty was completely quiet, he fell into a deep sleep and even began to snore.

Shanshan then stood up and angrily came to Hoffa and asked, "what did you do to him?"

It looks like an old mother protecting a calf.

"Me?"

When the time came for the compound decoction, Hoffa turned his head and pulled himself up quickly. He changed from a hideous face to a brave bald youth.

"I didn't do anything. It's your master's bad luck."

"It's you! You're not the one in the world cup! "

"It's me," Hoffa said, squinting. "What's your relationship with little Patty?"

"Ordinary master and servant."

"Ordinary master and servant? It's just a common servant. " Hoffa doubted: "you are too close."

"I raised the young master, and it's normal that he is closer than others." Shanshan touched little Patty's face and said intoxicatedly, as if looking at some rare art.

"You raised it?" Hoffa immediately noticed something was wrong. "Where are his parents, where's old Patty?"

Shan Shan wiped his tears and said, "the old master... The old master is too busy with work, the hostess... The hostess is in poor health and bedridden all the year round... They can't help it, they can't take care of the young master!"

Hoffa opened his eyes: "did you teach him something serious?"

"I, I didn't." She looked at him blankly.

Hoffa: what kind of values did you tell him

"Oh, you said that. Shanshan used to reason with the young master when he was a child."

I saw Shanshan holding little Barty's head happily and longingly, with big eyes shining brightly, "he was a good boy when he was a child, but occasionally he was depressed, especially when the old master ignored him. At that time, I told the young master that if he was not happy, he would serve others, and then he would be happy ~"

Hoffa looked at Shanshan's innocent eyes My big eyes, for a moment, I felt infinite horror.

"So you're raising him... As a family elf?"

"What's the problem? That's how Shanshan's ancestors taught Shanshan. That's how Shanshan's ancestors taught their ancestors, the ancestors of their ancestors... "

" stop! "

Hoffa gave a brush and came down in a cold sweat.

At this moment, he suddenly had a sense of powerlessness.

Even though he has the extraordinary deformation and the magic power of the night, he can't change a person's idea. Then look at little patty, who is held in his arms by shinning. This guy looks like a person. But I'm afraid in my heart, I've already regarded myself as a family elf.

He constantly serves others to obtain the value of his own existence. But at the same time, his dignity as a human being and a wizard does not allow him to be like a house elf, no matter what the owner is.

So he refused to accept the weak and sickly Voldemort and urged himself to do some earth shaking things. But in his heart, he was like a domestic elf, infinitely humble and at a loss.

Because that terrible childhood education has already destroyed his ego."Sir, can you tell me what happened?"

Shanshan pleaded in a low voice. After she found out that Hoffa was not a real moody, her attitude towards Hoffa improved unexpectedly.

Hoffa sat down and told Shanshan about little Barty's mental breakdown.

After hearing this, he sighed and rubbed his bald head with a look of hard thinking.

"How long do you think he'll wake up?" Hoffa asked.

"At least for a week." Shanshan said anxiously: "this kind of situation, when the young master just came back from Azkaban, he also met. At that time, I took care of him for a whole week before he regained his consciousness. "

Said, Shanshan clenched his fist: "I will stick to it every night, never let anyone bully the little master."

"A week... Is over."

Hoffa immediately threw away his sympathy for little Patty.

There are only three days left for him. After three days, he will demonstrate three unforgivable charms in front of Harry Potter that he does not understand at all.

What should we do?