v4 Chapter 139： The truth sometimes kills!

William is definitely not the kind of person who prostitutes information, but doesn't want to pay the bill.

It's just that as a friend of Tonks, William has a responsibility and an obligation to help her... grow up.

In his opinion, being deceived properly can make Tonks give up his innocence.

As the saying goes, how can you be tolerant if you don't suffer from social beatings?

An Auror will be vigilant only if he has been deceived a lot, otherwise it will not be far from the reimbursement of his career.

A word is: silly girl, you can have a snack!

The three of them rode the Thestral carriage and returned to school soon after.

As soon as he entered the castle, fire appeared in the air, and a phoenix suddenly appeared.

As the courier designated by the principal, Fox's task is generally to notify others to go to the principal's office.

It must be enough to be forced, otherwise the principal will notify the students to go to the office and use the loudspeaker in the school:

Ahem, classmates, please note that Class 4, Class 3, Mr. Stark, please come to the principal's office immediately.

What a crazy loss of san value!

But that's not the problem, just as William entered the castle, Fox's side came... Dumbledore dared to say that you didn't spy on the students.

Now that Fox was here, William had to separate from Hermione and Annie and walked towards the principal's office alone.

He suddenly remembered one thing: every time he went to the principal's office, it was destined to be bad.

William still remembers the first day he went: the sky was blue, the wind was strong, and the people were very lively.

Then, two people died at Hogwarts: Prefect Robert and Professor Tywin.

After that, every time someone died at school, William had to go to the office. It seems that those people were all killed by him.

William thought wildly, pushed the door and entered the room.

Dumbledore is not alone in the office, there are house-elves... Dobby.

Dobby was in rags, disheveled, and crying, as if being bullied.

The principal was comforting softly.

Seeing William coming, Dobby stopped her tears and stood embarrassedly by the window, wiping the already clean glass.

William didn't know why, and sat down peacefully in the chair.

"Dobby... what happened to it?" William asked.

"Not quite adapting to the new job, it voluntarily resigned."

Dumbledore used slightly euphemistic terms, 'fired' and 'voluntary resignation', the latter sounding more comfortable, although there was no personal compensation.

Dobby sobbed, rubbing the glass with the rag, making a crunching croak.

William raised his brows: "Your brother was fired?"

"No," said Dumbledore, tilting his head slightly. "I think Aberforth still likes Dobby very much."

"I left by myself." Dobby lowered his head, soy's tears rolling down.

"Mr Dumbledore's favorite goat was shaved by me, and he was sick for a few days.

The husband treats the goats like goddaughters, and occasionally sleeps together.

I made such a big mistake, and I have no face to continue working in the pig's head bar..."

Professor Dumbledore twisted his neck. Although there is nothing wrong with Dobby's words, it sounds so awkward.

"And then what?" William asked.

"Then, I re-introduced Dobby to a new job - taking care of elderly wizards in the Sunset Red community," Dumbledore replied.

"The community dean likes Dobby a lot, but he doesn't get used to it. Paying the house-elf wages."

Dobby's lips trembled, and then he burst into tears, tears rolling down his chest from his large brown eyes.

"This is the seventh job I've been looking for since I left the old master's house!"

It's not surprising, William thought, that a fired house-elf had a hard time finding a new job.

No wizarding family would want them.

What's more, Dobby still needs a salary, and no wizard is willing to hire him.

People don't want money for house-elves, but you want money... Do you want to arrange summer vacation and maternity leave for you?

Pure blood wizard families must be looking for free elf whores.

Aberforth was willing to continue hiring, but Dobby was ashamed to stay at the Pig's Head Bar.

Who let it shave the hair of other people's daughters?

And those goat hairs are now on the principal's feet.

William even wondered if the principal had deliberately instigated this matter behind his back?

He must have coveted those goat hairs for a long time.

"There should be a position in the Hogwarts kitchen, right?" William suggested.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded and said, "William, I'd love to give Dobby wages and vacation.

However, you understand the personalities of those house-elves.

Hogwarts is not a great place to be, especially for Dobby.

It's just going to be the last place to adopt it after going nowhere. "

William nodded. He understood what Dumbledore meant.

The house-elves of Hogwarts are happy, but they don't want wages, and they exclude Dobby.

It doesn't matter if one of the same kind is rejected, more than a hundred of the same kind are all rejected... This kind of cold violence is the most terrifying.

House-elves also need the same kind of identity.

Nicole Manor is actually the best place to go. Nico gives house-elves wages and vacations.

But he won't ask for Dobby.

Nico has lived for so many years, and countless people are staring at him, wanting to enter the manor and **** the Philosopher's Stone.

He is still alive and well, because of the prudence in his bones.

His house-elves were all cultivated by himself and grew up in the manor.

It was impossible for Nico to accept an elf who once lived in the Malfoys.

If Nicole was as big-hearted as Tonks, he would be dead long ago.

William thought for a while and said, "Do you want me to help Dobby introduce a job?"

"Oh, actually, I remember you always wanted a house-elf?" Dumbledore asked.

"Professor, I have hired Mars." William refused.

Mars is a young house-elf in Nico's family.

hired by William.

When William is not at home, he cleans the house in the village of San Capor.

The newly bought house on the banks of the Seine in Paris is managed by another house-elf.

William thought for a while and said, "But I do have a job that I can hand over to Dobby about the Akali Mystery Shop."

"That's great!" Dumbledore laughed loudly. "It helped Dobby a lot."

"Thank you, sir, you are such a good man." Dobby quickly thanked him.

"Dobe wait outside first, I still have something to tell William." Dumbledore instructed.

Dobby bowed and happily pushed the door and walked out.

"William, I hope you can help Professor Lupin make the wolf poison potion."

"Isn't Professor Snape helping?" William wondered.

"Professor Lupin will have diarrhea after drinking those potions. I reminded him several times, but Professor Snape still goes his own way."

Dumbledore sighed. "I don't really want our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to be sick all the time.

Students have fallen a lot in recent years and need a good professor. "

Dumbledore was also helpless.

How could the hatred between Snape and the four predators be so easily lifted.

Not to mention, Lupin almost killed Snape back then.

William thought for a long time.

This matter is very simple, as long as the potion prepared for Mormont is distributed to Professor Lupin.

But how could William let go of the opportunity to cook wool? He looked embarrassed: "Principal, although I can cook it, the success rate is extremely low... Look..."

"Professor Sprout's greenhouse, you can use it as you like." Dumbledore blinked and smiled.

William nodded in satisfaction.

There happened to be so many kinds of potions, and he couldn't find the ingredients in the Forbidden Forest, but Professor Sprout had them.

This year, prostitution is cool.

Talking to the headmaster is comfortable It's like Professor Snape, all kinds of calculations, thinking about William's wool.

"Professor, there must be something wrong with Banban." William hesitated, then brought up the vacation.

"I know, but that mouse is indeed a real mouse," Dumbledore replied.

"The real mouse may not be the original mouse.

Not to mention that the mice are all grown up, the last time Professor Lupin saw Peter transform, it was thirteen years ago. "

William stood up, and when he was about to leave the office, he suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Professor, if Peter is really alive, what does it mean?"

"Means..." Dumbledore's eyelids drooped.

"The truth sometimes kills."

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