Chapter 139 - 139 Let’s put a dress on the elf.

Chapter 139: Chapter 139 Let's put a dress on the elf.

Lucius, who no longer needed to look at the Dark Lord's face, was in high spirits after regaining control of Malfoy Manor.

Not only did he want to hang celebratory decorations and colored lights in the manor, he also had to light all the candles and chandeliers to make Malfoy Manor as bright at night as during the day!

"Lucius, if I'm not mistaken, it's daytime now..." Narcissa Malfoy looked at the sky in confusion.

Although the sky was indeed a little gloomy today, unlike Hogwarts in the heavy rain, Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England was just in a gray and cloudy day, and it was not so dark that all the lights needed to be turned on.

Narcissa Malfoy looked at Lucius worriedly, "Lucius, is it because the Dark Lord put too much pressure on you before he left, causing problems with your brain? Otherwise, let's go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries?"

"Uh... not really." Lucius' excited words got stuck in his throat. He was silent for a long time before saying, "Narcissa, don't you think our manor was too dark when the Dark Lord was still here?"

"In order to maintain his so-called mystery and secrecy, the Dark Lord didn't even let us turn on the lights. It looked like we couldn't afford candles. This is a great shame!"

Lucius shook his arm holding the cane and said indignantly, "I think we must I have to prove to those friends who misunderstood me that our Malfoy family can afford candles!"

Narcissa looked at her husband with a caring look, not understanding how he communicated with other pure-blood friends. They actually competed over such a small matter as how many candles they lit...

"...Okay." She nodded, "But if you light candles like this, the remaining candles in the manor should not be enough."

As she said, Narcissa shouted to the empty yard: "Dobby, go out and buy a warehouse of candles!"

Lucius and Narcissa paused for a while, ready to hear the "bang", "bang" sound of the house elf's apparition as usual, and his respectful obedience after a deep bow.

However, nothing appeared in front of them.

A cold winter wind blew, making the two shiver.

"Dobby!" After waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the house-elf Dobby. Lucius frowned and shouted impatiently, "Dobby, where have you gone, you stupid house-elf? Come here and punish yourself!"

However, there was still no sharp voice of the elf to respond to them.

"Don't shout, he must have left without permission." Narcissa said expressionlessly, "Within the scope of this manor, the house-elf cannot fail to hear our call."

"How dare this humble little thing leave the manor without our permission?!" Lucius's face turned cold, "Go back, Narcissa. Write a letter to the owner of Wenrenju and ask him to send the candles to us."

"When Dobby comes back, I will let him know the consequences of leaving without permission!"

Whether it was Lucius or Narcissa, they completely regarded the house-elves as the most humble and lowly servants. Of course, they would not sympathize with Dobby when he slipped out of Malfoy Manor without permission.

They turned around with indifference and walked towards the living room, which was no longer the old one that could not afford candles, but had become splendid and dazzling.

"So what are the consequences of leaving Malfoy Manor without permission?"

Just before they stepped into the splendid living room, a mellow voice suddenly sounded behind Lucius and Narcissa.

Lucius's footsteps suddenly stopped in the air.

The two turned around and saw a tall figure with long silver hair standing in a rose bush that was blooming out of season under the effect of magic at Malfoy Manor.

Against the backdrop of green leaves and purple roses, the figure was looking at this exquisite and gorgeous manor with great interest.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Narcissa Malfoy's face turned cold when she saw this man she had never seen before. Before Lucius could stop her, she blurted out, "Do you know the consequences of trespassing into Malfoy Manor?!"

"Oh?" Dracula glanced at Lucius beside Narcissa, and his expression seemed to become playful, "Then tell me, what are the consequences of trespassing into Malfoy Manor?"

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you like, I can sign a magic transfer contract to transfer the house elf to you and let him be your servant." He said carefully.

"Transfer him to me as a servant? I'm not interested." Dracula glanced at Dobby's dirty old pillowcase and shook his head with some disgust, "Make him a piece of clothing. This pillowcase is too torn and it's an eyesore."

"Clothes? For him?" Lucius opened his eyes wide in astonishment, "Professor Dracula, I think I need to remind you that as long as you give any piece of clothing to the house-elf, it is equivalent to letting him go, and we will no longer have such a capable servant."

"I know. But I don't lack those servants who obey orders and have no ideas of their own . "Dracula said, "What I need most is someone or something that can bring me fun or freshness, not a puppet that only agrees and obeys orders."

"Do you think I don't know what will happen after signing a contract with a house-elf? They will lose all their own thoughts and opinions, completely become the vassal of the master, and at the same time almost sacrifice all the fun in them."

"It's not easy to meet a unique house-elf like Dobby. I don't want to frustrate his thoughts that seem to be beating all the time." Dracula chuckled.

"So hurry up, Lucius, find him a suitable piece of clothing."

...

The living room of Malfoy Manor, which was where the Death Eaters held a meeting a few weeks ago.

When it was occupied by Voldemort and the Death Eaters before, it seemed that they were reluctant to light the lights, and it looked dim and gloomy.

At this time, all the candles and lights have been lit here, and the whole living room has become brightly lit and magnificent.

Luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces, gilded mirrors... These luxurious furnishings sparkled with gold, reflecting the bright lights in the living room. The stone floor tiles were almost all covered with precious thick carpets, all of which reflected the wealth and luxury of Malfoy Manor.

Dracula leaned on the soft sofa, holding a tall wine glass and shaking it gently, occasionally bringing the cup to his mouth to taste a mouthful of bright red wine.

Dobby, the house elf, stood beside Dracula with big green eyes.

Lucius and Narcissa sat at the long table for meetings in an orderly manner, explaining to Dobby the facts about Voldemort that he had misunderstood before.

At the same time, he also ordered a special robe for house elves from Madam Malkin's robe store with an expedited order.

"So... the dark devil who can't even be named has been defeated again?"

Dobby stared with big, round green eyes, his face full of astonishment.

"That's right." Lucius said coldly. He still couldn't let go of his pride in front of his own house elf, and insisted on being a cold head of the family.

"Then I am... bad!" Dobby suddenly sobbed loudly, "Dobby is sorry for Harry Potter. Dobby almost knocked Harry Potter off his broom, and Dobby also misunderstood the kind Professor Dracula... Dobby is a very bad house elf!"

"Kind?" Dracula's mouth twitched. It was the first time he heard someone use such irrelevant words to describe himself.

And Lucius's face at the long table was even darker.

According to Dobby, the house elf of the Malfoy family did not leak the news of Voldemort's return to others.

But when he tried to save Harry Potter, the savior, he completely forgot about the young master of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy, who was in the same game... This made Lucius, the head of the family, dissatisfied.

At this moment, an owl flew in from the window and dropped a large package on Lucius' head.

Lucius opened the package and saw the small and exquisite clothes inside.

"I can't believe it. It's okay to explain the facts to the house-elf, but I actually made a set of clothes for him!" He looked around carefully and whispered, "If my friends knew about this, I'm afraid I would be laughed at to death!"

Lucius handed the small clothes to Dobby.