Chapter 962

After all, he only trusted the elf from his own house. And Winky wouldn't tell anyone else this news.

Of course, Darren couldn't possibly know all this.

At this moment, he was pulled by Hermione to the side of another house-elf.

"Darren, this is Dobby, Dobby wants to see you!"

Hermione said happily.

Dobby looked at Darren a bit shyly and said: "I wanted to thank Mr. Darren in person; when you were in your second year, you killed the one who cannot be named.

And you saved Mr. Harry Potter; Dobby is so happy.

Back then, Dobby thought he was going to die; when my master found out what Dobby had done, he even wanted to kill Dobby.

But Dobby said, if Master killed Dobby, Mr. Darren would also destroy the one who cannot be named, and Master was terrified.

He didn't kill Dobby; he gave Dobby a piece of clothing and let Dobby leave.

Just a week ago, while Dobby was wandering outside, Dobby ran into Mr. Dumbledore.

Mr. Dumbledore said Mr. Darren had gotten the Hogwarts house-elves wages and asked if Dobby was willing to come work.

Dobby was of course willing, Dobby is so happy... and all of this was brought by you, Mr. Darren!"

Dobby looked at Darren with gratitude.

Darren hurriedly said with embarrassment: "This is what I should do; after all, you cook for us, you wash our clothes... if Hermione hadn't told me, I wouldn't have even noticed these things!"

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding...】

Darren discovered a problem.

House-elves are too pure.

He says a few random words, and he gets max-level Saint Father points.

It's just that their flattery is too unsettling.

It makes his skin crawl just listening to it.

These house-elves even punish themselves while they talk.

It's incredibly contradictory.

So, money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat, and Saint Father points are not easy to get either!

"Eh, is that Dobby?"

Harry's voice. Darren turned his head to look. Sure enough, it was Harry and Ron.

The two of them had finally gotten in.

"Hermione, why didn't you tell us that after coming in once, you have to wait a while before you can open the door again?"

Ron complained.

They had been waiting at the door and were almost discovered.

Hermione was really too unreliable.

Why didn't she warn them first?

"How would I know?"

Hermione looked back innocently.

Ron felt she was lying.

But he had no evidence.

He could only look at Dobby.

"Is this the house-elf who almost killed you in your second year, Harry?"

"Dobby is sorry, Mr. Harry Potter, it's just that back then, Dobby only had that way to try to make Mr. Harry Potter leave school."

Dobby apologized sincerely.

Harry gave a bitter smile.

So, in order to save him, the plan was to finish him off first?

Fortunately, Harry was also a kind child, so he didn't say it out loud.

He just asked curiously: "Dobby, I had Pachi check on you before; whose house-elf are you? Is it the Malfoys'?"

Dobby revealed a sly smile.

"Dobby cannot speak ill of his master's house, but if Mr. Harry Potter guessed it, then that has nothing to do with Dobby."

"I knew it was him! The Malfoy family is the worst!"

Ron said angrily.

Harry nodded in agreement.

Although at the end of their second year, Ginny had already told them that the diary had suddenly appeared in her pile of books.

Only Pachi and Lucius had touched that book the whole time.

At that time, they had already determined it was Lucius who did it.

But nothing was as intuitive as having it confirmed by Dobby's own mouth right now.

"Dobby, you actually dare to speak ill of your former master!"

A scream interrupted Harry and the others' contemplation.

It was Winky.

Harry had seen Winky before.

She was Mr. Crouch's house-elf, but because of the Dark Mark incident, she had been fired.

"Why can't he say it? You've already been fired!"

Hermione said angrily.

But Winky let out a violent cry.

"Mr. Crouch fired Winky... if Mr. Crouch doesn't have Winky to take care of him in the future, what kind of life will he lead?

And Winky is so miserable, Winky really wants to go back; Winky's ancestors have all worked for Mr. Crouch.

If Winky's grandmother knew Winky had been fired, she would definitely think Winky is a disgrace to the family!"

Look, look at the loyalty of these house-elves.

Darren sighed endlessly.

So what is the use of keeping pets?

Why not keep a house-elf?

Even if he kept a few more house-elves, Darren wouldn't feel like they were freeloaders.

Especially after knowing that they only needed one gold Galleon a week, he was even more shocked.

House-elves should be mass-produced!

Speaking of which, the greatest achievement wizards have made since ancient times is successfully taming house-elves.

And these guys even brainwash themselves; they don't even need their masters to manage them, and they are still loyal.

More useful than wizards...