Chapter 168: Pansy's Dinner

"All you need is his master to give him something to wear, clothes, socks, anything." Sirius replied patiently, and then said: "In addition, there is a tradition in our family, domestic elves. They cut off their heads when they were too old to hold the plate. This was created by my aunt."
　　 "What!" Hermione covered her mouth with both hands in disbelief, and her eyes widened in disbelief. This act of treating the house elf made her want to cry out in a cruel voice.
　　 "You didn't walk in just now, otherwise, next to the stairs at the end of the corridor, there is a place where the heads of domestic elves are placed." Sirius did not notice Hermione's reaction, but continued to add.
　　 Hermione felt a burst of nausea and anger, the latter even overwhelmed the former, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her stomach.
　　 "I want to let both of them return to freedom!" Hermione could no longer calm down and kept muttering, her feet unconsciously approaching the mansion.
　　 Now she has lost her ability to think. Sirius is talking about the family tradition of the Black family. Now that the owners of the house elves have changed, it will naturally not follow this practice.
"Dobby felt the kindness of the young lady in front of her! Dobby expressed gratitude to you!" With a swish, Dobby flashed in front of Hermione with her arms wide open and shouted loudly to let Hermione She had to stop, otherwise she might hit Dobby to the ground.
　　 "But Dobby is very satisfied now, Master Malfoy is a good host!" Dobby's words made Hermione's pace pause.
　　 "He is enslaving you as a slave!" Hermione said solemnly.
"Dobby is a free house-elf! It's just Dobby's job! Dobby is paid!" Dobby shook his head, trembling with both ears, he was desperately trying Refute Hermione's claim.
"Salary?" Hermione repeated the word in Dobby's mouth, and then heard Black's slightly surprised words: "Waged house elf, this is the first time I heard." At this time, Sirius His face is also an amazing expression.
　　 "Working for a salary is not a natural thing." Ron said disdainfully, not knowing why Black would show this look.
　　Harry also nodded.
"If it is based entirely on the contract between the wizard and the house elf, before the contract is lifted, the house elf is regarded as the wizard's private property." Black stared at Ron, and then said: "You will give it to your house. Are the pots and pans paid?"
　　 "I don't think so." Ron was silent after saying this. There was no house elf in his family. How could he know so clearly.
　　Hermione looked at Dobby with a complex look.
　　 She has one more reason to hate that person. Hermione now hopes that Malfoy can show some evil things, so that she will not be so difficult to change her mind.
　　Thinking of this, Hermione sighed in a long and lost manner, and her flushed face quickly faded from her anger, and looked pale.
　　 "I want to be quiet, a person will be quiet for a while." Hermione sullenly said.
　　 Sirius, Harry and Ron thought that Hermione was only distressed by the encounter with the house elf.
　　 didn't know the reason that really disturbed Hermione's mood.
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　　 "Miss Parkinson, you have learned it!" Kreacher's low voice echoed in the kitchen. If you listen carefully, you can still hear some joy, but it is just desperately suppressed.
　　Kliche's eyes were red, and he was crying with joy, so many days of "torture" was finally relieved.
Kreacher didn't lie, he didn't dare to lie, because he knew very well that this Miss Parkinson was going to make food for his master to eat. As a house-elf, all benefits should be given to the master first. Pansy cooked the dishes for Master Malfoy, and Kreacher thought he was murdering his master!
　　 "Is it?" Pansy glanced suspiciously at the dinner plate in front of him, and he was a little bit happy in his heart. He gently picked a piece of meat with his fork and sent it to his mouth.
　　 "It's okay, so-so." Pan Xi said casually, but his eyes had been bent into a slit, and an unstoppable smile was revealed between his brows and eyes.
"I'll cook today's dishes, have you heard them?" Pansy said akimbo, and Kreacher had no reason to object. Malfoy told him that as long as it wasn't too much, he would obey. Now Pan West's cooking has improved, and naturally it is not good to stop it anymore.
　　 "You and Dobby went out to buy things today, you can buy anything, and you are not allowed to return until twelve o'clock in the evening." Pansy continued to exercise her rights and commanded Klice.
　　 Malfoy never thought what would happen at dinner today.
　　Now he knows nothing about these, and is still practicing his closed brain.
The appearance of Salazar Slytherin made him realize that there are still flaws in his brain closure surgery. Really perfect brain closure surgery will not be noticeable, which means that the user’s precautions will be discovered. .
　　Whether the memory deep in the mind is explored, or the alertness is detected, it is fatal at a critical moment.
　　 Malfoy did not know what he would encounter in the future, and could only continue to strengthen his strength as much as possible.
　　 And Salazar also gave him enough help in this field.
　　A long-time illness becomes a doctor. This is a very obvious truth. The best hunters always bring the prey thinking when hunting.
　　, who is unique in the field of telepathy, has a very deep understanding of closed brain.
　　 "Empty your brain, your alertness is too strong, if you want to deceive your enemy, then you must not let him feel your defense..." This is Salazar's teaching.
　　 "Emotion and reason, only perfect control of these two, can you truly master the brain closure." Salazar's tone seemed very proud, he was qualified to make this judgment.
"Hoo." Malfoy breathed out, and when he emptied his brain, he had a meditation-like experience, like another "I", looking at it all from an objective distance, the kind of effort to pull emotions away The feeling of turning yourself into a walking dead is not a good experience if it lasts too long. He suspects that if he keeps practicing like this, he may really lose all his feelings.
　　 Then it's really upside down.
　　 Withdraw from the practice state.
　　 "Kliche." Malfoy shouted, but did not get a response. If it was usual, even if he was teaching Pansy to cook, Kliche would appear in front of him immediately.
　　 "Dobby?" Malfoy shouted again, but still the same situation.
As a house elf, there is always a certain degree of induction with the owner of the contract. This induction is often one-way, which allows the latter to bring the called house elf to the timely arrival of the house elf when it needs service. .
　　 "It is impossible for them to be poisoned by Pansy?" Malfoy thought amusedly, and found that his call had not been answered. Malfoy first inferred such a possibility.
"Let's go and see." Even though he knew his guess was nonsense, Malfoy decided to go downstairs and look. He now thinks that Pansy is here to accompany him. It is actually quite good. At least there is someone who can talk, and The house elf Malfoy has no common language.
"Draco, Dobby and Kreacher all went shopping." Hearing that the door of the basement was pushed open, Pansy explained without looking back, pretending that nothing had happened, she was at this moment Watching the stew on her boiler intently, the pot was exuding a tantalizing fragrance.
"If I remember correctly, my name is Dobi enough to bring the daily necessities from home for at least one year." Malfoy walked slowly down the steps while looking at the current kitchen and picked up an empty plate. On the one hand, he dismantled Pansy's lies mercilessly.
　　 "Well, I just wanted to show you one hand before I took the two of them away." Pansy turned around and threw his tongue out, making a low-browed look.
　　 "As long as you didn't poison them to death." Malfoy could only helplessly spread his hands.
　　 "Of course not!" Pansy hurriedly denied, "My current cooking skills have greatly improved." She said proudly.
　　 "So I want to break them away and show it myself." Pansy lowered his head like a child who was found to have done something wrong, and whispered, peeking at Malfoy's expression.
　　 "This is the truth." Malfoy nodded, then smiled and said, "Then I'm looking forward to your feast today."
　　 "Don't look back, but the pot is about to dry." Malfoy looked in the direction of the pot, and then reminded.
　　 "I blame you! You will be responsible for eating it when the pot is burnt out!" Pansy turned around hurriedly, turning down the fire on the stove in a panic, before patting her chest and breathing a sigh of relief.
　　 "Okay, don't interfere with your play, I'm looking forward to it." After confirming that nothing had happened, Malfoy said goodbye to Pansy and left the kitchen in the basement.
　　 After a while.
　　 "Hoo." Pansy wore gloves and brought the boiling stew from the stove to the table, then quickly took off the gloves and began to blow up against his palm.
　　 "It's hot!" Looking at her red palms, Pansy's emotions were extremely high, and she couldn't stop her excitement. She was getting closer and closer to her goal.
"By the way, there is the most critical thing." Pansy seemed to suddenly think of something. He threw the gloves at the fireside casually, and left the kitchen. He trot along the stairs and walked up to the fifth floor. Sirius, but now in his own room.
"It's you two." After turning the box upside down, Pansy opened the zipper of his suitcase and lifted it up, staring at the two bottles and talking to himself, the liquid in the bottle was blocked by the brown bottle body, making it divided. The colors are not clear, but the label on the bottleneck has determined the identity of the two.
　　 One bottle is champagne and one bottle is juice.
　　Pansi slowly took out the latter, then opened the bottle cap, placed it on the ground, and carefully took out a small bottle from his arms. The liquid inside was now showing a dreamy, ambiguous pink.
"According to what was written on the paper, it is necessary to add a quantity proportional to the weight of the subject, and I don't know whether these are enough." Pan Xi looked at the two bottles that had been opened and started to stay. It was really time to make a decision. Instead, hesitated.
　　 "Don't you become narcissistic if you drink it." Thinking of this, Pan Xi's body shuddered involuntarily. It felt terrible if this really happened.
　　 "Don't care anymore!" After thinking about it, Pansy put her heart across and filled all the liquid in the vial. The pale pink medicine was drowned in the deep purple juice, and there was no sign of mixing.
　　 "Fortunately, I chose blueberry juice." At this time, Pansy had recapped the caps.
　　 "Restore as before." Pansy pulled out his wand and read it to the bottle.
　　As a wizard family, the Black family's house will certainly not be divided into Muggle areas, so Pansy does not have to worry about being punished. In this house at 12 Grimmauld Place, it is still part of the wizarding society.
　　Looking at the tight closure of the bottle cap, I can't see that it has been opened. Just like the one I just bought, Pan Xi let out a long sigh of relief, so that there was no obvious flaw.
　　 Next, all she had to do was to cook while waiting for the evening.
　　Do one thing attentively, it will always make people feel that time is passing by quickly. After returning to the kitchen and struggling for a while, Pansy found out that it was not early.
It was getting late, when Malfoy walked into the small restaurant next to the kitchen again, he found that it had completely changed its appearance. If it was Dobby and Kreacher, they just cleaned up the original mess. The room even made Malfoy suspect that he had come to a hotel. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
There is no light, only candlelight. Two peach-shaped candles are placed in the center of the long table, exuding a soft light. The dining table is covered with a high-end tablecloth with flowers printed on it, not far from the wall A landscape painting and some delicate roses are also hung, and beside the table, there are two beautifully crafted dining tables and chairs.
　　 Malfoy's eyes narrowed, and he looked at it all, and his heart moved slightly.
　　 "Talk to her after dinner," Malfoy thought, and decided to talk to Pansy after dinner.
　　 "Finally, the chicken and ham pie!" Pansy came out of the kitchen and slowly walked out, with a smile on her face that she could not hide. She planned for the romantic dinner today for a long, long time.
　　 Since the book was picked up.
"Draco, in order to celebrate my progress, can you open a bottle of champagne?" Pansy and Malfoy were already sitting in their chairs. Pansy bent down and raised a bottle of fine champagne from the corner of the table to the table, being careful Looked at Malfoy's expression in front of him.
　　 "This was secretly brought out from my dad's wine cellar." Pansy said with a guilty conscience, looking at the label on the bottle with his cheek intently.
　　 As a result, Malfoy grabbed the bottle of wine and put it under his feet.
　　 "Did you forget your lesson in Hogsmeade's bar." Malfoy said blankly, ignoring Pansy's "pleading."
　　 "I think this is a good bottle." Malfoy saw another bottle of drink on the table and took it in front of him.