Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 168: Pansy’s Feast

　　 "All you need is his owner to give him something to wear, clothes, socks, anything." Sirius replied patiently, and then said: "In addition, there is a tradition in our family. The house elves chopped off their heads when they were too old to handle the plates. This was created by my aunt."

　　 "What!" Upon hearing the second half, Hermione covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief, her eyes widened suddenly. This act of treating the house elves was so cruel that she wanted to scream sternly.

　　 "You didn't walk in just now, otherwise, beside the stairs at the end of the corridor, there is a place for the heads of house elves." Sirius did not notice Hermione's reaction, but continued to add .

　　 Hermione suddenly felt a burst of nausea and anger. The latter even overwhelmed the former, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her stomach.

　　 "I want them both to be free!" Hermione couldn't keep calm anymore, muttering in her mouth, her feet approaching the mansion unconsciously.

　　 Now she has lost the ability to think. Sirius is talking about the family tradition of the Black family. Now that the owners of the house elves have changed, naturally she will not follow this practice again.

　　 "Dobby feels the kindness of the lady in front of you! Dobby expresses gratitude to you!" With a swish, Dobby flashed in front of Hermione, arms spread out and shouted loudly. It made Hermione have to stop, or she might bump Dobby to the ground.

　　 "But Dobby is very satisfied now, Master Malfoy is a very good host!" Hermione's steps were stopped by Dobby's words.

　　 "He is enslaving you as a slave!" Hermione said solemnly.

　　 "Dobby is a free house elf! This is just Dobby's work! Dobby is paid!" Dobby shook his head, with both ears trembling constantly, he Desperately refuting Hermione's statement.

　　 "Salary?" Hermione repeated Dobby's words, and then heard Black's slightly surprised words: "Waged house elves, this is the first time I have heard of it." At this time , Sirius also had a surprised look on his face.

　　 "Isn't it a natural thing to get paid for work?" Ron said disdainfully, not knowing why Black showed this appearance.

　　 Harry also nodded.

　　 "If it is completely based on the contract between the wizard and the house elves, before the contract is terminated, the house elves can be regarded as the wizard’s private property." Blake stared at Ron, and then said: "You will give Do the pots and pans in your house pay?"

　　 "I don't think so." Ron fell silent after saying this. There was no house elf in his family, how could he know so clearly.

　　 Hermione looked down at Dobby with a complicated expression.

　　 She lost another reason to hate that person, and 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 again in disappointment. Her face that had been flushed with anger quickly faded again and looked pale.

　　 "I want to be quiet, alone for a while." Hermione said gloomily.

　　 Sirius, Harry, and Ron thought that Hermione was only upset by what happened to the house elves.

　　 but I don’t know what is really disturbing Hermione’s mood now.

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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's desperately suppressing it.

　　 Kreacher's eyes were red, and he was about to cry with joy, and the "torture" of so many days was finally relieved.

　　 Kreacher didn’t lie, and he didn’t dare to lie, because he knew very well that Miss Parkinson was cooking for his owner. As a house-elf, all interests must be put first by the owner. If true Let the dishes made by Pansy be eaten by Master Malfoy, and Kreacher will think he is murdering his master!

　　 "Really?" Pansy glanced suspiciously at the delicious dinner plate in front of him. He was also a little delighted in his heart. He gently picked a piece of meat with a fork and put it into his mouth.

　　 "It's okay, so-so." Pansy said casually, but his eyes were bent into a slit, and there was an unstoppable smile between his eyebrows.

　　 "I’m doing today’s food, do you hear it?" Pansy commanded with his arms akimbo. Kreacher had no reason to object, and Malfoy told him that he had to obey any orders that were not too excessive. Now that Pansy’s cooking skills have improved, it is naturally not easy to stop him.

　　 "You and Dobby are out shopping today. You can buy anything. You are not allowed to come back until twelve o'clock in the evening." Pansy continued to exercise her rights and directed Kreacher.

　　 Malfoy would not have imagined what would happen at dinner today.

　　 He doesn't know anything about this now, and is still practicing his Occlumency.

　　 Salazar Slytherin’s appearance made him realize that his Occlumency is still flawed. The true perfection of Occlumency cannot be noticed, which means the user’s defensive heart. Will be spotted.

　　 Whether the memory in the depths of the mind is probed, or the alertness is detected, it is fatal at the critical moment.

　　 Malfoy doesn't know what he will encounter in the future, so he can only continue to enhance his strength as much as possible.

　　 and Salazar also gave him enough help in this area.

　　 a long-term illness becomes a doctor, this is a very simple reason, the best hunters always bring prey thinking when hunting.

　　 As Salazar, who is the only one in the world in the field of pantheonism, he also has a very deep understanding of Occlumency.

　　 "Empty your brain, your guard is too strong. If you want to deceive your enemy, then you must not let him feel your guard..." This is Salazar's teaching.

　　 "Emotion and reason, only with perfect control of the two, can you truly master Occlumency." Salazar's tone seemed very arrogant, and he was qualified to make this judgment.

　　 "Huh." Malfoy let out a sigh of relief. When he emptied his brain, it was a meditation-like experience, just like another "me", looking at all this from an objective distance, the kind of trying to get his emotions The feeling of pulling away and turning himself into a walking dead is really not a good experience if it lasts too long. He suspects that if he keeps practicing like this, he might really lose all his feelings.

　　 Then it really turned the cart before the horse.

　　 Exit from the practice state.

　　 "Kreacher." Malfoy yelled, but he didn't get a response. If it was usual, even if he was teaching Pansy to cook, Kreacher would immediately appear in front of him.

　　 "Dobby?" Malfoy called again, but the situation remained the same.

　　As a house elf, there is always a certain degree of induction with the owner who signs a contract. This induction is often one-way, allowing the latter to let the house elf be called when the house elf needs the service of the house elf. Arrived in time.

　　 "It's impossible that they were all poisoned by Pansy, right?" Malfoy thought a little amused, and found that his call had not been answered. Malfoy first inferred such a possibility.

　　 "Let’s go down and take a look." Even though he knew that his guess was ridiculous, Malfoy decided to go downstairs and take a look. He now feels that Pansy’s coming here to accompany him is actually pretty good, at least there is someone who can talk. Now, I don't have a common language with Malfoy, the house elf.

　　 "Draco, Dobby and Kreacher went shopping." Hearing the basement door being pushed open, Pansy explained without looking back, pretending that nothing happened. At this moment, she was intently looking at the stew on her boiler, the pot exuding a seductive fragrance.

　　 "If I remember correctly, my name is Dobby. The daily necessities I brought from home will last for at least a year." Malfoy walked down the steps slowly, looking at the current kitchen, and picked up an empty plate. It seems that one side has revealed Pansy's lie ruthlessly.

　　 "Okay, I just wanted to show you a hand, so I took them away." Pansy turned around, stuck out his tongue, and said with a low eyebrow.

　　 "As long as you don't poison them to death." Malfoy could only helplessly spread his hands.

　　 "Of course not!" Pansy hurriedly denied, "My current cooking skills have improved a lot." She said with some pride.

　　 "That's why I want to distract them and show it by myself." Pansy lowered his head like a kid who was found to have done something wrong, whispered, and peered at Malfoy's expression.

　　 "This is really the truth." Malfoy nodded, then smiled and said, "Then I look forward to your feast today."

　　 "Don't look back, the pot is going to dry up." Malfoy looked in the direction of the pot, and then reminded.

　　 "Blame you! You will be responsible for eating the pot when it gets messed up!" Pansy turned around and hurriedly reduced the fire on the stove before patted her chest and let go Sighed.

　　 "Well, let's not interfere with your performance, I am looking forward to it." After making sure that nothing happened, Malfoy said goodbye to Pansy and left the basement kitchen.

　　 a while later.

　　 "Huh." Wearing his gloves, Pansy brought the boiling stew from the stove to the table, then quickly took off his gloves and started blowing into his palms.

　　 "It's hot!" Looking at her red palms, Pansy's emotions were extremely high. She was so excited that she was getting closer and closer to her goal.

　　 "By the way, there is the most important thing." Pansy seemed to have thought of something suddenly, threw the gloves to the fireside, and left the kitchen, trotting all the way along the stairs, and went up to the fifth floor. It used to be Sirius, but now it belongs to his room.

　　 "That's the two of you." Pansy opened the zipper of his suitcase and lifted it up, staring at the two bottles and muttering to himself, the liquid in the bottle was blocked by the brown bottle. It is confusing to distinguish the colors, but the label on the bottleneck has determined the identities of the two.

　　 One bottle is champagne and the other is juice.

　　 Pansy slowly took out the latter, then opened the 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 color. .

　　 "According to the piece of paper, add the amount proportional to the subject's weight. I don't know if these are enough." Pansy looked at the two bottles that had already been opened, and started to daze. It's really time to make a decision. At the time, he was a little bit hesitant.

　　 "You won't become narcissistic if you drink it." Thinking of this, Pansy's body trembled involuntarily, feeling that it would be terrible if this happened.

　　 "Never mind it!" After thinking about it, Pansy still filled his mind and poured all the liquid in the vial. The pale pink potion was submerged in the dark purple juice, and there was no sign of mixing. .

　　"Fortunately, I chose blueberry juice." Pansy had already recapped the bottle.

　　 "Recover as before." Pansy took out his wand and said to the bottle.

　　As a wizarding family, the Black family’s house will certainly not be divided into the Muggle area, so Pansy doesn’t have to worry about being punished. The house at 12 Grimmauld Place is still part of the wizarding society. Part.

　　 Seeing that the bottle cap was closed tightly again, it was completely invisible that it had been opened, as if it had just been bought, Pansy breathed a long sigh of relief, so that there were no obvious flaws.

　　 Next, all she has to do is to cook and wait till night.

　　 Doing one thing intently will always make people feel that time is passing quickly. After returning to the kitchen and "struggling" for a while, Pansy realized that it was already late.

　　 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 were Dobby and Kreacher, they just cleaned up the mess. The current room even makes Malfoy suspect that he has come to a certain hotel~IndoMTL.com~There is no light, only candlelight. Two heart-shaped candles are placed in the center of the long table, exuding a soft light. The dining table was covered with a high-end tablecloth printed with flowers, a landscape painting and a few delicate roses were hung on the wall not far away. Next to the table, there were two exquisite craftsmanship. Superb dining table and chairs.

　　 Malfoy narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at all this, his heart moved slightly.

　　 "Talk to her after dinner." Malfoy thought, and decided to talk to Pansy after dinner.

　　 "The chicken ham pie in the end!" Pansy walked out slowly with a plate from the kitchen, with an invisible smile on her face. She had planned a romantic dinner for a long, long time today. of.

　　 Since I found the book.

　　 "Draco, to celebrate my progress, can you open a bottle of champagne?" Pansy and Malfoy were already sitting in the chairs, Pansy bent down and brought a bottle of exquisite champagne to the table from the corner of the table , Watching Malfoy's expression carefully.

　　 "I secretly brought this out from the cellar of my father's wine storage." Pansy said with a guilty conscience, and looked at the label on the bottle intently with his cheek.

　　 Malfoy snatched the bottle of wine and put it at his feet.

　　 "Have you forgotten your lesson in Hogsmeade's bar?" Malfoy said blankly, ignoring Pansy's "plea".

　　 "I think this bottle is not bad." Malfoy saw another bottle of drink on the table, and took it in front of him.