HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

Jian Yu held the crucible and put the stimulant into his robe, but did not return to the dormitory.

She walked towards Myrtle's bathroom.

When she arrived at this familiar place, she was stunned.

This abandoned bathroom has now been completely transformed. The once mottled and peeling walls are now painted white as snow, the gray and cracked mirrors have become new and bright, and the dirty sinks and faucets have been carefully polished and cleaned, and even shine.

The originally damp and foul smell in the air became fresh and pleasant, as if air freshener had been sprayed.

As soon as Jian Yu arrived, Myrtle swirled happily out of her toilet.

"You're finally here!" She finally put a smile on her face, "Luckily you're okay!"

"I'm fine." Jian Yu smiled tiredly, "But why did this bathroom suddenly become like this?"

But Myrtle became even more excited, and motioned for Jian Yu to look at the toilet in her cubicle as if offering a treasure:

"Look, it's the colorful black one I wanted! It has our names engraved on it, a custom commemorative edition!"

Jian Yu felt that her eyesight was polluted, but she still spoke with difficulty:

"Uh...nice...nice idea."

Myrtle spoke proudly with a smug look on her face:

"The principal said that in order to reward me for my contribution in the secret room incident, he sent someone to repair the bathroom!"

She took Jian Yu to visit every cubicle and claimed that they were all designed by her, such as the red and green toilet, the four transparent walls, the gold and silver interwoven toilet paper...

After the man and the ghost had seen all this, Myrtle felt depressed again.

"I know why you came to me." She floated above the sink and began to wipe her tears again. "You all think that I have the right to know and should know how I died - Tom Riddle, he killed me."

"But I hate you reminding me over and over again that I'm dead - even if you're my best friend." Her sobs became louder and louder. "I'd rather I didn't know - and I could still have a little fantasy about him!"

She cried for a long time before she slowly stopped and began to sob and thank Jian Yu:

"But...I still want to thank you...He killed me, and you killed him...You helped me get revenge."

Then she seemed to have thought of something and began to instruct Jian Yu:

"Yu, you have to remember!" she said earnestly, "Never trust a good-looking man!"

She thought of Tom Riddle's handsome face, and then thought of what he had done, and couldn't help but want to spit.

"The more handsome a man is, the more poisonous he is!"

Fifty years after her death, I finally understood what a pig-killing scam was.

Myrtle was still blabbering on about her moral principles, but halfway through her speech, there was a sudden sound of finger snapping in the air.

A short house-elf with bat-like ears, a thin nose and prominent green eyes the size of tennis balls appeared in front of them.

It was the house-elf Dobby whom she had seen in Lockhart's office!

"Jade Jane!" It screamed, its nerves seemed to be much more sensitive than Myrtle, "Dobby has always wanted to meet you, ma'am...Miss...it's an honor..."

Before Jian Yu could say anything, Myrtle started screaming first, as if she was challenging it:

"No, no, it's too ugly! How can such a creature be worthy of my magnificent bathroom?"

A ghost and a house-elf began to quarrel, and their shrill voices almost pierced Jian Yu's eardrums.

"Stop, stop. If you keep arguing, I'll leave."

She couldn't stand it anymore and issued an ultimatum.

Myrtle and Dobby suddenly became quiet, like chickens being strangled by the neck. Dobby finally had the chance to tell the reason why he came to find Jian Yu:

"Dobby, Dobby is here to thank you!" It wiped its tears with its dirty bib. "Miss Jane saved Harry Potter and defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named - and Harry Potter set me free!"

It began to stumble over its story with Harry, and how Harry had freed it from its previous owner, Lucius Malfoy, by putting a sock in the diary.

"Dobby is free!"

Its skinny arms were raised to the sky, its eyes were widened to an impossibly high degree, and tears stained its reddish-brown face.

"No, you are not free." Jian Yu interrupted it ruthlessly, "Since you are an independent elf, we have to estimate the damage you have caused."

She began to calculate the damage Dobby had done to her work - the pile of letters she had written, which had been shredded in Lockhart's office.

"What's the appropriate basis for calculating the price per thousand words?" she muttered.

Dobby was stunned.

It suddenly realized that it had no money to pay compensation and was left with only tattered clothes and a sticky sock.

"Dobby, Dobby has no money!" It screamed and began to bang its head against the wall, causing the snow-white wall plaster to fall down, causing Myrtle to join in the screaming.

"After causing damage, you don't want to just walk away, right?" Jian Yu narrowed his eyes and asked it.

"Dobby, Dobby is a good elf, of course Dobby won't!" It finally stopped hitting the wall and started twisting its ears. "Dobby will go to work and return the money to Miss Jane and Harry Potter!"

The fish is hooked.

Jian Yu had long heard about the hard work of house-elves - they have no salary, no holidays, and even work 24 hours a day in their masters' homes. They take care of all the housework and are proud to serve their masters their entire lives. They cannot disobey their masters' orders at will, and if they do, they must punish themselves.

He is a natural worker who is good at self-PUA. Even 996 and 007 are weak compared to him.

It was hard for her not to take action against such a lone elf.

"I understand how difficult it is for you." Jian Yu sighed, "It's hard to find a job and support yourself as a house elf."

After hearing this, Dobby cried even louder.

"Understand...understand..." it whimpered, "Never...never...can a wizard...understand..."

"Dobby has been wandering around for two days, miss, just looking for a job!" Its shrill voice echoed in the bathroom, "But no wizard wants Dobby, because Dobby was fired! And Dobby wants wages!"

"In that case." Jian Yu smiled. "I have a job here. Work 8 hours a day, 8 Galleons a week, have two days off on weekends. Sign a contract in duplicate. Are you willing to do it?"

Dobby listened to all this in disbelief, his big round eyes widened like bells and he covered his mouth with both hands.

"Dobby, of course Dobby is willing!" It shouted excitedly, and its voice became even shriller. "It is Dobby's honor to work for Miss Jane!"

Then the house-elf's characteristics were revealed again, and it shuddered, as if too much wealth and leisure time were such a terrible thing:

"But...Miss...Although Dobby likes freedom, you give him too much freedom...He prefers work!"

This shocked Jian Yu, and she asked hesitantly:

"what do you mean?"

But Dobby raised a finger with his left and right hands respectively:

"Only 1 Galleon per week, only 1 day off per month!"

"And Dobby can work for 18 hours straight!"

Jian Yu's conscience began to unravel.

She suddenly felt a sense of capitalist guilt.

"Four Galleons for four days' leave a month," she bargained.

Dobby was horrified and refused repeatedly:

"No! No! Two Galleons, two days off, no more!"

After a heated discussion, Dobby held his freshly-made employment contract with great joy, flapping his two big ears around his head:

"Miss Jane is the best wizard in the world! Dobby is willing to serve her, keep her secrets, and be proud of it!"

"Dobby wants to spread Miss Jane's glory... to every corner of Britain!"