Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

You didn't have a choice before, but now it's different. You can choose to prevent him from returning. After all, you betrayed him. Once he returns...

Of course, you can also continue to wait for the other party's return, continue to choose to follow the other party, use your own family as hostages, and achieve the so-called pure-blood glory...

However, don't get your hopes up too much. When you go back and find out what exactly you destroyed, you'll understand...

This is just some immature advice from your child's teacher, don't take it too seriously.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, staring at Douglas intently. If he couldn't beat him...

Then it suddenly occurred to him: wasn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts position cursed by the Dark Lord? Why was the person still sitting here intact? Could it be that the Dark Lord was really gone?

He quickly shook the thought out of his mind. That person was too terrifying.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Dumbledore is already old. If the Dark Lord is really not dead, who can stop his return? You? You're still that naive savior... naive!"

Douglas raised the corner of his mouth and looked at him with a smile, but said nothing.

He didn't really expect to be able to use this to turn this fence-sitter over.

However, since the other party claims to be a businessman, he will inevitably weigh the pros and cons. As long as we plant a seed in his heart, he may turn against us faster than in the original book.

Douglas threw Lucius's wand to the other party.

After Lucius took the wand, he picked up the cane on the ground and inserted the wand with the snake head into it.

Then he grabbed the torn diary and turned away angrily.

Dobby subconsciously wanted to follow, but then he remembered that he was already a free elf, and sat back timidly.

When Lucius reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said:

"If you weren't a Muggle-born, I'd imagine you'd be a good Slytherin."

Douglas raised his head forty-five degrees and said sadly:

"No, Slytherin will definitely not welcome me!"

Chapter 149 Dobby: My boss asked me to write a career plan

After Lucius left, Dobby picked up the snack crumbs that fell on him and stuffed them into his mouth.

Then he carefully held the socks, walked to Douglas and bowed respectfully.

"Sir...Dobby...Dobby thank you so much."

Douglas kindly poured Dobby a cup of tea:

"Your mouth must be dry. Let's drink some tea to moisten your throat..."

When Dobby heard this, tears the size of beans began to flow down his face. He said tremblingly:

"Mr. is concerned about Dobby... Dobby's throat is not dry, but sweet..."

Douglas quickly stopped Dobby before he could wipe his tears with Harry's smelly socks.

"Dobby, calm down, calm down. Don't forget that you are a free elf. You are no longer a slave who obeys others..."

After finally calming Dobby down, he was forced to sit on the chair.

"No matter what we talk about next, please speak to me calmly and don't get excited suddenly. Dobby?"

Dobby nodded, sobbing softly, and put the socks on his hands.

Douglas's mouth twitched, and he tried his best to persuade:

"Dobby, this is a worn sock. You can actually keep it. Oh, and this is Harry Potter's sock."

Dobby looked at the socks in his hand in disbelief when he heard Harry's name.

"It's Harry Potter's socks... Yes, sir, you're right, I should have hidden it... Mr. Potter is a greater man than Dobby knows..."

Then he looked at the rag he was wearing and saw that there was no place to hide his socks.

Douglas snapped his fingers and a crossbody came flying.

"This bag is for you, you can use it to carry your things..."

Before the other party could get excited, Douglas asked hurriedly:

"I want to ask, what are your plans after you leave the Malfoy family?"

Dobby hesitated for a moment, looked at Douglas cautiously and said:

"I plan to find a job that pays Dobby and allows me to have my own clothes..."

Douglas nodded and said in agreement:

"I have a request. My family is still in need of a housekeeper. I wonder if you are interested. You can name the salary yourself.

Of course, since I'll be at Hogwarts most of the time, you'll have plenty of time to travel, and that'll also help you avoid being caught by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

Dobby jumped off his chair, his bat-sized ears flapping.

"Really? Sir, you are willing to provide a job to Dobby. Dobby doesn't need so much vacation time.

Dobby likes to work. He doesn't ask for much. How about a silver coin a week?

Of course, it might be higher. Actually, ten copper knuts a week is also fine. Dobby also wants to buy new clothes, so it can’t be any less... Dobby can work hard..."

It might be Dobby's special tone that woke up Wangcai, who was sleeping with Garlon covered by the cornucopia.

It ran to Dobby's side, looked him up and down, and then climbed onto Douglas's shoulder with great regret.

Douglas scratched Wangcai's belly and said to Dobby with a smile:

"You don't have to worry about your salary. I'll pay you ten Galleons a week. Don't refuse right away; this is just the basic salary.

During your tenure, if you participate in some of my magical research, I will also pay you additional compensation accordingly.

As for your vacation, you have two days off every week, but I may not be able to give you a fixed amount in this regard. You can save up your vacation time and apply for vacation when the time is right. I will pay you 5 gold galleons per week during your vacation.

Besides that, my expectations of you may be a bit high. First of all, you need to change your clothes, which I will prepare. In your free time, you also need to learn various new knowledge, such as new dishes, the use of some Muggle items, and even some new special magic...

Of course, we also have to take care of Wangcai..."

Douglas took out a contract that had been prepared long ago and placed it in front of Dobby, who was so excited that he was incoherent.

"First, read the contents of the treaty, and then consider whether to agree to my terms."

Dobby picked up the contract but didn't read it. Instead, he bargained with Douglas again. He felt that Douglas gave too much money and too much vacation time. After some bargaining, Douglas still insisted on the original conditions.

"Dobby, you are a free house-elf, and you will have to start a family on your own in the future, so it would be helpful to save more money.

As for your vacation time, you can use it to visit friends, or go on a trip and bring them some local specialties...”

Dobby was so excited that he was crying and snotting, and he kept muttering the word "friend".

When he picked up the contract, Douglas was afraid that the other party would use it to blow his nose.

Dobby walked straight to Douglas' desk with the contract in hand and asked cautiously:

"Sir, may I use your quill?"

Douglas nodded, but still reminded:

"Don't you need to look at the contract again?"

Dobby signed quickly, then took the contract, used magic to drag the pen and ink, and dropped it in front of Douglas, asking Douglas to sign.

Then he stood respectfully beside Douglas.

Douglas picked up the pen, signed his name on it, and then used the duplication spell to make two copies of the contract.

Casting special magic on the two pieces of magic was certainly not because he was afraid that Dobby would change the contract privately, but for the purpose of long-term protection.

After all, with the magic that was given to Dobby, if he meets someone from the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures in the future, he can just show the contract and there will be no problem.

After signing the contract, Dobby carefully put his copy of the contract into the bag Douglas gave him.

"gentlemen......"

Douglas quickly stopped Dobby and said with a smile:

"Please call me boss from now on..."

Dobby had a very bright smile on his face and tears of joy filled his eyes again.

"Boss, can I clean the room now?"

Douglas waved his hand and said:

"Now, you need to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

I am just inconvenienced by having to use my clothes to alter one for you. Later on, if possible, I hope you can learn tailoring skills and make custom clothes for yourself..."

Dobby's mouth began to tremble again, and he quickly waved his hands and said:

"Boss, is this really possible?"

Finally, under Douglas's forced request, Dobby finally used Douglas's exclusive bathroom. Then Douglas found a tuxedo he had customized in the Muggle world, modified it with magic, and let Dobby wear it.

Although it still looks a bit weird in the end, maybe because Dobby is too thin, but overall it is not bad.

At least they're better dressed than the elves at Hogwarts.

Of course, Dobby is the only house-elf who currently wears clothes.

Finally, Douglas took out a book called "A Housekeeper's Self-cultivation" and handed it to Dobby.

"You don't need to do anything right now. You just need to seriously understand your career. Of course, it's not enough to just read it. You also need to write a plan about your future career..."

When Dobby heard Douglas' words, he immediately forgot about being touched and looked at him in amazement.

Wangcai, who was standing on Douglas's shoulder, saw Dobby's strange appearance and immediately covered his stomach and screamed.

Chapter 150 Douglas's Reward - Snake Shed

After Douglas settled Dobby, he returned to the women's bathroom.

As soon as I came in, I saw that Fudge had arrived, and Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn had already gone back.

All the people who had entered the cave had come out, surrounded by a few dusty-looking people. Almost everyone, except Newt, had some injuries.

Douglas said in surprise:

"So fast?"

Snape, who was applying medicine to the wound on his arm, heard Douglas's question and said disdainfully:

"A snake king without wisdom..."

Newt corrected him:

"It can't be said to be completely without intelligence. This basilisk has an IQ equivalent to that of a four-year-old child.

Unfortunately, this basilisk is already very old, and none of us can speak Parseltongue. Otherwise, we could control it to go into hibernation, and perhaps it could live for a few more decades."

Douglas' eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly asked Snape:

"professor......"

Snape had a strange smile on his face, then grabbed a bag and threw it at Douglas.

Douglas took it and opened it, only to find a large piece of snake skin inside.

He looked at Snape doubtfully:

"That's it?"

Newt, who was watching this, asked curiously:

"Douglas, can snake skins be made into a delicacy? The recipe you gave me doesn't seem to include any information on how to make snake skins..."

Douglas' mouth twitched. He only gave me one shed from such a big snake, and he didn't know how many years ago it shed its skin.

"Professor Snape, this is not right..."

Professor McGonagall whispered to Professor Sprout:

"Well, I thought Douglas would be worried."

Professor Sprout shrugged and said helplessly:

"The meat flew away right before my mouth. I'd be anxious too. I've never eaten snake meat that's nearly a thousand years old..."