Professor Vampire.

Chapter 140: Dobby is free!

Dobby stared at the small dress in front of him with his big green eyes in disbelief.

This is a small dress suit - a white shirt, a black coat and skinny trousers, and a matching small hat. It can be said that "small but complete".

The dress looks very fitting, or it can be said that this is the first tailor-made house-elf dress in the wizarding world - its various size data are measured for Dobby using Narcissa Malfoy's magic tape measure.

For this reason, Narcissa decided not to use this tape measure to measure clothes in the future...

"The master gave Dobby a set of clothes," the house-elf took the small dress with a trembling tone, and was extremely excited, "The master gave the clothes to Dobby!"

"I know, you don't have to repeat it twice!" Lucius said with gritted teeth, "Take your clothes and leave before I change my mind!"

Although Lucius Malfoy is a typical pure blood who ignores house elves, his house elves are not blown by the wind.

House-elves are magical creatures that cannot be hired just by having money.

Magical families that can own house-elves are either upper-class people with extremely high social status in the magic world, or pure-blooded people with a long family history and heritage. Only a few wizards can pick up those lonely house-elves abandoned by their owners by luck.

Moreover, as natural masters of housework and using various magic, they do not need any salary or wages at all, and can handle the tasks assigned by wizards in an orderly manner, and rarely make their masters dissatisfied.

There is only one Dobby among these rare magical creatures, even in the wealthy Malfoy family.

Lucius' heart was bleeding when he handed the clothes to Dobby!

Dobby subconsciously looked at Dracula, who led the matter single-handedly, and saw the handsome professor nodding to him with a chuckle.

So, Dobby made up his mind and took the exquisite and small dress from Lucius.

"Dobby--Dobby is free!" Dobby shouted excitedly.

He was so excited that he even started to cry.

Bean-sized tears flowed from his big eyes, across his pointed, long nose, and dripped from the tip of his nose.

Dobby cried while carefully protecting his first set of clothes, not letting his tears stain this exquisite dress.

"Lucius, so how bad are you to him normally?" Dracula looked at Lucius Malfoy with a stiff expression in surprise, "It's not something that ordinary people can do to make a house elf who has left its owner so happy?"

Lucius coughed dryly and avoided Dracula's gaze awkwardly.

Dobby's performance made Lucius embarrassed.

Because house elves are one of the magical creatures that obey their masters' orders the most and have the deepest feelings for wizards, they are often not very happy when they get clothes.

Because when they are free, they are also abandoned by their masters and become an elf that no one wants. This is not only not a relief for house elves, but also a shame, representing incompetence, and being looked down upon by their fellow house elves.

Even many house elves who have suffered abuse will not blame their masters, and will be sad when they are given clothes and "fired".

For example, the corpses of the house elves that Dracula saw in the house of the Black family - the pure-blood wizards of the Black family are accustomed to cutting off the heads of dead house elves and hanging them on the wall next to the stairs.

However, the Black family's actions did not cause the disgust of the house elves, but were regarded as the greatest honor in their lives by elves such as Kreacher...

The deformed thinking of magical creatures such as house elves can be seen.

Because of this, Dobby's behavior is even more strange.

Anyone can see that Dobby's expression now is clearly happy to the point of crying. He had no reluctance or attachment to his master that a proper house-elf would have, and all he had was the joy of being free!

Lucius had raised such a unique house-elf, so he was naturally ashamed, and he was speechless when facing Dracula's questioning.

"Lucius, if you really want to get away from Voldemort, I'll give you a piece of advice--" Dracula stood up, slowly took a step forward, staring into Lucius's gray eyes, "Put away those habits left over from Voldemort's reign, and the bad behavior you call aristocracy."

Dracula said softly, "I can't stand it."

Lucius's cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes on his back, and his face became paler than usual.

"I understand, Professor Dracula." He lowered his head, his knees bent involuntarily, and then forced them back, suppressing his habitual behavior of wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Very good, it seems that you really understand." Dracula raised his lips, drank the wine in the goblet, and then casually placed the goblet on the long table beside him, making a crisp sound.

Lucius picked up the bottle with great tact and poured Dracula a glass of bright red wine.

Dracula smiled with satisfaction, pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up the slender stem of the goblet again, and shook it gently.

The bright red wine swirled in the cup, and the vortex on the surface of the liquid shattered the reflections of Dracula and Lucius, and the color of the wine gradually became deeper.

Lucius stared blankly at his messy figure in the wine, as if he saw his complicated mood.

"Tell me, what compensation do you want?"

Dracula's voice interrupted Lucius's messy thoughts, "After all, I have caused you to lose a precious house-elf. You can think carefully about what compensation you need."

Lucius was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say some clichés of rejection, such as "Being able to help Professor Dracula is the best reward", "Serving Professor Dracula is what I should do" and so on.

He often said these words when facing the Dark Lord, and he was so skilled that he couldn't be more skilled.

However, when those polite words were about to come out, Lucius's sight suddenly emerged like this-

The same living room of Malfoy Manor, the same seat, but the scene was not as magnificent as it is now, but rather very dark and gloomy.

A hoarse and low voice sounded from the seat in front of the living room.

"You did a good job, Lucius." The figure with scarlet eyes and a cold look like a snake said coldly, "I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

"Being able to serve the master is the reward I want most!" Lucius said in a flattering tone, saying the clichés he had said countless times before without any hindrance.

However, this time, he didn't seem to be as lucky as usual.

"I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea," Voldemort cracked his mouth and showed a hideous and terrifying smile, "Let your son join the Death Eaters, Lucius."

...

Lucius suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Dracula who was shaking the wine glass in front of him, and swallowed the clichés that almost blurted out in his throat.

"Professor Dracula, I do have an unwelcome request." He took a deep breath and changed his words.

"Tell me about it." Dracula looked at the wine glass in his hand and answered casually.

"I have a son studying at Hogwarts..." Lucius said carefully, "If it is convenient, please take care of him for a while."

After saying this, Lucius looked up at Dracula, hoping to discern his intentions from his expression.

Dracula stopped shaking the wine glass, turned his head with a little surprise, and looked at Lucius's worried look.

"Draco Malfoy, right? I remember him." Dracula chuckled, "It's a simple thing. Are you sure you want me to take this little thing as compensation for you?"

"No, Professor Dracula, Draco is not a small thing to me." Lucius said, "He is the most important thing in my and Narcissa's life."

"Okay, I know." Dracula still held the stem of the goblet and stood up from the chair.

He walked to the open space in front of the living room and waved to Dobby who was still wiping tears excitedly.

Dobby hurriedly hugged his little dress and ran to Dracula in small steps.

A dark moon quietly emerged from behind Dracula. The moonlight was cold, but it dimmed the splendid living room of Malfoy Manor.

Dracula gently shook the wine glass and walked into the moonlight with the elf——

"Don't worry, I will take good care of Draco."

Dracula's voice dissipated with the moonlight, and the lights in the hall became bright again, shining into Lucius's gray eyes.

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the back of the chair.

He knew that his actions today were not in vain——

Since Dracula agreed to take care of Draco, it meant that he didn't mind providing some protection for the descendants of the Malfoy family, and Draco would no longer be forced to become a Death Eater.

In this way, even if Voldemort resurrected again, even if Lucius angered the cruel Dark Lord, the Malfoy family would not be cut off from all inheritance...

...

The dark moonlight sprinkled in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Dracula shook the wine glass and walked out of the moonlight. He was followed by a house elf holding a small dress.

Unlike the weather in Wiltshire, England, where Malfoy Manor is located, it is still raining heavily in the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located.

Accompanied by strong winds, raindrops hit the window glass of the office, leaving traces of water.

Dracula leaned against the cold window, took a sip of wine, and turned to look at Dobby, who had just stopped crying.

"Are you finally not crying?" he asked.

"Dobby... Dobby is just too excited!" Dobby wiped his eyes again, rubbed his wet palms on the old pillowcase he was wearing, and held the dress in his arms very carefully, while looking up at Dracula.

"Thank you, Mr. Dracula, you freed Dobby!" He said gratefully in a piercing and sharp voice, "Mr. Dracula set Dobby free! You are as great as Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord!"

Dracula chuckled and shook his head.

He didn't expect that even if he freed Dobby, he would only be able to reach the same status as Harry Potter. It is conceivable that in the eyes of the house-elf, the status of his savior student is so high!

'That is to say... before rescuing Dobby, my status was not as high as that of a student? ' He shrugged with a smile.

"Dobby, I'm actually very curious." Dracula then looked at Dobby and asked curiously, "As a house-elf, why do you yearn for freedom so much? Is it just because Lucius and others treat you badly?"

"Because... Dobby is a unique house-elf!" The elf's ugly brown-red face suddenly broke into a brilliant smile, revealing a mouthful of teeth, "Dobby has never been willing to be submissive like other elves, and Dobby has never been willing to go back to the past and live under the rule of the nameless!"

"So Dobby wants to be a free house-elf!"

At this point, Dobby became excited and jumped on the spot.

"But if Dobby is still under the control of his master, then Dobby will never be able to become a free elf..." he said, "Fortunately, the great Mr. Dracula helped Dobby gain freedom!"

"Then you are really a house-elf with your own ideas." Dracula chuckled, "What should this be called, the progressive elf of the new century in the magic world?"

"It's not as exaggerated as Mr. Dracula said..." Dobby lowered his head in embarrassment and whispered, "Dobby... Dobby is just doing what he wants to do."

"What are your plans next, Dobby?" Dracula said with a smile "Speaking of which, I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen a free house elf. I am not sure what you can do..."

"Sir, Dobby has thought about it." Dobby's eyes widened, and his eyes were slightly sad. "Dobby is going to wear new clothes to meet the great Harry Potter and apologize to him in person... Dobby almost made Harry Potter fall off his broom and almost broke his bones..."

"Harry Potter will never forgive the very bad Dobby..."

Dobby lowered his head, his expression became a little lonely.

"I think Potter will forgive you." Dracula said with a smile.

At this time, he had taken out the title deed of Hogwarts and saw what the little wizards in various parts of the castle were doing-

The Quidditch match was just completed a few hours ago, and the celebration that followed was far from over.

Countless little wizards wearing red collared school robes gathered in the Gryffindor common room, surrounding a little wizard wearing round-framed glasses in the middle, celebrating the Gryffindor team's victory over Slytherin.

Among them, two red-haired twins set off two huge fireworks in the common room, filling the entire space with fire.

Wearing the prefect badge was another red-haired student, who arrived at the scene in time, extinguished the flames caused by the fireworks with a water-making spell, and then began to chase the twins around...

"Dobby, you can go to the Gryffindor dormitory in a while." Dracula smiled with interest and said to Dobby, "The Harry Potter you have been thinking about is having a celebration party in the common room!"

"The morning game is very tiring. When their party is almost over, Potter should return to the dormitory to sleep. You can go to his dormitory to seek his forgiveness at that time."

Dracula gave Dobby an encouraging look.

"Having just won the game, Potter must be in a good mood, and you don't have any bad intentions. According to his character, he shouldn't embarrass you."

Hearing Dracula's comfort, Dobby's expression became much happier and his mood became cheerful.

"It would be great if Harry Potter could really forgive Dobby!" He smiled brightly, and his big pointed ears stood up. "When the great Harry Potter forgives Dobby, Dobby can go find a job with confidence!"

"Wait, what did you say...find a job?" Dracula's mouth twitched, and he looked at Dobby in great confusion, "You just became a free elf, why do you have to find a job in the blink of an eye?"

Dobby's unique brain circuit is indeed fun enough, but it always makes Dracula a little behind.

"No, Dobby is a free house-elf, but not a lazy, passive house-elf!" Dobby carefully told Dracula the difference between the two house-elfs, "House-elfs cannot live without work, and the life of a house-elf without work is meaningless!"

"So you want to find another master?" Dracula frowned.

If Dobby really gave Dracula a positive answer, it would only mean that he had misjudged this maverick elf. This also means that Dracula's interest in Dobby will no longer exist.

Dracula naturally did not want this unique house-elf in the history of magic who voluntarily gained freedom to find a master again.

Fortunately, Dobby did not disappoint Dracula.

"Dobby doesn't want to find another master." Dobby said shyly, "Dobby wants to find a real job... the kind that can get a salary!"

"A house elf who needs a salary?" Dracula's eyes lit up and he became interested immediately, "Why don't you work for me, two hundred Galleons a month, ten days of vacation. Is this salary acceptable?"

However, what Dracula didn't expect was that Dobby suddenly screamed loudly:

"Mr. Dracula is looking down on Dobby!"

"Do you think it's not enough?" Dracula frowned slightly.

The salary he offered was already a very good salary in the magic world. I'm afraid that even the Minister of Magic may not have such a high salary.

"No! This salary is too high, it will make Dobby feel ashamed!" Dobby said loudly.

Dracula: "..."