Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 390 Pansy Returns Suddenly

Dobby is a strange elf. He intercepted Harry's letters during the summer vacation without his master's instructions - for Harry's safety.

He even talked about freedom, which other house-elves feared.

And he is said to be working at Hogwarts now.

Harry was actually a little worried because before Dobby left, he said something like he wanted to monitor Professor Riddle.

Just as Harry was recalling Dobby's great achievements, Diddy finally spoke.

"Doubtless, sir, allow me to speak ill of him."

"He is not like a normal house-elf at all. He totally disregards our honor."

"Not to mention asking for salary, he even dared to disturb Mr. Riddle, who is considered our master." Diddy lowered his head, his bat ears trembling slightly, and he looked very ashamed.

When he mentioned the salary, Harry even suspected that at that moment, he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"Is he okay then?"

"I mean, Professor Riddle didn't give him a hard time." Harry frowned, very worried.

"After the great headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, stepped in, Dobby was no longer - like that." Diddy's expression was very sad.

Harry could even see a hint of grievance from it, as if it was unfair to him that Dobby had not been punished.

But as a house-elf, Didi didn't dare to think about it - it was equivalent to questioning Dumbledore's decision.

"That's good." Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When Didi confirmed that Hagrid and the others didn't need him for the time being, he bowed to everyone and disappeared.

While eating, Hagrid curiously asked about Dobby's story.

"There are house-elves like this!" Hagrid said while gnawing on a chicken leg.

His look of doubt about life made Ron grin.

At that time, he also lived like this because of Dobby.

Now that he saw Hagrid and thought that he was not the only one like this, Ron felt relieved.

"He's weird, isn't he?"

"Hey, Hephaestus, come and have a chicken drumstick." Ron nodded with satisfaction and bent down to throw a chicken drumstick into the fireplace.

Draco was also squatting beside him, stuffing wood in.

Harry and Ginny were cuddling together.

After Hagrid had his fill, Ron, whose interest faded as quickly as it came, turned his attention to Hagrid who was picking his teeth.

"I seem to have two eyelids. When I open the second one, I can see everything in the Forbidden Forest."

"I can feel the water drops falling, the flowers blooming, and even see the dust in the air." Hagrid looked dazed again.

"Are there flowers in winter?" Ron raised his hand in confusion.

"Idiot, haven't you ever taken a Herbology class?" Draco rolled his eyes. There were so many magical plants that bloomed in winter.

"I just didn't expect it." Ron said it was all Hephaestus' fault. He was too absorbed in the mystery just now.

Hephaestus shuddered in confusion, and the chicken bones and wood in his stomach crackled.

"How did Plutosaurus become extinct?"

"They're so powerful." After Hagrid mentioned his magical powers, Draco thought of dragons again, which was completely different from Harry and the others' focus.

“They don’t like to reproduce.”

"Even if they have offspring, female Plutosaurus are not qualified mothers. They just lay eggs and leave them alone."

"Plus, each Pluto dragon is too strong, and their large territory makes it difficult for them to meet each other."

"It has further reduced the already low reproduction rate." Hagrid sighed, his face full of disappointment.

The following days were peaceful. Harry spent the whole day in his dormitory brewing potions, accompanied by Ginny.

Ron and Draco went to Hagrid's place all day long for Hephaestus.

In fact, Draco should have been with his girlfriend all day like Harry.

But on the second day after Hephaestus was born, the arrival of a letter made Pansy leave Hogwarts.

It is said that several of her relatives died inexplicably.

The time and cause of death were not mentioned in my heart.

Draco wanted to go along, but a letter from his father that arrived shortly afterwards put a stop to that.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. His father should have predicted Draco's thoughts.

"That's odd enough."

"I've also met Pansy's relatives."

"They are all still very young, and have just graduated from Hogwarts."

"My father won't let me go and told me to stay in Hogwarts."

"But he also said that the funeral was not actually dangerous."

"Isn't that weird?" Draco, who had just finished watching Hephaestus, complained to Harry while stuffing his steak in the hall.

Ron nodded at the side. He looked as if he had known about it for a long time. He must have known it in advance when he went to Hagrid with Draco.

"According to what you said, all the young people in her relatives' family are dead. This may be related to inheritance and family heritage."

"Even though you are Pansy's fiancé, you haven't officially married yet. Besides, your family's reputation——"

"You should understand." Harry waved his hand, letting Draco feel at ease.

"Ok."

"correct!"

"Harry, what potion are you brewing lately?"

"You smell almost like Professor Snape now." Draco twitched his nose at Harry, "Yeah, that's the smell!"

"So would you if you were around Potions ingredients all day." Harry rolled his eyes.

They then changed the topic to the taste. After all, they couldn't talk about everything in Moon City. The moment they actually saw Moon City, all the related memories were automatically covered by a strange magic.

They were unable to reveal any information about it to the outside world, not even in writing.

"What potion?" Draco raised his eyebrows. He found that Harry seemed reluctant to answer this question.

"This involves business secrets." Ron explained quickly.

Harry couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Damn it Ron!
Harry was planning to make up a potion, but his plan was disrupted by Ron's lies that were full of loopholes.

“It’s not a trade secret!”

"Haven't I heard recently that there are a lot of modified Muggle items in Diagon Alley?"

"I'm going to combine shampoo and potions from the Muggle world to create a better shampoo - you know, that's how my ancestors made their fortune."

"Ginny always complained that her hair was a little messy."

"Right, Ginny." Harry gave a frantic look at the half of his face that Draco couldn't see.

"Hmm." Ginny took advantage of Draco's inattention to glare at Harry and Ron.

"Then I'll use it after the research is successful." Draco touched his hairline worriedly.

He was afraid of having his hairline recede as he got older, just like his dad.

(End of this chapter)