Chapter 839: The News From Dobby

Anton didn't expect that when he was collecting information about the daily life of wizards, the first hurdle would be to get stuck on the subject of 'wine'.

Wine is a kind of miraculous thing. Although many people hate it, this miraculous thing has always accompanied the emergence and development of civilization. No matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, human activities have always been inseparable from it.

"Want to study the magic of wine?" Mrs. Pince raised her eyebrows, "You want to make wine?"

Anton shook his head and denied, "No, I just want to know something about the magic of wine. It can be anything about spells and potions, preferably in an encyclopedia."

"There really are." Mrs. Pince understands, "The Secret of Howl's Alcoholic written by the modern wizard Hal almost collects all the common and uncommon magics related to alcohol, which is the most suitable."

Anton's eyes lit up, "I want to borrow this book."

"Let me think about it..." Mrs. Pince frowned slightly, turned around and rummaged through the bookshelf for a while, and pulled out a rolled parchment from the corner above the shelf.

She gently blew the dust on it, pulled off the silk tie tied on it, and unfolded it carefully.

"Borrowed by Professor Sybill Trelawney... six years ago."

Anton took a breath and looked at her in shock, "Can it be said that this book is no longer available?"

"No." Mrs. Pince rolled up the parchment again, carefully picked up the tie and tied it, "According to the magic condition of the book recorded by this borrowed book, the protective magic of the book has not been damaged, nor has it left Huo Gwartz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Maybe Professor Trelawney forgot about it. It's not a big problem. Since you just need it, help me find her to retrieve this book."

This matter sounds troublesome, Anton sighed helplessly, "If I meet Professor Trelawney, I will tell her. Can I read other books about alcohol first today?"

"Words of encyclopedia..."

Mrs. Pince shook the feather duster in her hand, "There are three suitable ones."

"One is in the restricted section, and it's called "The Brain Jug Is Blooding Out", and two are in the general borrowing area, namely "Modern Popular Drinks and Beauty Tasting" and "The Porter Family's Wine Cellar."

"The wine cellar of the Potter family?" Anton asked in astonishment.

Mrs. Pince stared at Anton, and then said slowly, "I thought you would be curious about how evil the book in the restricted section is, but I didn't expect this to be your focus."

"A Weasley family tradition? Like to listen to gossip?"

Anton grinned, "It only matters because Harry Potter is my friend."

Mrs. Pince shrugged indifferently, waved the feather duster in her hand, turned around and walked out from behind the counter, "Come on, I'll help you find these three books."

This seemingly stern old witch has a soft heart.

He was making complaints, but he was also talking about Anton's curious part while walking.

"The Potter family used to be a powerful pure-blood family, known for potions, especially in human healing." She turned and stood still, skillfully pulled out a book from the shelf and stuffed it into Anton's arms, and continued to walk towards The bookshelf is walking around.

"Therapists, everyone knows that they are very rich."

"The Potter family has a flower peacock with a personality similar to Gilderoy Lockhart. He usually likes to show off everything he has to others, but everyone knows that what he said belongs to the Potter family, but It doesn't necessarily belong to him."

"The book "The Porter Family Wine Cellar" is the family wine collection he wrote to show off to others, and how much the family paid to properly protect these precious wines. It contains a lot of information about wine. magic."

"This incompetent playboy, writing this book, finally did a good deed, so he won't have nothing that really belongs to him in his life that deserves praise from others."

As she spoke, she took out a thick cowhide book with a gilt cover from the bookshelf, flipped through it, and shook her head with a disgusted expression, "As expected, I remember correctly, every page and every line is full of ostentatious upstarts. The smell is unbearable."

As she spoke, she handed it to Anton, and walked towards the restricted area again, and Anton quickly followed.

""Modern Popular Drinks and Beauty Tasting" is a collection of poems, although the author somewhat objectifies women, well, it is understandable in that era." Mrs. Pince paused, and smiled slightly, "But I like that he compared wine to women With those rhetorical techniques, this author really understands women's minds."

As she said that, she turned her head and glanced at Anton, "If you have enough knowledge in classical literature to appreciate the beauty of every word in these poems, you can also read it as a book of love."

Anton just grinned slightly and nodded politely.

He likes to be passive, and Anna makes him feel good, and he doesn't need to worry about non-magical things anymore.

"The last book "Blood from the Brain Jug" is also a modern work. The author is quite special. She is the only descendant of an ancient wizard tribe that has lasted for thousands of years. She is far away from the depths of the mountains where the tribe was originally located, and came to the industry to begin to develop. Europe, feel the changes of the times firsthand.”

"She is a rare philosopher in the wizarding community. She once served as the guide of Sir Merlin. I like her other book "Witchcraft and the Apple Grove" the most. I especially recommend you to read it."

"Now that you have reached a certain level in the field of magic, you may be able to gain valuable inspiration from this great lady."

Mrs. Pince finally came to a golden sandalwood shelf, took out a bottle of wine from the pocket of the wizard robe, opened it, took out another small bottle of red liquid, opened it and poured it into the mixture, "Blood with magic power , preferably dragon's blood, a one-to-ten blend of rum, is the favorite of this book."

As she spoke, she slowly extended the wine bottle to the spine of the book and shook it slightly.

"Aha~" A strange laugh sounded, and a fluffy baby's fist-sized strange face appeared on the spine of the book, shaking with the shaking of the wine bottle.

"It smells so good! It tastes so good!" The strange face on the spine exclaimed, sticking out its barbed black tongue.

Mrs. Pince picked up the wine bottle and poured a little on its tongue, and the strange face's tongue quickly wrapped up the wine and retracted it into its mouth, squinting its eyes and muttering something.

After finishing this, she capped the wine bottle and put it in Anton's hand, "Give him a sip every time he needs to touch the book, it will have an hour of quiet time, otherwise its tongue will try to Whoever touches makes a big hole."

"Of course, unless the book is deliberately destroyed, it will avoid the deadly part, but this is enough to make people feel painful."

"In history, there was a wizard who didn't understand this secret. He lived alone, and because of his weakness, he couldn't get up to heal his wounds, and he bled to death."

Anton exclaimed and nodded seriously.

"This great lady sorted out all the content handed down by the tribe and wrote a total of more than 20 books. However, some of them have completely disappeared due to historical reasons, some were sealed up by the Ministry of Magic because the content was too evil, and some were sealed by the Ministry of Magic. Those old pure-blood families carve up."

"For this tribal culture series, Hogwarts only collects this book about wine making, and there is also a collection of stories, which can be found in the open lending area."

Mrs. Pince waited until the strange face on the spine hiccupped and began to make the sound of sleepy snoring before she took it down, "Tribes living in the primitive jungle will miraculously absorb some berries that can be obtained in the surrounding environment. Plants, etc. are used to make wine, and then brought to human towns in exchange for food and living supplies.”

"The wine of this tribe is very famous. For those who are good at wine, this book is definitely a peerless treasure. I hope you will take good care of it after borrowing it. This is a rare copy."

"Well, okay." Anton nodded seriously.

"Very well, let's go. I'm looking forward to the night school that your cabin is preparing for." Mrs. Pince smiled slightly, "Modern people stick to the framework of the school, and there will always be some misunderstandings. In ancient times, the pioneers always had to bear You have done a good job in taking on the responsibility of guiding those who follow suit.”

Just like that, Anton left the school library with the wine in one hand and three thick books in the other. After thinking about it, he simply returned to Slytherin's dormitory.

On the other side of the cabin, George and Fred are sorting out their past spoof inventions, trying to sort out some knowledge from them, and make a textbook of "Funny Magic Items" as an enlightenment for "Elementary Magic Item Production".

These two people are not the ones who can calm down, they yell very loudly, only Anna, who can immerse himself in mechanical production at any time and doesn't care about the environment, can't care, the others can't bear it at all, they need to find their own places .

When they returned to the dormitory, Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe, the two little followers, were not there. They wanted to come over to help today, but unfortunately the Quidditch team of Slytherin College and Ravenclaw College had an affair. A crucial game.

In the empty room, the sound of sobbing could be heard faintly, vaguely.

"Woo woo woo..."

A strange cry echoed in the empty dormitory, which sounded particularly pervasive.

It was the house elf, Dobby, Anton knew, ever since Draco called him over to give him advice on house magic, this guy usually liked to curl up in the corner behind the sofa and cry.

Anton does not discriminate against house elves, they are also highly intelligent biological species, and he has always treated them equally. He has always had a good relationship with the house elves at home and the house elves in the school kitchen.

Only Dobby, he didn't quite agree.

It's not because Dobby is rebellious and longs for freedom, but some of the behaviors of this guy are really puzzling.

Not to mention the past, but now in the dormitory, apart from answering some of Anton's questions, she spends most of her time hiding in the corner crying, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Anton put the books and wine bottle on the small desk next to his bed, came to the sofa, and looked down at the house elf coldly.

"I remember, in the second grade, Lucius arranged for you to pass the news to me, but you didn't."

"When we met at the Ministry of Magic before, Lucius mentioned this to me cryptically, hoping that I would know how much he paid, but in fact, I didn't even know that he had sent me any news."

"Later, when I asked Professor Lockhart, I learned that during the time he was the headmaster, I knew that you had appeared near me, murmured something no one heard, and then left directly."

"If it wasn't for me being too lazy to argue with you, you would be dead by now!"

Dobby stared at Anton with big tennis-ball eyes in horror, "Mr. Weasley...Mr. Weasley knows...Damn Dobby...Damn Dobby..."

As it said that, it was about to hit the metal leg decoration of the sofa with its head, which made Anton frown.

"enough!"

Dobby didn't want to listen, and hugged the legs of the sofa with both hands, about to bump his head against it.

"I said..." Anton's voice was faint, as if it came from a distant place, the voice was not loud, but it seemed to explode in Dobby's ears with a roar.

It froze all of a sudden, as if a mouse suddenly encountered a grinning cat, its hands and legs were trembling, but its body including its head and neck did not dare to move.

"I've said enough, do you understand? What I need is communication, not wasting time watching you perform how much you want to condemn yourself."

"Give me a reason to forgive you!"

Anton's gaze was sharp, with a gaze from the upper reaches of the biological chain, staring at Dobby coldly.

Dobby opened and closed his mouth, and said a little weakly, "Dobby shouldn't be like this, but Dobby can't pass the master's news to the big devil, it will hurt Harry, Dobby can't do this..."

"The big devil..."

Dobby looked up at Anton, "At that time, the master said that there was a big devil living in your body, and Dobby knew about it."

"Later Dobby knew he had misunderstood, and hit his toes with a hammer as punishment. Dobby did something wrong."

"But Dobby can't help it..."

"The big devil is back, and the master wants to help him with a terrible thing..."

"Woooooh, Dobby can't say that!"

"Harry, Harry can't stay in school anymore, Harry is in danger, serious danger!"

Anton rolled his eyes, "Come on, everyone knows that it's no secret that Voldemort wanted to kill Harry Potter."

Dobby trembled in fright when he heard the name of this terrifying and mysterious man, and almost got out of Anton's 'Imperius Curse', and strengthened Anton's use of the 'Cruciatus Curse' and 'Fairy Eyes' magic to use a mixture of Soul Imperius After the curse, Dobby became dazed again.

In fact, it has always been in a trance, making Anton not sure whether his magic has worked or not.

"Even more terrifying!"

"The master and the big devil are going to do even more terrible things to Harry... woo woo woo... But Dobby can't say... Dobby can't say..."

Anton's brows were deeply frowned. Creatures like house elves are simply terrifying, and any man who can mobilize their magic power can rival Dumbledore and Voldemort's level.

It's just that this kind of creature seems to have simpler thinking than humans.

It's not the crude kind, it's simple.

Anton put his arm behind him, shook his wand slightly, and assisted in the casting of Soul Reaper, but he could only read strong 'emotions' from this little guy.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

The head is chaotic, like a mass of paste, and I don't know if the spells of "Instigmatism" and "Imperial Curse" are only limited to human inventions, or this creature itself has an empty head. full of strong emotions.

An outrageously straight-forward mood.

Anton has encountered this kind of thing before. For example, in magical animals, it is difficult for Anton to read the thoughts in the animals' heads.

Perhaps it is this simple and pure emotion that fills the brain, the house-elf has a strong resistance to mind-like magic, and the intuition has no effect.

Tsk~

Thinking about it carefully, this kind of elf living in a big house and working in exchange for food seems to have the potential to become a housekeeper or assistant.

No wonder wizards of old enjoyed making these house-elves the butlers of their families.

Whether they are active or passive, they will have excellent loyal qualities.

That is to say, the Malfoy family was too harsh on the abuse of the house elves, which made Dobby develop a rebellious mentality.

Anton stared at Dobby, sighed, and shook his head, "I will ask Lucius to leave you, and you can live in Hogwarts from now on."

"Impossible!" Dobby screamed, with tension and excitement in his voice, filled with unbelievable hesitation, "Dobby knows too many secrets from his master, he won't let Dobby leave. "

Anton shrugged, "You need to sign a non-disclosure clause to go through the resignation procedures. You don't understand. Then you and Lucius can sign an 'unbreakable oath'. What a big deal."

As he said that, he looked at Dobby and shook his head. If this guy is here, he probably won't be able to concentrate on reading in the dormitory.

He turned around and put the books and wine bottle into the snuff box, intending to go to Professor Trelawney in the divination class to ask for the copy of "Howl's Alcoholic Secret".

"Be honest and stay in the dormitory. Don't make noise all day long. You obviously don't have the IQ to deal with some things, so you still have to get involved."

Anton simply ignored it, turned and left.