[...Sorry, my family has no plans to breed new house elves for the time being...]

[But maybe I can introduce you to two possible replacements...]

[The house elf named Gold Coin is currently serving a sentence in Azkaban. If you are willing to pay for its ransom, it should be willing to work for you. 】

[The house elf named Dobby is currently free and looking for a suitable family - but he needs Galleons as a salary. 】

In the office, Sirius looked through the letter and looked at the signature.

Sure enough, it was an enemy he had beaten before, a Slytherin graduate who had bad reputations.

How could a normal pure-blood family introduce such a guy who completely does not conform to the house elf standards? This is not an introduction at all, it is simply a weird insult.

'But I'm not Slytherin, I'm Gryffindor.'

He spread his hands, called his owl, flicked its beak lightly, and then quickly avoided the retaliatory finger peck.

Sirius smiled happily while taking out the owl food.

"Please, send me a letter. I need to inquire about those two house elves."

He pushed the food tray over and took advantage of the moment to write a letter.

The last request that Professor William made of him was that he must learn to cook or find a house elf.

While the professor returned to school, he went back to find his elf.

There was no other way. House elves were not velvet elves. They could be seen everywhere. Going back home was the most convenient way he could think of.

However, it was not feasible. That guy Kreacher was still alive, but there were no young elves in the family anymore.

Moreover, even if you want to make do with Kreacher cooking, it won't work - when he heard that he was leaving the Black family's old house, the old house elf began a crazy act of self-mutilation, even with the owner's orders.

no.

So, he now had to find a new house elf before the summer, and it was better to pay than to have nowhere to look for...

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"Troll?"

In Lu Ping's office, Lu Ping, who was busy correcting papers, was startled by William who came to visit.

He happened to be in class, so William knocked on his office door and discussed with him a joint class for a large class - after Lockhart's live demonstration, William was much more flexible about class.

"That's too dangerous, Professor William."

After hesitating for a while, Lu Ping finally rejected this tempting choice.

As a practical person, how could he not know how much on-site internships can improve students? Not to mention that Professor William, who is still a test paper person, took the initiative to accept some of his theories, which made him feel quite recognized - don't look at Professor William

He is young, but as far as exams are concerned, his authority is such that even Snape would hold his nose and admit it.

"The campus hospital is very busy, and we are not very friendly with the Potions department - Professor Snape is willing to boil wolfsbane potion for me at the limit, and if you want to hold such a large-scale event, the necessary healing potion can be

Indispensable."

"I've already cooked it, three big cauldrons are full."

William shook his finger, "Everything is ready. If you are willing, we will adjust the class schedule with the other professors and spend the whole day organizing this activity."

It would be much easier to get the potion without getting stuck, and Lu Ping felt relieved. He simply put forward the final exam that he had originally prepared.

"Just the trolls are a bit too monotonous. How about adding other magical creatures and simply making it a large-scale assessment, which will be directly recorded in the final grade afterwards."

"It's too utilitarian, Professor Luping. What if the students are trapped in advance? Should we let the troll wait there stupidly?"

These words made Lu Ping wonder whether William wanted to see students fight trolls or trolls fight students.

"It shouldn't be... to be honest, the students who were trapped in the front should have failed the final theory..."

"Then let's set up multiple intersections..." William thought for a while and added, "Allow the lower grades to form teams. Three first graders will form a team, second graders will have two, and third graders will deal with them alone... The fourth grade will increase the number of trolls.

…”

"In addition, the scores are calculated based on percentages. It's up to us to decide how to divide them."

"What about fifth grade?"

Lu Ping began to check and fill in the gaps. He was already looking forward to this joint course.

The fifth grader has to take the OWLs exam, how to mobilize their enthusiasm...

"Fifth grade? It doesn't matter - they are definitely the best batch. To be honest, I suspect they may have mistaken the troll for me..."

William simply made a joke of his own.

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"Like adventure?"

"A ransom of three hundred galleons?"

Sirius read the reply and scolded the cheating former enemy again - he knew that the Slytherin he had beaten back then would not be so kind as to recommend any reliable house elf.

The house elf named Gold Coin doesn't know how to clean, and he thinks about adventures day by day. Now in Azkaban, the elf named Dobby has been under the Oblivion Curse. Not to mention what he will do, after rejecting Dumbledore's invitation

I have hit a brick wall in countless families because I have to ask for a salary.

'Forget about hiring that Dobby... No matter how powerful the Oblivion Curse is, it should have at least basic cooking skills. If not, it can be learned - I have never heard of a house elf who can't cook.'

Sirius hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to hire the house elf who didn't know how much he had left.

As for the gold coin...

He hesitated for a while.

'Azkaban is not a good place, I ran out...and met Harry...'

'Forget it, let's go together.'

He wrote to pay the ransom and gave Dobby a letter expressing his willingness to hire him.

'It's done, just wait for Harry to have a vacation during the summer!'

With some excitement, he uncovered the matter and began to look for other information.

——

"Bang! Bang!"

Two disembodiment sounds almost connected together sounded, and Sirius immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at the visitor.

But the next moment he stopped to prepare to cast the spell - it was two house elves.

If nothing else happens, it should be those two.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Black."

"Good afternoon, Master."

They bowed almost simultaneously.

"It's almost evening, I need to have dinner..."

Sirius, who was startled, subconsciously complained - if a wizard apparates into other people's rooms at will, it will be regarded as an attack.

"It's not evening. I haven't had dinner yet, Mr. Black. It's afternoon now."

Dobby was a little serious.
Chapter completed!