Chapter 181 – Trial (1)
"The bastards!"
With a loud shout, Lockhart almost fell through the door to the dining room, scaring our two new house elves, Winky and Dobby. When we hired them, it turned out the latter was once in the Malfoy household, but when it fell apart, he got sent to Hogwarts. With all the commotion happening later, many elves were in a kind of limbo, undecided about where they would end up eventually. Luckily for us, both were grateful to be given a home and to stay with us. The former was happy because she seemingly relished the idea of finally serving a wizarding family once again. The latter, on the other hand, after hearing my name, was surprisingly adamant about coming with Winky and constantly going on about working for the one who killed his evil Master. Huh...
"What’s wrong?" I chuckled, biting into my sandwich. "Don’t scare poor Winky!"
"Ah, sorry, sorry!" He smiled at her hurriedly before shrugging and throwing the current issue of the Daily Prophet on the table. It had an image of me, with the headline ’The Story of the Youngest Murderer,’ highlighted in bold letters.
"You look good on the front page." Quincy chuckled, making the elves tiptoe to take a look at it.
"Master is dashing!" Winky agreed while Dobby was tilting his head, his massive eyes looking questioningly at us.
"Why do people write lies about Young Master? They are horrible!"
"Well, it isn’t exactly lies." I answered with a chuckle, picking it up and reading some parts of it. "We did make sure one of the evil teachers, who was just as bad as Lucius Malfoy, disappeared. And I killed your old owner, no?"
"Someone worse than Old Master? That can’t be!" Dobby gasped, and thanks to Quincy’s quick reflexes, she pulled out the plate from between his fingers. Poor Dobby did have issues, always trying to self-punish when he made a mistake. Or when he thinks he made one. Or when the Malfoys come up and he curses at them. Haaah, I don’t want to know what he went through, but the first day was mainly about Winky following him and berating him because she had to clean up the broken plates he had been smashing against his head.