Everyone looked at the Firebolt in Harry's hand.

That's a Firebolt!

Who among the students can resist the temptation of Firebolt?

They gathered together and kept making strange noises. From a distance, Malfoy saw all this.

His face was full of indifference.

The excitement is all theirs.

It has nothing to do with yourself.

Malfoy felt a sense of desolation.

Loneliness will appear more intense when contrasted with excitement.

After swallowing the last bit of food, Malfoy stood up, turned and left the Great Hall.

Once upon a time, he remembered that when he replaced the academy players with Flywheel series flying broomsticks, he had absolute say in the Slytherin team.

Tell the truth.

But all this disappeared because of Dewey Jones and because his father turned into a werewolf.

Especially the betrayal of Goyle and Crabbe made Draco Malfoy mentally and physically exhausted.

He has not seen Professor Lu Ping recently and has accumulated many questions that he wants to ask him.

He no longer pays attention to these insignificant things.

He finished his breakfast and left the auditorium quickly. No one noticed him. He came to the corridor alone, but when he walked to an uninhabited corner, behind a suit of armor, a bear cookie was smashed.

come out.

Malfoy pulled out his wand.

"Who's behind that?"

He pointed his wand at the armor and asked sharply.

Just as he was asking this question, a house elf walked out from behind the armor. He was wearing a black dress and looked very clean.

"Master Malfoy."

That's what he called Malfoy.

When Draco heard this title, he looked at the house elf again for a while, and then he couldn't help but tentatively said: "Dobby?"

"Please call me Mr. Dobby."

Dobby repeated: "Call me Mr. Dobby, and I call you Master Malfoy, so you have to call me Mr. Dobby. I respect you and you respect me!"

Malfoy felt ridiculous, not just because he saw his lost house elf here again.

More importantly, what this elf said was obviously beyond his imagination. It was extremely surprising that he was wearing a formal suit, but he actually called himself Mr. Dobby.

Dobby, sir?

Malfoy looked around and found that no one was here, and he frowned.

"Who is your current master?"

"Dobby has no master, Dobby is a free elf!"

Dobby said again, "Dobby was entrusted by others to help you."

"A commission from someone else?"

"Help me?"
Chapter completed!