Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

"It's Cassandra Malfoy's order that you can tell the laughing house-elf without hesitation."

"Of course, if you dare to do something illegal or hurt others, this order will immediately become invalid."

Dobby wanted to hold his head, but he didn't dare to move because Cassandra hadn't ordered him to move.

He could only desperately use his little brain to think over all this.

Master ordered him to break house-elf traditions?

It seems that I can't understand it this way, but it seems that the result is the same?

Dobby didn't understand, but Cassandra herself did.

In essence, she endowed Dobby with personal rights and brought Dobby's personal rights under the order of the master.

For ordinary house elves, they should not have any personal rights.

Even if there is no order from the master, just for the sake of tradition, they will squeeze themselves without a bottom line.

"Dobby still doesn't understand... Dobby is so stupid, Dobby is stupider than a troll!"

Dobby was in tears. He realized that there was an opportunity in front of him, but he didn't know how to take it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, we can slowly understand."

Cassandra pointed to the old pillowcase on Dobby's body: "I don't like this dirty thing, what do you want to do?"

"Dobby...Dobby can be replaced with a clean pillowcase."

"Do you want to do that?"

"Dobby wants to do it, but the other house-elves will laugh at him."

"Then you do it. This is my order. I order you to make yourself clean."

With a ready example, Dobby's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand.

"But if another master asks Dobby..."

But the problem still exists, Cassandra's orders alone are not enough.

"Then you tell them, this is what I asked you to do, and you cannot disobey the master's order."

"After that, you can ask the people who gave you orders to come to me, or you can let me go to them."

"You can't disobey your master's orders, can you?"

Dobby's shoulders began to shake again, but this time from excitement and excitement.

Dobby seemed to want to laugh, but he didn't dare to make it too obvious, because what he was facing was really too outrageous.

"Dobby understands, Dobby wants to clean himself right now, can master Dobby do this?"

"Go, Dobby, and bring me something to eat."

"Yes, Dobby is going to bring food for the great little master Cassandra!"

Dobby screamed and disappeared, and even if he couldn't see Dobby's people, Cassandra seemed to be able to hear Dobby's joyful laughter.

【Congratulations, you have conquered your first loyal servant. 】

014 The Mutant Fairy

[According to the quantity and quality of servants, you will get a certain promotion. 】

【You have won the allegiance of the house elf Dobby. 】

[You have been blessed by the house elf Dobby: Snap your fingers to cast a spell. 】

[You can snap your fingers instead of chanting to release a spell, but it is only limited to the spells you have mastered up to level 4. 】

The system's murmurs reappeared, but this time it was not to trick Cassandra into becoming the Dark Lord.

Can there be rewards for harvesting servants?

This was a pleasant surprise.

Originally, Cassandra empowered Dobby more because she wanted to gain Dobby's allegiance.

And what could be more trustworthy than a free and kind house-elf?

With Dobby, at least Cassandra doesn't have to worry about Narcissa and little Draco's secret tricks.

After all, for their mother and son, the current Cassandra is really not a family member, but more of a guy who grabs family property.

There was a snap, and Dobby appeared.

Carrying a tray with grilled sausages, pudding, a chicken leg, cake and treacle pie, Cassandra's stomach growled.

"Master Cassandra, Dobby prepared these for you, do you like them?"

"Very well, I like it very much. Also, your clothes look much better now."

Cassandra looked at the clean white pillowcase on Dobby's body and praised Dobby again.

Dobby trembled all over, and subconsciously wanted to hit the door again.

But this time, he held back and said timidly, "Thank you, little master, for your compliment, Dobby."

But when Cassandra turned her gaze away, the secretly delighted smile on the corner of his mouth could no longer be hidden.

He has gradually understood what kind of power Cassandra has given him.

Satisfied with food and drink, Cassandra did not wait for the arrival of the Malfoys. It seemed that they planned to pretend that today's event did not happen.

Sure enough, around nine o'clock in the evening, Dobby reappeared.

"Master Lucius asked Dobby to tell little master Cassandra that you can rest now, and Dobby will prepare everything for you."

"Of course, if you have anything to say, you can go to him before ten o'clock in the evening, or ask Dobby to do it for you."

Cassandra didn't answer directly, but looked at Dobby and asked curiously: "Didn't father comment on your new clothes?"

These words made Dobby's shoulders tremble, but he immediately looked at Cassandra with grateful eyes: "Master Lucius was very angry at first."

"But I heard from Dobby that it's you, little master, who hate dirty clothes. After making Dobby have to change into new clean clothes, Master Lucius allowed Dobby to wear this suit."

"But at the same time let Dobby tell you that Dobby cannot be treated preferentially. Dobby is only your servant, slave and toy."

Dobby looked at Cassandra timidly, worried that Cassandra would take back the order because of Lucius' words.

Cassandra smiled slightly: "You did a good job, Dobby."

"I want to take a shower and rest, can you prepare my pajamas and clothes for tomorrow?"

Dobby finally stopped hiding this time, and laughed openly: "I'll leave everything to Dobby!"

After taking a hot bath in the bathtub that came with the room, Cassandra lay on the big soft bed and fell asleep peacefully.

Finally entering the magical world, she looks forward to what will happen tomorrow.

Will you go to Diagon Alley?

When Cassandra woke up the next day, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

It seems that she was really tired yesterday.

Cassandra was still a little unaccustomed to not having Miss Joan to wake someone up.

"More than?"

"Dobby is here, little master Cassandra."

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Master Narcissa heard that you hadn't woken up yet, so she ate with little master Draco, but asked Dobby to save a portion for you, little master."

"If you don't like it, Dobby can do it."

Dobby is clearly in a state of euphoria, wishing to contribute more to Cassandra.

Cassandra is not a pampered person, in fact, her food in the orphanage is worse than ordinary people.

After all, you know everything about big pot dishes.

As for the big pot dishes in the UK, if you don’t understand the analogy, you can understand it.

"Bring it to me, I trust your craft, Dobby."

"Yes, little master!"

Cassandra cared more about Narcissa's attitude than whether the breakfast was good or not.

Allowing yourself to sleep in can be interpreted as isolation or pampering.

Coupled with the matter of deliberately asking Dobby to leave a breakfast, Cassandra judged that her attitude should still be friendly now.

In that case, go and say hello to her later.

Cassandra did not want to be enemies of Narcissa and Draco, there was no question about that.

The only question is whether their mother and son will trust Cassandra.

There is nothing Cassandra can do about it.

She will not impress each other with time and true feelings like the heroine of a bitter drama.

They really don't understand, so they just use their fists to impress each other.

Opening the curtains, admiring the beautiful scenery outside the curtains, Cassandra stretched comfortably.

It has to be said that the life of the nobles is indeed luxurious and leisurely.

And this is the life Cassandra wants to have in this life.

Of course, the premise is that there is no need to face the Tom Riddle who cannot say his name.

Sacrificing his own nose to Voldemort is dangerous, Malfoy Manor will still be the stronghold of Death Eaters in the future.

So all this is a temporary beauty, and Cassandra needs to control her own strength and wealth.

"Why do you feel that something is missing?"

Cassandra tossed her hair, her silky blond locks needing no attention at all.

It only needs to be gently shaken to return to the most perfect posture.