A Return Gift for Lucius

Dobby is easily satisfied; perhaps it should be said that he cares more about "freedom and respect."

After a brief negotiation, Dobby only wanted his weekly Galleon salary and a day off.

Wizet a contract with clear terms, though it didn't include any Magic Contract. But when Dobby pressed his handprint on it, large tears still fell onto the parchment.

"Lord... Wizet, shall I begin my work now?" Dobby carefully folded the parchment, his fingers tracing the pillowcase he was wearing.

One corner of the pillowcase floated into the air, its silk threads dancing, intertwining, and binding together to form a small cloth bag, just the right size to hold the parchment contract.

Wizet gave Dobby a deep look. The House-elf was even more amazing Dobby he had imagined. The precision and speed of his house magic alone were worth observing and learning from.

He took out a bottle of Potions and handed it to Dobby, saying, "Could you please give this to Mr. Lucius Malfoy as a thank you gift?"

Unlike his previous Potions, this time he used a metal Potions.

The reason he didn't use glass bottles to hold the Potions was because he was trying to imbue metal objects with properties through the "《Elementary Magic Forging》," and decided to take it a step further by forging them into Potions containers.

The properties that "《Elementary Magic Forging》" can grant are extremely limited. After practicing for the past few days, he can only use and reliably grant one property for the time being—Repelling Defilement.

By imbuing metal with stain-repellent properties, the metal will repel dust and other stains, allowing metal objects to maintain a brand-new appearance even without regular wiping or maintenance.

"Master... Wizet ..." Dobby raised the intricately patterned Potions, his lips trembling, tears welling in his eyes, "You have Dobby ..."

"It's just a normal return gift, don't overthink it or feel guilty," Wizet explained. "Also, only speak if Mr. Lucius Malfoy asks you anything."

"Wizet, Dobby doesn't understand..." Dobby- like ears twitched, and he asked in a puzzled tone, "Should Dobby say something?"

"Since the Death Eater used to gather often, you should have seen Voldemort at the Malfoy Manor, right?" Wizet asked.

Dobby swallowed hard. "Dobby seen... that 'person whose name can't be mentioned'..."

"That's good then. Imagine..." Wizet smiled slightly, "How Voldemort would respond when someone gives him a gift."

When dealing with people you don't know well, it's easy to say too much and make mistakes, so it's better to let Dobby speak freely.

Given the divergent thinking of Dobby and Lucius Malfoy, this subtle expression is more suitable for them.

Dobby looked at the Potions in his hand, his expression becoming hesitant. "But... Wizet..."

Wizet encouraged him, "Now that you and Mr. Lucius Malfoy are no longer in a master-servant relationship, you can have more confidence in yourself. As a free Dobby, confidence is also an expression of freedom."

"Confidence is the embodiment of freedom!" Dobby's eyes shone, his expression no longer hesitant. "Dobby will do it! Dobby will never let Wizet down!"

Malfoy Manor, where swirling snowflakes blanket the world outside the window.

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy settled into the dining room, where a fine, snow-white tablecloth covered the long table, and the silver cutlery gleamed softly, reflecting the snowy scenery outside and making it particularly eye-catching.

Steaming hot ham, roast beef, and fried eggs were served, and the aroma of the roast meat gradually filled the restaurant, mingling with the smoky scent of burning pine wood, creating a truly unique atmosphere.

Narcissa picked up a piece of bread, spread a layer of butter on it evenly, and placed it on Lucius's plate.

After doing all this, she looked at Draco Malfoy, who was unwrapping gifts in the distance, and said, "Draco, you should know what to do now."

"Okay, Mom." Draco immediately put down the gift box and strode into the dining room.

"Thank you, Mom." After sitting down, he took the bread Narcissa handed him and chewed it carefully without making a sound.

"You seem a little distracted?" Narcissa glanced at Lucius, Lucius frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the silver cutlery in front of him, revealing a hint of anxiety.

Hearing Narcissa's words, Lucius snapped out of his reverie, picked up a piece of bread, and took a bite. "It's nothing, I probably just didn't sleep well last night."

Narcissa nodded, looking at the House-elf who brought the nut bowl, and asked softly, "It seems a bit busier at home than usual, do you think so, Lucius?"

"Oh..." Lucius froze for a moment, but didn't take his eyes off the silver cutlery. "Perhaps it's because it's cold in winter, so his movements are a bit slow?"

"Perhaps? Although I haven't said why yet..." Narcissa picked up her wine glass and took a sip of the steaming mead. "Since everything's alright, that's good..."

Draco slightly raised his head, looking at his stiff-moving father and his mother with a warm smile, and swallowed his bread even faster.

Around noon, while the House-elf was preparing lunch, a loud "snap" suddenly came from the living room.

Upon seeing the House-elf appear before him, Lucius's eyelids twitched, and he demanded sharply, "Dobby, why did you come back?"

Facing his former master, Dobby couldn't help himself and instinctively answered, "Yes... Master sent me back..."

"You want him to come back? He..." Lucius's tone was tinged with fear, "He rejected you?"

Dobby shook his head, holding up the Potions in his arms. "He told me to give this to you..."

Lucius's eyes flickered, and he asked impatiently, "Did he say anything?"

Dobby recalled Wizet's words and tried to imitate the way that "the one whose name cannot be mentioned" spoke.

"He said...you have shown loyalty to me, this is a reward for you...continue to serve me, and remember what you are supposed to do..."

After saying these words, Dobby seemed to have used up all his strength, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

"Looks like he accepted it..." Lucius exhaled, took the Potions Dobby Dobbin's sweaty hands, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his lips.

Snap!

Watching Dobby disappear from sight, Lucius casually shook the Potions. "Wipe it clean for me."

A House-elf appeared and immediately took out a piece of chamois leather and wiped it twice.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? I told you to wipe it clean! Not a single sweat stain can be left! Do you want to be punished?"

"Master..." the House-elf bowed immediately in fright, "I've already wiped it clean... it didn't leave a single trace."

"It's clean?" Lucius brought the Potions to his face, frowning as he examined Potions. His expression then changed. "This is Goblin artifact?"