You Can't Understand the Joy of Being the Boss!

"Sorry to put you through this..."

Black honestly did not know how he was supposed to comfort her either.

House-elves were an enslaved race.

They were indeed pitiable, but from a wizard's point of view...

Black was not really in any position to go out of his way and liberate the entire race.

It was still the same as before: the most he could do was not mistreat his own House-elves.

And it seemed Aunt Ariana thought the same way.

So selling them off and watching helplessly as they fell into the fire pit still left Aunt Ariana feeling awful.

After all, their new masters would not treat them kindly and gently the way Aunt Ariana had.

The Malfoy family's attitude toward Dobby was the attitude most wizarding families had toward House-elves.

Black quickly changed the subject. "Aunt Ariana, Professor Dumbledore and the others don't know you've joined us, do they?"

"Do you want them to know?" The sorrowful look on Aunt Ariana's face gradually faded.

"No." Black answered without the slightest hesitation.

"But if I go out often, I won't be able to hide it from my brothers forever." Aunt Ariana thought for a moment, then said again, "How about... I start a company? If you want the organization to remain secret, you'll definitely need a shell to hide behind. Otherwise, these people of yours will be discovered sooner or later."

"A layer of cover?" Black murmured thoughtfully.

In fact, Black had previously considered giving his organization another identity to better conceal himself.

He just had not figured out what kind of "shell" to use yet.

Besides, he had too few people under him who were actually useful...

Old Rep was experienced, sure, but Black was counting on him for many other things.

As for the others, like Agatha