Malfoy's Warm Hospitality

"Sir, this is your room." A House Elf very respectfully led Aaron to the guest room. "My servant said that you can ask me to do anything you need at any time."

Aaron looked at the House Elf's prominent green eyes, then glanced at his dirty clothes, which could hardly be called clothes, and frowned slightly.

"Don't be so nervous. Can you tell me your name?"

"Dobby, my name is Dobby," the House-elf said excitedly, but perhaps he was a little too excited, as tears and snot were about to flow out.

Aaron handed him a piece of paper. "You need to control your emotions. Our house -House Elf never cry."

"Yes, thank you, sir." The House-elf choked back tears and wiped his nose with the rags on his body. "These past few days have been the happiest days Dobby. Thank you so much, sir."

"Thank me?"

Aaron was a little confused. It seemed that this was the first time he had met the elf, and they had never interacted before.

"Yes," Dobby said nervously but with great certainty. "After the young master went on vacation, he treated Dobby a little better Dobby before and didn't punish him Dobby."

"It's all thanks to your guidance at Hogwarts, sir, although the servants still treat Dobby same as before."

Aaron then remembered that he had indeed reminded Draco to show more respect to those stronger than himself, but that was a few months ago and he hadn't taken it to heart.

"You don't need to thank me. To be honest, I only mentioned it once or twice."

"Just as Harry Potter said, you are a humble person," Dobby said, but he immediately regretted it; he shouldn't have mentioned Harry Potter.

Suddenly, Dobby looked up and saw Aaron staring at him with suspicion, which made Dobby a step back.

What did you just say?

"It's nothing, sir." Dobby's eyes darted away, and he quickly lowered his head.

"Harry Potter?" Aaron sat in his chair, crossed his legs, and slowly poured himself a glass of water. "I don't think I misheard, and I don't think a lowly Malfoy family House-elf would have any connection with the famous Harry Potter."

Dobby swallowed hard, wanting to explain, but not knowing how to begin.

"Either it was Mr. Lucius's order, or you did it on your own, but the latter is basically impossible, so it can only be the former."

So here's the problem: Malfoy doesn't like Harry Potter, but their House-elf seem to have the exact opposite feeling about Harry Potter.

I doubt Malfoy's daughter would know this!

"Sir," Dobby looked at Aaron sadly and pleaded, "Please don't tell them it's all Dobby's fault. It was Dobby who initiated contact with Harry Potter."

"What did you do?" Aaron asked, frowning.

Dobby intercepted Harry's letters and even managed to tell his family that untrained Warlock cannot use magic freely.

"Beautiful, doesn't your conscience hurt?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, inwardly marveling at Malfoy's cunning.

Intercepting the letters wouldn't have much of an impact on Harry; at most, it would just reduce his emotional comfort.

But telling his mean-spirited aunts that Harry can't use magic outside of school is tantamount to erasing their fear of magic.

It's possible that this family will continue to bully Harry in the future, just as they have in the past, and may even become more ruthless.

Dobby tapped his index fingers together, and said somewhat guiltily, "Dobby also asked him to promise not to go back to Hogwarts, but this was Dobby's own idea, and it was for Harry Potter's sake."

"What? Isn't that going too far?"

He endured more than ten years of hardship to finally have the opportunity to go to Hogwarts, and you actually want him to go back to that miserable life of living under someone else's roof and suffering in dire straits.

"It would be better to kill him! At least it would be more satisfying than having no hope at all."

Dobby paused for a moment, his nose twitched slightly, then he turned around and slammed his head against the table, deliberately choosing a sharp spot to hit his head.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of the impact, mixed with screams, was Dobby for Aaron to bear to watch, and he quickly pulled Dobby away a little.

"To be honest, I feel a little sorry for you," Aaron sighed. "You must have suffered a lot of abuse at the Malfoy family."

Dobby nodded, but then realized that such thoughts were disrespectful to others, and the idea of self-harm suddenly came to mind again.

"If you want to bang your head against the wall, please find another place. It's rather impolite to do so in front of me, your guest."

"Yes, sir," Dobby aggrieved.

"Don't think I'm heartless."

How you carry out Malfoy's orders, whether it's good or bad, is none of my business.

Your approach to Harry Potter was well-intentioned, and it has nothing to do with the Malfoy family or me.

"I simply don't want to see the House-elf hurt himself in front of me, and then I have to go through the trouble of stopping him," Aaron explained. "But don't worry, I won't tell Malfoy what you did."

"Thank you, sir. You are a kind person." Dobby said as he slowly left the room. "If you need anything, please let me know."

"Knew."

After Dobby left, Aaron put Abei on the table and then looked around the room.

The room was on the third floor of the castle, with excellent natural light, and you could see the garden and fountain below through the window.

The interior is well-equipped, with a desk, mirror, bathroom, and bedroom—everything you could need, and everything exudes luxury, something that ordinary hotels can't match.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention." Aaron looked at Abei with a serious expression, "The outside world is not like your own home, nor Hogwarts. You need to be more discreet."

Don't show your wings, be a little polite, and most importantly, control your appetite.

Abei nodded as if it understood, but it wasn't until lunchtime that it truly grasped Aaron's meaning.

At the dinner table, the Lucius couple were a little too enthusiastic, constantly urging Dobby food, which was piled high with all kinds of dishes.

"We didn't know what you liked to eat, so we prepared a little extra," Narcissa said with a smile.

"Uh... I'm not that picky about food."

"Also, Uncle and Aunt, you've prepared a bit too much." Aaron said apologetically.

He now understood how Abei felt during their first meal together. Jeans had also prepared a large table of dishes, but he wasn't as thick-skinned as Abei and accepted it with a clear conscience, not treating himself like an outsider at all.

"What are you saying?"

"Aaron, you are a guest of the Malfoy Manor, so it's only right that we extend our hospitality," Draco said, then placed a chicken leg on Abei's plate. "This little fellow must be starving."

Abei's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he slurped his saliva. Just as he reached out his paw, Aaron smacked him.

"Mind your manners." Aaron whispered his meaning in the Dragon Language, but to the three members of the Malfoy family, it sounded like heavy breathing.

Abei realized what was happening and reluctantly suppressed her desire to eat. Although she was very tempted by the food on the table, she quietly waited for someone to feed her.

"Aaron, your cat seems a bit different from others!" Lucius looked at Abei, who was lying on the table, with curiosity, feeling that this was no ordinary cat.

"Abei is professionally trained and more sensible than the average pet," Aaron explained, giving Draco a look that told him not to reveal Abei's identity.

Draco chuckled awkwardly and continued eating.

"By the way, Aaron, there's something I hope you can help me with," Draco said hesitantly after they had finished eating and drinking.

"You say."

Draco pointed to Nimbus 2001, which was placed in the corner. "Weren't you Seeker? I'd like to ask you to train me."

"Huh?" Aaron glanced at Draco. "You want to Seeker?"

"Yes, the Seeker is the Soul Stone of the team."

Harry Potter is Gryffindor's Seeker, so my rank on the house team can't be lower than his!

I'm quite adept at using the Magic Broom, but I haven't received any professional training, so I have to ask for your help.

"I can help you with that, but..." Aaron looked at Lucius and Narcissa, "But it requires your consent and that you be mentally prepared."

My training methods might be a little harsh, and you could get injured if you're not careful.

Narcissa was a little worried when she heard this, but Lucius didn't care. "It's common to get injured in Quidditch Match. Draco was mentally prepared for this when he chose not to join the team."

Besides, I don't think the Malfoy family children are that delicate.

"Since Uncle Lucius has said so, I won't refuse," Aaron said half-jokingly. "Consider it payment for the two days' lodging and food."

"That's wonderful!" Draco exclaimed, overjoyed. "Do you need me to prepare Magic Broom for you? Nimbus 2001 has a few spares."

"No need, I have this." Aaron said, taking a dark blue blanket out of his bag.

Upon seeing the flying carpet, Lucius's eye twitched slightly. "Is this Flying Carpet? I remember the Ministry of Magic banned its use a long time ago."

"I'm just using it on my private property, the Ministry of Magic shouldn't be able to interfere!" Aaron said with a shy smile. The Ministry of Magic prohibits many things, but it still turns a blind eye to people of questionable status.