Pansy Suddenly Returns Home

Dobby is a quirky House-elf. During the summer holidays, he intercepted Harry's mail without his master's permission—for Harry's safety.

He even kept mentioning the freedom that other House-elf feared like the plague.

He is now reportedly working at Hogwarts.

Harry was actually a little worried because before Dobby left, he had said Dobby about keeping an eye on Professor Riddle.

Just as Harry was reminiscing about Dobby's great achievements, Diddy finally spoke.

"Dobby—, sir, may I say something bad about him?"

"He is nothing like a normal House-elf, completely disregarding our honor."

"Not to mention the wages, he even dared to bother Mr. Riddle, who is also our master." Diddy lowered his head, his bat ears trembling slightly, looking extremely ashamed.

When he mentioned wages, Harry even suspected that for a moment he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"Is he alright?"

"I mean, Professor Riddle didn't make things difficult for him, did he?" Harry frowned, looking very worried.

"After the great Headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, intervened, Dobby didn't—he didn't." Diddy looked very sad.

Harry could even see a hint of resentment in Dobby's expression; it seemed unfair to him that Dobby hadn't been punished.

But Diddy, being House-elf, dared not think in that direction—that would be tantamount to questioning Dumbledore's decision.

"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

After confirming that Hagrid Diddy the others didn't need him for the time being, Didi bowed to everyone and then disappeared.

Hagrid, while eating, curiously inquired about Dobby's story.

"There are even House-elf like this!" Hagrid exclaimed while munching on a chicken leg.

His bewildered expression made Ron grin.

At that time, he also experienced Dobby.

Now that Ron saw Hagrid and knew he wasn't the only one like him, Ron felt a sense of balance.

"Dobby is strange, isn't he?"

"Hey, Hephaestus, here, have a chicken leg." Ron nodded in satisfaction and tossed a chicken leg into the fireplace.

Draco was also squatting to the side, stuffing wood into the container.

Harry and Ginny, on the other hand, were all snuggled together.

After Hagrid finished his meal, Ron, whose interest came and went quickly, turned his attention to Hagrid, who was picking his teeth.

"It seems I have two eyelids; when I open the second one, I can see everything in the Forbidden Forest."

"I can feel water droplets sliding down, flowers blooming, and I can even see dust in the air." Hagrid looked dazed again.

"Are there flowers in winter?" Ron raised his hand, looking puzzled.

"Idiot, haven't you ever taken Herbology?" Draco rolled his eyes. There are plenty of magical plants that bloom in winter.

"I just didn't expect it." Ron said it was all Hephaestus's fault; he had been too engrossed in the mystery.

Hephaestus shuddered in bewilderment, the chicken bones and wood inside his stomach crackling.

"How did the Nether Dragon become extinct?"

"They are so powerful." After Hagrid mentioned his amazing abilities, Draco thought of dragons again, his focus completely different from Harry and the others.

"They don't like to reproduce."

"Even if they have offspring, the maternal Nether Dragon are not good mothers; they abandon their eggs once they are laid."

"In addition, each of the Nether Dragon is too powerful, and their vast territories make it difficult for them to meet."

"This further reduces the already low reproduction rate," Hagrid sighed, his face full of disappointment.

The days that followed were peaceful.

Harry spent all day brewing Potions in his dorm, with Ginny by his side.

Ron and Draco spent all their time going to Hagrid's place, all for Hephaestus.

Draco should have spent all his time with his girlfriend, just like Harry.

However, the day after Hephaestus's birth, a letter arrived that led Pansy to leave Hogwarts.

It is said that several of her relatives died mysteriously.

The time and cause of death were never mentioned in his mind.

Draco had wanted to go along, but a letter from his father that followed stopped him from doing so.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father, and his father must have anticipated Draco's thoughts.

"That's really strange."

"I've met some of Pansy's relatives as well."

"They are all very young, and have only recently graduated from Hogwarts."

"My dad won't let me go; he wants me to stay at Hogwarts."

"But he also said that the funeral was actually not dangerous."

"Isn't that weird?" Draco, who had just finished watching Hephaestus, complained to Harry in the Great Hall while stuffing his steak into his mouth.

Ron, standing to the side, nodded, looking as if he already knew, presumably having found out beforehand when he went to Hagrid's place with Draco.

"According to you, all the young people in her relatives' families have died, which may be related to inheritance and family lineage."

"Even though you are Pansy's fiancé, you are not officially married yet, and there's also your family's reputation—"

"You should understand now," Harry waved his hand, reassuring Draco.

"All right."

"That's right!"

"Harry, what Potions have you been brewing lately?"

"You're starting to smell almost like Professor Snape now." Draco said, then sniffed at Harry. "Yeah, that's the smell!"

"If you spend all your time with Potions ingredients, you'll end up like that," Harry rolled his eyes.

They smoothly shifted the topic to the taste, since they couldn't, and shouldn't, talk about anything concerning Moon City. The moment they actually saw Moon City, all related memories were automatically covered by a strange magic.

They are unable to disclose any information about it to the outside world, not even by writing.

"What Potions?" Draco raised an eyebrow, noticing that Harry seemed reluctant to answer the question.

"This involves trade secrets," Ron quickly explained.

Harry couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Damn Ron!

Harry was originally planning to just make up a Potions, but Ron's flawed lies ruined everything.

"It's not a trade secret!"

"Haven't I heard recently that there are a lot of modified Muggle items appearing in Diagon Alley?"

"I'm going to combine Muggle shampoo and Potions to create a better shampoo—you know, that's how my ancestors made their fortune."

Ginny always complained that her hair was a bit messy.

"Right, Ginny?" Harry frantically signaled with his eyes to the half of Draco's face that he couldn't see.

"Mmm." Taking advantage of Draco's inattention, Ginny glared fiercely at Harry and Ron.

"I want to use it after the research is successful." Draco touched his hairline worriedly.

He was afraid that his hairline would recede with age, just like his father's.