"Kleis?" Su Er recognized the house-elf standing beside his bed and asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
"Young master!" Kleis shrieked. "Kleis is making young master's bed and cleaning young master's quarters! Kleis hopes young master will sleep a little better here."
"Young master is distinguished and should have a room of his own! But I went to the headmaster, and the headmaster did not agree to my suggestion!"
"Wait." Su Er reached up and rubbed his brow. "What did you call me?"
"Young master, you are Kleis's master. Kleis is willing to be young master's family house-elf and give everything for young master. Whatever young master wants Kleis to do, Kleis will do."
As Kleis spoke, he bent deeply at the waist, his shrill voice brimming with fervor.
Su Er was rather bewildered. He had slept for over half a month, and now he had woken up with a house-elf of his own? Although he had considered coaxing a house-elf away from the Hogwarts Kitchens, why had one delivered himself to his door?
"Why are you calling me master? Aren't you supposed to be in the Hogwarts Kitchens..." Although Su Er rather wanted a house-elf, that did not mean he would immediately feel comfortable accepting the allegiance of one who had appeared out of nowhere, even if he knew Kleis.
"Also, does Professor Dumbledore know you're calling me master?"
"Kleis does not belong to the headmaster. To be precise, Kleis belongs to Hogwarts, to..." Kleis raised his head and glanced at the two people in the room and the young wizards watching from outside the door.
"To the lady, and to her alone. The lady gave her belongings to young master, and that includes Kleis."
Su Er understood. Before Helga Hufflepuff left, she had stuffed a glowing