It was a little elf who didn’t look timid at all. He straightened his back and looked at Sherlock and the other two.
The elf named Abby looked at him and seemed to be disgusted, as if he was looking at an alien.
Not only him, but all the other elves’ eyes were also like this elves were not their companion.
“It’s Dobby, Professor. He didn’t clean it up enough, or did he break something? If so, please punish him. He was too disrespectful. When he came to work at Hogwarts, he actually asked Professor Dumbledore for his salary! Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore is a kind person and is willing to pay him, but this still puts the elf in shame!”
Abby expressed his disgust for Dobby without any concealment in his tone.
But Duobi didn’t care at all. Under the repulsive gaze, he stood with his chest raised and his head raised, as if he didn’t feel any shame, but was very proud.
Professor McGonagall was not here to solve the internal problems of the elf. She sent Abby and other domestic elves away, leaving only Dobi alone.
“If Dobi does not do a good job, you can deduct Dobi’s reward, but you cannot punish Dobi! Because Dobi is a free domestic elf!”
Dobi is indeed different from other domestic elfs, and it can be clearly seen from his words and deeds.
But Sherlock didn’t have time to study the psychological changes of the house elf at this time, and he asked directly.
“Your work is done well, and there is no problem. We came to you just want to know. Did you find a straw in the trash can in an empty classroom these two days when you were cleaning the first floor of the underground classroom?”
Dobby immediately thought of what Sherlock said.
“Yes, Dobby found a straw that was thrown into the trash can by the great Harry Potter, and Dobby treasured it!”
Hearing him say this, Sherlock and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, and both saw a look of surprise in each other’s eyes.
It was best if Dobby didn’t clean the straw directly, saving them a lot of trouble.
“Can you give us that straw? Dobby. Now Hogwarts has something bad happened to this straw, and we need to use it to find clues.”
Professor McGonagall did not forcefully to bring things from Dobby. Dobby was also reasonable. He expressed his willingness to help the professors in the school.
He took Sherlock and the other two to his place to live, took out a rag package, and after opening it, it was filled with some tattered gadgets.
Sherlock saw several parchment papers with Harry’s name written inside, and he guessed that these were allCompared to what Harry had picked up, something he lost.
This house elf is obviously a big fan of Harry.
And among the piles of mixed things, they also found the withered straw at a glance.
From the outside, it looks like there is nothing special about it, but Sherlock, who has dealt with the straw man once, did not relax any warning about the straw.
After taking the straw from Dobby and confirming that there was no special spell on the straw itself, Professor McGonagall studied it with a serious expression for a long time in the vice president’s office.
“So how do we rely on this thing to find that black magic creature?”
Sherlock had no choice but to look at Shilk. After all, whether it is to know the situation of the straw man or to find something, she is the real expert.