The final result was likely to disappoint her. Dobby was just a special case, and did not represent the vast majority of house-elves.
As Hagrid said, there were one or two freaks in every species.
Other house-elves would not like freedom like Dobby, and they would not accept wages. It was a disgrace to them.
"Thank you, Miss, Master Elwyn!" Dobby said, smiling at the two of them, showing a lot of teeth. "After Sparkle was released, Dobby took her to find a lot of wizard families, hoping that they would take her in. Most wizards did not want a house-elf who was paid. They said that it was not the quality of a house-elf, and then they slammed the door on Dobby and Sparkle! Some wizards were willing to let Sparkle work for them for free, but Dobby could not give Sparkle to them. She needed to work, but she also had to wear clothes and get paid like Dobby. "
The Hogwarts house-elves began to move away quietly, avoiding Dobby, as if he was carrying some kind of contagious bacteria.
Sparkle did not move, but the volume of her crying had obviously increased.
She wept so bitterly that she suddenly fell forward from the stool and fell face first on the flagstone floor.
Sparkle beat her small fists and screamed in pain.
Hermione quickly squatted beside her and tried to comfort her, but no matter what Hermione said, it did not work.
Dobby continued to tell his story, screaming loudly to drown out Sparkle's cries.
"Dobby suddenly had an idea, Master Elwyn. Dobby thought of the Hogwarts. There was enough work here, and it was convenient for Dobby to study Sparkle. Also, Professor Dumbledore was very willing to take her in and pay her," Dobby said. "He was the greatest wizard besides Harry Potter and Master Elwyn. Dobby had heard a lot about him."
A very bright smile appeared on Dobby's face, and tears of joy filled his eyes.
"How much did Professor Dumbledore pay you?"
"He originally planned to give Dobby ten gold coins a week, but Dobby didn't want it. Young Master Elwyn has already paid Dobby. Dobby is only here to help!" Dobby said. "When the holidays come, Dobby will have to return to Young Master Elwyn's house."
"Hmph!" Hermione didn't say anything. She glared at Elwyn.
She knew that Elwyn only paid Dobby one gold coin a week, which she thought was too little.
She had tried to persuade Elwyn to pay Dobby more than once, but to no avail.
Every time this matter was brought up, Dobby would be terrified.
He would hug Elwyn and wail in pain, repeatedly asking if Elwyn didn't want him anymore!
Dobby believed that too much wealth and leisure time were terrible. In his words, he liked freedom, but he didn't want too much freedom.
Compared with leisure and wealth, he preferred work.
"What about you, Sparkly? How much does Professor Dumbledore pay you?" Hermione continued to ask.
If she thought this would make Sparkly happy, it was a big mistake.
Sparkly did stop crying, but she sat up. Her two huge brown eyes stared fiercely at Hermione, and her wet face suddenly became angry.
"Sparkly is a house-elf who has been kicked out of the house, but Sparkly is not paid!" she said in a shrill voice. "Sparkly has not fallen to that extent! Sparkly is ashamed of freedom! "
"Ashamed?" Hermione said blankly. "Sparkly, listen to me! It is Mr. Crouch who should be ashamed, not you! You have done nothing wrong. He is too cruel to you! "
But when Sparkly heard this, she quickly put her hands over the two holes in her hat and flattened her ears.
So she could not hear, and then she shrieked, 'You shall not insult my master, miss! Don't you insult my Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch is a good wizard, miss! Mr. Crouch fired the bad Sparkly, and he did the right thing! "
"Sparkly's wages are with Dobby. She refused to take them, so Dobby saved them for her and gave them to Sparkly when she needed them!" Dobby whispered to them in a shrill voice. "Dobby helped Sparkly get the same wages from Dumbledore, one gold coin a week. But Sparkly has no holidays, and Dobby couldn't persuade her."
"You did a good job, Dobby!" said Hermione, looking uneasily at the wailing Sparkly.
Hearing her praise, Dobby smiled shyly again.
"I can't believe she still thinks Mr. Crouch is doing the right thing."
"Sparkly needs time to adjust, miss," Dobby continued. "Sparkly has forgotten that she has made a clean break with Mr. Crouch. She can say what she wants now, but she can't do it."
"Why, when house-elves comment on their masters, can't they say what they think?" asked Hermione, frowning.
"Oh, no, absolutely not!" Dobby said, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "This is the rule of house-elf slaves. We keep our masters' secrets, keep silent, maintain the honor of our families, and never speak ill of our masters. But Professor Dumbledore said to Dobby that he doesn't insist that we do this. He said that we can. "
Dobby suddenly looked uncomfortable and moved closer to Elwyn and Hermione.
He lowered his voice a little more to make sure that the others couldn't hear what he said.
"He said that if we want, we can call him a fool!"
Then Dobby raised his body and gave a frightened laugh.
"If you want, you can call me that. It's your freedom, Dobby!" said Elwyn.
"Me too!" Hermione added.
"No, no, miss, young master Elwyn!" Dobby hurriedly shook his head, his face showing a frightened expression. He shook his head and flapped his ears. "Dobby doesn't want to do that, Dobby will never do that. Dobby likes young master Elwyn and your friends very much. Dobby is willing to keep your secrets, keep silent for you, and be proud of it. "
"Thank you!" said Elwyn with relief.
Dobby's eyes quickly filled with tears and he looked gratefully at Elwyn.
"Oh, what about Malfoy? Can you say what you want now?" Elwyn hurriedly asked.
He knew that if he didn't find something to continue talking about, Dobby would hold his thigh and cry again.
Hearing Elwyn's words, a trace of fear flashed across Dobby's huge eyes.
"Dobby, Dobby can!" He said with uncertainty, puffing up his small face. "Dobby can tell young master Elwyn that Dobby's old master was, was, was a very bad Dark Wizard!"
Dobby stood there for a moment, his whole body trembling, scared silly by his own bold actions.
Then, he rushed to the nearest table and started banging his head on it, screaming, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! "
Elwyn hurriedly grabbed the back of Dobby's tie and pulled him away from the table.
"Thank you, young master Elwyn. Thank you." Dobby said breathlessly, rubbing his forehead.
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