The Malfoy Manor at Wiltshire is undoubtedly famous in the wizarding world. As it is the mansion of the wealthy pure-blood Malfoy family.
Armand Malfoy, the progenitor of the Malfoy family, arrived in Britain with William the Conqueror as part of the invading Norman army. Having rendered unknown and shady services to King William I. Malfoy was given a prime piece of land in Wiltshire, seized from local landowners, upon which his descendants lived for ten consecutive centuries.
Malfoy Manor is a “handsome manor house” surrounded by elaborate gardens, including a fountain. The front door swings inward at a person’s approach without anyone visibly opening it. The hallway is large, dimly lit, and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet covering the floor.
The walls of the entrance hall display pale-faced portraits lining the walls, and at the end of the hall is the bronze-handled door leading to the drawing room.
Various evidence shows that the mansion’s owner lives a leisurely and luxurious life.
The sunlight shone on the narrow path he was walking, revealing a pale-faced man with a hurried expression.
He hurriedly walked on the path outside the manor through dense and low weeds and tall hedges, but it didn’t stop this man.
He finally arrived at the tall, gorgeous iron door before him; he didn’t stop there. He continued walking; when he was about to touch the iron gate, he went straight through it, and black smoke appeared.
The man returned to the manor.
Judging from his anxious expression and his little movements show how impatient he is. He had lost his elegance and calmness; he looked around and shouted, “Dobby!”
An explosion could be heard.
Then, a small figure appeared in front of the man. It has bat-like pointed ears, tennis ball-like green eyes, and a long pencil-like nose. It is a House Elf who is loyal to the Malfoy family.
“Master!” He lowered his head and then asked with a humble expression, “Are you looking for Dobby?”
The man seemed to suppress his anger and collect himself, “How many books are there that I asked you to give to that man?” He asked Dobby.
“There are six volumes in total, master.” Dobby replied to the man softly with fear.
“Damn it!” The man stood up and then kicked Dobby; Dobby flew a few meters away and landed next to the granite.
“Punish yourself!” He yelled.
Dobby nodded, then jumped and slammed his head against the rock beside him while shouting, “Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!”
A few minutes later, the man said to Dobby, “Enough.” Seems like some of his anger was gone when he saw the House Elf was dripping with blood from his head.
“Yes, Master.” The House Elf finally stops and tries to stand while feeling unstable.
“Now, tell me… did you or did you not lose a volume while taking it out?” The man asked.
“Master, when Dobby bought them from Flourish and Blotts Bookseller, they gave Dobby six volumes…” The House Elf shuddered, “When the clerk gave it to Dobby, there were only six volumes.”
“Lie! Lie! Liar!” The man angrily roared at Dobby, “Continue to punish yourself, liar!”
The House Elf then smashes his head frantically against the rock again.
“Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!” More blood coming out of his head, and he starts to lose his breath.
The Malfoy family seems to have heard the commotion and come to the source of the problem.
“What’s wrong dear?” A woman came in and asked the man standing there.
Seeing how Dobby is a mess and almost dies before them, she tells him, “Enough!”
Hearing this, Dobby finally stopped and collapsed on the floor, lying like a dead fish.
“What the hell is happening here, dear?” The woman asked the man again while tidying his collar.
“Because of those books… those books that the lord mentioned…” I’ve asked Dobby to give it to the lord… but today, the Italian suddenly wrote to me saying there are seven volumes in total, and Dobby got only six volumes…”
“Dad, why do you even want this dumb House Elf to do such an important thing?” A boy of the same age as Matthew came over.
The young master of the current Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy. In front of him are his father and mother, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy.
He proceeds to kick Dobby, whose lying on the ground lifelessly because he is blocking his way to his father. He then looks at his father curiously.
“Because those books are banned by the Ministry of Magic, they cannot pass the inspection of the Department of Mysteries. So the Italian disguised them as The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection and sent them to Flourish and Blotts Bookseller.” Lucius explained.
“So I asked Dobby to steal the book and give it to the man, even if he got caught. It won’t have anything to do with me, with us! Just the charge of holding the book is enough to send me straight to Azkaban and spend the rest of my life there!”
“Does that man know how many books are there?” Narcissa asked with a slow tone, trying to soothe Lucius.
“He… He shouldn’t know… yet…” Lucius shook his head while trying to recollect himself.
“Since he doesn’t know yet, just keep it from him. He might not be able to contact the Italian.” Narcissa suggested with a low voice, her hands over Lucius’s shoulders.
“What does that book look like, father? Perhaps I could help you find it!” Draco said while proudly putting his hand on his chest.
“Draco!” Lucius snapped; he looked at Draco with a stern expression, “Remember this! That book is not the kind of thing you should touch at all…”
While looking at Draco straight in the eye, he continues, “Those kinds of ancient and mysterious books, when you encounter them, never ever touch them! Let alone use it. Death is waiting for you if you use them… or worst….”
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