"Little Master Darren, I will now send him to Mr. Dumbledore, and you can wait in this sweet shop, where the little ones love the cakes."
Paggie smiled and pulled Darren to the dessert shop and sat down, ordering him a piece of cake. After three turns, Paggie pulled Mundungus away.
After a while, Darren saw Paggie's phantom figure return, this time taking away a cute-looking girl.
Paggie also said something to those who remained around to watch the bustle, and then Mr. Granger was taken away by them.
Darren touched his chin, unsure of what Dumbledore was planning. It seemed like it was creating quite a commotion.
Alas, he did not expect that the original altercation, which may not have involved more than a few words, would escalate to such a level.
"Boy, it's not good to eat cake anymore."
A voice disrupted Darren's train of thought. He lowered his head to look at the delicious cake in front of him.
According to his psychological age, he was already an adult. Would he be ridiculed for indulging in such childish treats?
However, the sweet aroma of the cake tempted him, and he couldn't resist taking a bite.
Well, he didn't particularly enjoy eating such things; he was only concerned about Paggie wasting money. It was as if Paggie had just seen the clerk give the baker a golden gallon.
Although he had only seen the Harry Potter books and movies, he knew that a Galleon could buy a lot of candy. The cost of just one cake surprised him.
Sure enough, magical confections were quite the lucrative business.
An hour later, Paggie stood at the door of the cake shop, amusedly watching the little owner holding a large bag of cakes.
Helplessly, Paggie pulled out a bag of Galleons. Fortunately, the Galleons taken out of the house this time were enough. Otherwise, Darren's little master would have to abandon the packed cake.
Wanting to catch Young Master Darren's turquoise eyes and admire their watery color,
Paggie quietly decided that some of the Potter family's properties could still be used for business. Although only two little masters remained at present, Young Master James left too few Galleons.
The other day, when it went there, it almost cried. Were its poor two little masters going to live such a destitute life?
"Paige, did I order too much? I'm sorry; I was thinking of the many people who were good to me, and I haven't given them a gift yet.
This is the first time I've tasted such a delicious cake, and I wanted to share it with Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape... Try them all.
And Paige, I don't know who you are, but you must be my very good elder. Although I am sometimes called stupid, you've been so kind to me.
I can't ignore your kindness to me. I'm sorry, Paige, forgive me for enjoying your kindness to me so much."
Darren lowered his head, and his eyes turned red. He seemed to be trying his best not to shed tears, just so as not to let the house-elves in front of him think too much.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for receiving Father +100].
Darren accepted the Father's value in doubt. Wasn't it usually 25 Father's Values when alone with Dumbledore? Now, with Paggi by his side, it should still be 25 Holy Father values.
But the result was 100. Could it be that the Father's value depended on the number of people touched?
This revelation made Darren thoughtful, and he sneered at Dumbledore in his heart.
The old man appeared deeply moved on the surface, but in reality, he was only touched a little bit.
Darren expressed disdain for Dumbledore.
Hate this old man! In a moment,
he decided to add some dung bombs to Dumbledore's cake!
Of course, even with a bunch of bad ideas in his heart, on the surface, he remained the little boy pretending to be strong.
Paggie was very touched when she saw it.
"Suction!"
Paggie sucked her nose fiercely, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Oh, Darren's little master is too kind.
Paggie is just a house-elf who is about to go into the ground, and the little master still remembers to buy a cake for Paggie.
Paggie is really too touched..."
Paige said as she cried. It felt like she wasn't actually that good to Darren's little master, just following the old master's orders.
But Darren remembered to buy him a cake, even with the money he had taken out. Darren's little master even said that he was good to him, like an elder...
Woohoo.
Paggie felt that she was dead now, and she was dead without regrets.
Darren really did not expect that the house-elves would cry so intensely.
He also thought that the description of the house-elves in the original book was a bit distorted, as it was clear that Paige was very clean, very polite, and had its own personality.
But now, watching Paggie cry like a tearful man, Darren only felt goosebumps rise.
"Don't, don't cry..."
Darren stumbled with sincere comfort.
"Don't cry; "
Pachi, if you continue like this, I will not dare to collect the Father's value from you in the future!"
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