Thought about going into Newt’s box to help out, but discovered that those tasks were already proficiently completed by Dobby. However, not far away on the lake’s small island, you could always hear the occasional haunting wailing sound, which was pretty scary at night.
Kael remembered that the place seemed to be the territory of the Hungarian Horntail. He was curious about what happened but didn’t dare to rashly go and check without Newt’s company.
After all, the Hungarian Horntail was notoriously bad-tempered, and he still had the smell of other Fire Dragons on him. Going there rashly might be considered a provocation.
To find something to do, after breakfast one day, Kael directly walked out of the room.
“Mr. Kael, where are you going…” Dobby hurriedly ran over to ask.
“I’m going to Diagon Alley.” Kael said, “There’s an empty shop that needs cleaning.”
“Clean?”
Kael wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he felt Dobby’s eyes light up instantly.
“Dobby will go with sir.”
“No need, no need.” Kael waved his hand, “It’s just cleaning, don’t you have a lot of work already?”
Since Newt started taking care of those two little ones, everything in the box, including feeding, cleaning, and mediating fights, fell on Dobby, and he was busy every day with a full workload.
“It’s okay, Mr. Scamander said he’ll be returning today, so Dobby has time to accompany Mr. Kael to clean.”
“Alright then.” Kael thought for a moment, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to take a House-elf along.
“I will pay you accordingly.”
“How generous.” Dobby’s tears instantly flowed out, and he sobbed, “Mr. Kael actually offered to pay Dobby wages.”
“But no, sir.” Dobby stared with two large red eyes, “Dobby is going to help sir, not work, can’t take wages.”
“Then I’ll buy you ice cream, how about hazelnut peanut?”
As expected, Dobby cried again, tears falling on his denim outfit, creating dark and light spots as if it had rained.
Kael didn’t understand, as long as Dobby had been here, why his character remained like this.
After finally calming the excited House-elf, they finally arrived at Diagon Alley.
Kael used the Magic Contract to open the door and walked inside, immediately smelling a strong unpleasant odor.
He had to use the Bubble-Head Charm on himself to block out the odor.
Kael originally wanted to put one on Dobby too, but he shook his head, indicating it wasn’t necessary. Kael didn’t insist, casually casting a Scouring Charm for ventilation, and then began the cleaning work.
…
Bringing Dobby along was indeed a wise decision.
As they say, practice makes perfect, and in cleaning, House-elves far outperform wizards. Kael had barely cleaned a small area when Dobby had already tidied up half of the room. Even the Doxy in the nooks and crannies were meticulously picked out and tossed into a basket.
“Many little creatures enjoy eating Doxy. This will be enough for them to feast.” Dobby explained.
“You really aren’t wasting this trip here.” Watching him carefully cover the bamboo basket, Kael couldn’t help but say.
But Dobby was right. Although Doxy is poisonous, for some Fantastic Beasts, the poison not only doesn’t affect them but even adds a unique flavor. It’s quite like a seasoning and is a pretty good snack.
With Dobby’s help, the cleaning work was quickly completed. The once filthy room shrouded in dust had completely transformed, clean as if washed by water, even the colors were much brighter.
Kael also kept his promise and bought Dobby an extra-large deluxe ice cream with all possible nuts added.
The Little Elf cried again, full of excitement.
After cleaning came the shop setup, but this wasn’t something to rush. Slowly taking time was more than appropriate, putting up a shelf today, setting a table tomorrow—it was the perfect way to pass the time.
In the meantime, the two Fire Dragon hatchlings grew larger… no, now they can’t even be called hatchlings anymore, especially the Iron Belly, which seemed to inflate day by day, a full circle bigger every day, standing up it’s already taller than Kael, and could easily knock him down with a pounce.
A few days later, there was still no news from Dumbledore’s side, but suddenly the Magic Contract on that piece of parchment started glowing.