MTL - Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic-Chapter 120 ice cream and pixie

After getting the ice cream, Auston took the house-elf Dolly to the corner and sat on a card, just in time to see the crowd walking outside the window through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Two large ice cream **** in crystal cups were braving the cold air, Auston pushed one of them to the opposite table,

"Sit down, Dolly, that cup is yours."

He said to the elf who was still beside him, the house elf opened his mouth in surprise.

"That, that, that is for Dolly?"

"Well," Auston nodded with a smile, "this is my reward for taking me on a trip."

Dolly couldn't believe it, her two dry little hands kept rubbing the corners of the floral dress, and her two lightbulb-sized eyes continued to glitter a little bit.

"How can you, Englishman, no one ever buy Dolly ice cream. I mean, Mr and Mrs treat Dolly well too, and Dolly never punishes Dolly when she does something wrong, but no one ever Bought ice cream for Dolly. How unruly you Englishman."

Dolly was a little incoherent, and looked very moved, but she still wanted to be stubborn, which made Auston feel a little sad.

He stood up, brought Dolly to the seat opposite, pressed her down,

"Okay, Dolly, I know I'm wrong, please don't care anymore. I can't eat so much ice cream anymore, so I can only ask you to help me eliminate it. If I don't eat it, it will melt."

Auston said with a smile. Dolly, who was pressed to the seat, listened, and stopped twitching. He picked up the spoon stuck on the ice cream, dug a large spoon and put it in his mouth, muttering

"It's not what Dolly wants to eat. It's because you can't eat so much, Mr. Brown, so I reluctantly help you."

Dolly said this, then took another bite of ice cream and put it into her mouth.

"The ice cream outside is still delicious. The ice cream at home is made by Tony. I occasionally eat some leftovers from the guests."

Listening to her words, Auston felt a little uncomfortable. When he was at the dining table, he always chatted and ate with the LeMay couple, and the two house-elves were standing beside him. It was no surprise. He didn't care too much either.

Now looking at Dolly, who was moved by eating a little ice cream, he realized that he had unknowingly become a wizard who oppressed house-elves. No wonder Hermione is dedicated to protecting house-elves after discovering that every meal at Hogwarts comes from a group of dedicated house-elves.

This poor group of species honors obedience and doesn't find it offensive in the slightest to be yelled at.

Watching Dolly quickly wipe out a big cup of ice cream. Auston had just finished his breakfast, and he put on some thoughts.

"Mr. Brown, are you not eating?" Dolly stuck her head out from the crystal cup as big as her face and looked at the ice cream on Auston's table.

Auston laughed and pushed his ice cream to Dolly.

"I'm full, please help me eat it all."

Dolly also gave Auston a rare big smile after hearing this, "Yeah!"

Wizards wearing cloaks and wizard hats walked around outside the window, and some attentive people found this interesting scene-in a dessert shop with few customers, sitting in a booth next to the glass, a young man smiled and watched Opposite the house-elf in a floral dress.

There were two large cups in front of the elf, one was empty, and the other was about to bottom out.

So a few curious people stood by the window and pointed at the two in the dessert shop.

Auston could always feel curious glances from people outside the window, and he tried to ignore it. Dolly was even more focused on the glass that was about to bottom, and she didn't feel that as a house elf, gobbling down so much in front of guests was contrary to the rules she had believed in since she was a child.

It was not until a few wizards outside the window stood still and looked at Auston and the elf that Dolly realized that a few discordant shadows were shrouded in her side.

The elf ate so hard that when he raised his head, there was a little ice cream hanging on his long nose. She looked out the window blankly, then turned to look at Auston. Then he looked down at the ice cream that was about to bottom out in front of him.

In an instant, Dolly reacted in shock. The spoon in her hand took off and smashed into the ice cream. The handle of the spoon slightly collided with the cup, and a crisp sound attracted strange eyes from the two waiters in the bar.

"Mr. Bo...Brown, I...I..." Dolly was incoherent.

Auston smiled and shook his head, "Don't be afraid, don't worry about them, eat quickly. I asked you to eat."

"But...but...house-elves..."

"Listen to me." Auston retorted firmly, "Now you are my guide and my friend. This is my gift to repay you, don't refuse."

Hearing Auston's words~www.novelbuddy.com~ Dolly was even more at a loss, "No...no, you are my master's guest, Dolly...Dolly is just a house-elf serving the Lemay family. Dolly I can't be your friend."

While speaking, Dolly pushed aside the ice cream cup in front of her and jumped off the seat, walked to Auston, pulled up the corner of her skirt and bowed to him,

"But Mr. Brown is a kind man Dolly knows. Dolly apologizes to you for her previous rudeness."

At this moment, Auston was a little overwhelmed, and he understood that the inherent thinking of house-elves could not be easily changed.

In the end, Auston just smiled and shook his head, stood up and patted the elf on the shoulder.

"Okay Dolly, I accept your apology. Since you don't want to eat any more, let's get out of here."

As Auston spoke, he glanced at the wizards who were pointing out the window. A few people and Auston looked at each other for a while, and they also felt that it was rude to look at them all the time, so they dispersed.

Auston held Dolly's little wrinkled hand and walked out to meet the strange gaze of the dessert shop clerk.

Afterwards, they went to the most famous commercial street in Paris, the Champs Elysees.

Auston happened to be sent to this street by Vera when he returned to Paris from Bulgaria. This is one of the few famous streets in France that we know.

The day and night of Fragrant Street are completely different. At night, street lamps and shop signs illuminate the entire street. The sycamore trees beside the road are surrounded by circles of fluorescent lights, making this avenue full of historical charm more than Diagon Alley. More like a magical world.

It was noon now, and fashionable French people wearing sunglasses were sitting in twos and threes in front of the cafe chatting. The motorway in the middle is full of traffic, and these boxes representing the way of walking with modern technology are heading towards the Arc de Triomphe one by one.