Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

Chapter 298: Peace is a Rare Thing

"Since you are interested, I will tell you about it." Sainz said, "As an assistant coach, I should not be biased, but now is not class time, as a friend, I can give you an idea.

From what I gather, Malfoy seems to care a lot about what Harry thinks?"

Harry Potter smiled awkwardly, "He opposes me in every way and wishes I would be fired."

"No matter what the reason is," Sainz waved his hand, "Anyway, it's enough that he cares about what you say. This plan will be easy to achieve if you implement it, but you need to communicate with that elf in advance, otherwise he won't be able to seize the opportunity when you are ready."

Harry said awkwardly: "But Dobby hasn't come since that year. How can I help him? I can feel that he really wants to leave the Malfoy family. They treat him very badly."

"It's easy," Sainz chuckled, "Since Malfoy cares about you so much, you just need to praise other elves in front of him a few more times."

"Is that...all?" Harry was a little unsure.

Hermione explained, "Harry, I think Sainz is right. If he knew that you envied families with house-elves, he would definitely laugh at you."

"Yes, he will definitely come and laugh at me and say disdainful things about his elves." Harry said with a grim face, "I can imagine his smug look...but Dobby..."

"Harry, as long as you firmly deny that he has a house-elf..."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Yes, that idiot will definitely call Dobby over if I don't admit that he has a house-elf!"

"Sainth, what should we do now that Dobby is here?" Hermione said puzzledly, "I don't think I can persuade Malfoy to release him."

He is indeed still a child, with such a righteous mind.

Sainz originally thought that after transferring Dobby over, Harry would be able to think of a solution. But then he changed his mind and realized that in the original trajectory, Harry was able to think of giving old Malfoy a stinky sock because of Dobby's reminder. This time, because Sainz dealt with the diary in advance, there was no follow-up.

"Harry, since Malfoy is so hostile to you, if you give him one of your stinky socks, do you think he will keep it well or throw it in your face in anger?"

"Pfft~" Hermione couldn't help laughing, and the three boys present all looked at her. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry Harry~"

"That's what I was talking about just now. You need to communicate with the house-elf in advance. When Malfoy throws the socks out, just let him grab them and catch them."

"Wow~" Hagrid howled, "You are so mean, Sainz!"

"Haha, just tell me whether you like this plan or not, Hagrid?" Sainz flicked his finger, and a stream of water flew out of the teapot, just filling his teacup to 70% full.

"I love it!" Hagrid happily held out the cup. "I love anything that causes trouble for the Malfoys! By the way, that was a great move you made just now. Give me one, please!"

Hermione gestured with her hands and said with sparkling eyes, "Sainth, you just cast a spell without a sound or a wand!"

Sainz nodded modestly, "Just a little trick~", and then another stream of water jumped out of the teapot, just enough to fill up 70% of Hagrid's big teacup.

"Why isn't it full?" Hagrid looked from his own cup to Sainz's cup. "Is there any explanation?"

"Nothing, I'm just practicing my control over magic."

Hagrid and Harry nodded at the same time, accepting this statement. Hermione said admiringly: "You are so hardworking! I must learn from you first." Sainz smiled and said nothing.

Actually, there is some truth in filling a teacup to 70%, as the saying goes, "70% tea, 80% rice, and half full boiling water". In some places, if you fill someone's teacup too full, it has the implicit meaning of "cheating".

However, different places have different rules. It’s enough for you to understand them yourself. There’s no need to talk about them.

And those so-called rules are actually just cumbersome thresholds deliberately designed by some people, whose purpose is nothing more than to elevate themselves and belittle others.

Those things were just to satisfy some people's pitiful vanity. Sainz didn't believe that anyone would dare to tell the No. 1 leader about those ridiculous rules.

He thought of those fortune tellers in his previous life who "calculated an auspicious date" when getting married. They had to "calculate an auspicious date" and pick out a "good day" in every month.

What about in the previous life?

The seven days of National Day are all “good days”!

All those monsters, all those bullshit rules, everything, are nothing compared to this "great moment"!

It’s not just the seven days of National Day, as long as it is a legal holiday recognized by the country, it is all good days!

The country says it is time to rest, so why don’t those so-called “evil spirits” just find a gutter to lie down in? How dare they come out and hang around?

Of course, some rules are actually set for ourselves, such as the issue of pouring tea to 70%. Sai has known this since he was a child and has this understanding in his heart. If he fills the cup for others, he really thinks it is "cheating" in his heart.

Even if others don't know it, he himself knows that it is a moral constraint.

If the other party doesn't ask, then so be it. If the other party doesn't understand these things, or even asks to fill the water glass, then just fill it up for them.

This kind of "dark psychology" that only oneself knows is Yin De. People often pursue Yin De without harm, but in fact it is in places that others cannot detect.

Seeing that Harry was in a better mood, Hagrid started to tease him with the newspaper on the table again, "Hey! This photo of yours is really good. Skeeter deserves praise for this!"

Harry retorted angrily, "Thanks, that was great, publicly humiliated in the newspapers, and I didn't cry~"

Hermione also recovered from the verbal attack of Sainz, and took out a notepad to write and draw plans on how to implement Dobby's rescue plan.

Sainz's mind was in a trance, his unfocused gaze passed through the drizzling rain curtain, and he sipped the tea in his hand from time to time. The whole world seemed to slow down all of a sudden.

He emptied his mind and let go of everything, the magic ship, the meditation basin, the space cabinet, the socket face, the competition, he didn't think about anything.

At this moment, he just wanted to lie on the sofa and listen to the sound of raindrops outside the window. He just wanted to escape from all the troubles of the world and float up into the sky, through the not too thick clouds, above the clouds, into space, into the distant starry sky.

Listening to Hagrid and Harry arguing about what kind of boyfriend Fang should have, and listening to the rustling sound of Hermione's pen scratching on paper as she made plans, he felt a sense of peace, a peace he had never felt before.

He said to himself in his heart, "Sainz, you are an adult now, you have jumped out of the fate of being a chess piece, and you have the ability to make your own choices."

Let's give Dumbledore another year. If he still doesn't change and insists on passive defense, then Sai will have no choice but to take more responsibility!