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Professor Dumbledore toned down his power and held out both of his hands in a sign showing that he means no harms, and then he said. "Mr Lovegood, please calm down, I mean no harm to the Doxy Queen anymore. All I want to do is take it to my office and check its memories."

"OH!" I said as I nodded my head then I looked at Professor Dumbledore and asked. "Really, why didn't you just say that, instead of acting all macho and threatenly?"

The little Doxy Queen that was gripping the hem of my robe also nodded her head and let loose angry little yelps. Oh, what a little cutie! I think, dangerous yes, but still cute. Man, she has started to grow on me.

"Look, the poor little thing even agrees with me. You caused us severe physical and, especially, mental harm, so I do believe that compensation is in order, huh?" I finished saying as I placed my open palm in front of Professor Dumbledore, waiting. The Doxy Queen also followed in pursuit of my example and stuck out her palm to Professor Dumbledore waiting for the compensation that is due to her.

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat, and I notice that he was a bit awkward in this situation I put him in. Good, I think, I could get some benefits out of the old geezer! But it can't be too excessive, or he would outright refuse me.

"I am not asking for too much as compensation," I said in a friendly tone with a smile on my cute little face. "Just access to higher grade books like the 3rd year books or 5th year books. I am not even asking for access to the restricted section. What do you say, Professor?"

Professor Dumbledore looked like he was on the fringe of accepting my offer, so I gave him a little push in the right direction.

"I could always talk to my mother about the trauma I have experienced. She is a very powerful witch, so she could fix you up. Or maybe I could talk to my father about all the gruesome stuff I saw that went down in the school. He does own a newspaper, so he could write a story about this." I said to Professor Dumbledore as an evil smile played on my lips.

With that little threat, Professor Dumbledore was very much complaint with my small little request. Once the Doxy Queen saw that my request was accepted, she also wanted something. It started to yelp and jump around my shoulders, trying to communicate with Professor Dumbledore.

I spoke up and stated the obvious, "I think it also wants something, Professor."

Professor Dumbledore smiled at me, but I could see a hint of annoyance on his face. "I could see that Mr Lovegood." He turned to the Doxy Queen and asked her, "What do you want little one?"

The Doxy Queen continued to try and communicate to Professor Dumbledore, but from the confusion marked on his face, I would easily guess that he does not speak Doxy. Professor Dumbledore turned to look at me and asked, "do you have any idea what she is saying, Mr Lovegood?"

I look at the Professor with my eyebrows raised and answered. "The only language that I know of is English and a bit of Latin, so you could forget about me knowing a magical creature language."

Professor Dumbledore sighed as he looked at the Doxy Queen who was still yelling and yelping, then he looked back at me again since I had spoken up. "Although I do not have a clue about what she is saying. Still, it is obvious what she wants, a new home! You know, a place that is safe to build up her armies again."

Professor Dumbledore nodded his head along while rubbing his long grey beard, as I spoke of my reasoning. "Yes, that is most likely correct, Mr Lovegood! What do you say little Doxy?"

The Doxy Queen nodded her head and clapped me on the head, trying to say good job to me, I would think.

Professor Dumbledore pauses smoothing out his beard when he looks down at me.

I have my open palm out in front of him, again! "What is the meaning of this Mr Lovegood?" He asked in a surprised tone.

"Where is my reward, for helping you figure out what she has said?" I asked Professor Dumbledore in a matter of fact tone.

Professor Dumbledore nearly choked on his own spittle when he heard the shameless request I made. He looked at me and spoke in a soft tone, "Young man can't you do things just from your own heart?"

Still, with my palm out, I looked at him like he was a simpleton. "Does being kind pay for my bills, old man?"

I must say, I really got on the old geezer's nerve. He really looked like he wanted to smack me on the back of my head. With his voice raised, he asked me, "How old are you when you are talking about bills? Do you even pay for bills?"

"Wow, wow…. hold your horses, old man! I was just joking around with you!" Then I looked at him up and down and added, "There is no need to get your blood pressure up, especially at your age."

After Dumbledore heard what I said he started to calm down a bit, but that all went away after he heard what I said under my breath. You know what, I actually spoke it out loud just, so the old man could hear me.

If you are wondering what I said to him to get his blood boiling again, it was nothing but the truth.

With his large beard trembling and his eyes bloodshot, Professor Dumbledore asked me in a tone which angry is barely held back. "What did you say you little sinking brat?"