v2 Chapter 608： Busy time

When Avon and Dobby returned to the kitchen, Hermione was frowning and sitting there, still crying beside her.

She buried her face in her hand, and her tears slid down the gap between her fingers.

The situation and Avon did not change much before leaving, or worse, the sparkling look is even more sad!

Hermione seems to have given up trying to continue her persuasion, and she painfully looked at the house elves in the distance.

More than 300 house elves were hiding far from the wall, as if they were scared, but did not dare to leave.

undefinedThey stared at Hermione in a wide-eyed panic, and only saw fear, humbleness, and obedience.

Ai Wen sighed, and now the difference between the domestic elf and their ancestors seen below is really big.

The centuries of slavery have completely distorted their hearts and fundamentally abandoned the idea of ​​independent freedom.

Although the appearance of the form has not changed, these house elves and their ancestors are completely different species.

They are the slaves of the wizards, the willing slaves, nothing more.

"I interviewed them and got to know their opinions. I just asked a few key questions. They all ran away!" Hermione sighed and turned and asked, "Yes, what did you two just do? went?"

"Dobby led me around and there were many interesting discoveries."

Seeing Ai Wen's expression, Hermione did not continue to ask, she knew the purpose of Ai Wen's coming here.

Since it is an interesting discovery, it is not suitable for talking about it here.

Her brow stretched out and her attention turned back to the house elf, which was very annoying for their performance.

A few minutes later, when Avon and Hermione were preparing to leave, the house elves who had been trembling around the wall re-entered.

They reached out and handed a lot of snacks to Ai Wen and Hermione, and let them both go upstairs.

Hermione refused to take it. She looked at the elves who were squatting and cursing, and they had a painful look on their faces.

Ai Wen has loaded a lot of cream cakes and pies. Just climbing on the ice ladder has consumed a lot of his energy.

"Goodbye, Master Ai Wen!" Dobby waved and said, "Goodbye, Miss Granger!"

"Good night, Dobby!" said Ai Wen. "Remember to take the clothes I gave you for a while."

When he heard him, Dobby suddenly smiled.

Hermione also waved at Dobby and glanced at other family elves who applied for humbleness.

"I just thought about it carefully. I think it is the best thing for those domestic elves to let them observe and observe Dobby!" Hermione led the marble staircase. "Look at Dobby." Look, other elves will see how happy he is to be free, and slowly they will understand that they are willing to do that!"

"The idea is good. If you want to help the house elves to protect their rights, the first thing to change is their own kind of slavish thoughts of enslavement!" Ai Wen said, the mouth is stuffed with pies. "More than you can do something to take the lead." The role, although not very likely, is always better than you are doing. I only hope that I hope they don't observe the sparkle too carefully."

"She will be happy too," said Hermione, but her tone was a little hesitant. "When this is scared, when she gets used to Hogwarts' life, she will see that she left the name of Crow. Odd guy, the days are much better!"

"I hope so!" Ai Wen nodded and stayed in Crouch's house and couldn't even have a life.

From this perspective, the spark should indeed be happy.

In the next few days, Avon was thinking about the demon in the form of an elf in the kitchen.

He read a lot of information in the library, but did not find any clues.

Relying on the information at hand, it is almost impossible to investigate a black wizard who lived in Hogwarts hundreds of years ago, not to mention the more mysterious demon altar. Ivan can't find any relevant. information.

In the end, he can only focus his attention on the ancient magic hack that he brought back.

Compared to the information of the ancient warlock era found in the swamp ruins, the cracking of these magical texts is not so difficult.

Ai Wen went to the kitchen and observed it several times to make sure there were no omissions.

Although these magical texts have been around for centuries, the magical civilization and the current magical ideas are mostly in the same line.

Cracking this magical text is only a matter of time.

The same thing that worried about the house elf was Hermione, who did not report Dobby's affairs.

Hermione accepted Ai Wen's suggestion and prepared to reverse the change of the concept of house elves as the next step.

In a busy day, time passed quickly, and in December, it entered December.

In December, Hogwarts brought squally winds and rains and snow, although there was always a wind in the castle in the winter, but every time you walked through the large ship of Demstrand parked on the lake, it was hot in the castle. Fortunately, the fire and thick walls of the Teng Teng.

The big ship swayed in the wind, and the black sails danced in the dark night sky.

Many people think that Demstrom's mobile home must be cold enough.

It's no wonder that Krumm ran to the school's library when things were fine. Other Demstrom students were used to spending time in Slytherin's public rest. They got along well.

Compared with Demstrom's students, the students of Busbarton are more accustomed to staying in their carriages.

Only Gabriel is an exception, she is very popular in the Gryffindor common room, second only to Fred and George.

Furong never came, she seems to be very confident to hand over her sister to Ai Wen.

The school is calm, everyone seems to have recovered from the shock brought by the fire dragon, and began to look forward to the next project.

Avon noticed that Hagrid's horses for Mrs. Maxim continued to offer their favorite pure malt whisky.

The feed trough in the corner of the temporary stables floated in a burst of wine, and the students who smoked the magical animal class were a little dizzy.

This is not good, because they are still caring for the terrible fried snails and need some wisdom.

"I don't know if they are hibernating!" In the next lesson, Hagrid told the classmates who were shaking in the pumpkin patch. "We might as well try to see if they want to sleep. We put them in these. Inside the box

There are only ten fragile snails left now. Obviously, the murders of each other have not been completely eradicated. (To be continued.)