DNF Meets Harry Potter

?　　 "If I can't get it done, then the two of Busbarton and Deus Strong will have no hope!" Carl's expression remained calm.

　　 Hermione's eyes flickered, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find any reason to refute, so she was silent.

　　 "Oh oh, lunch is almost ready! I have stewed beef, would you like to try it?"

　　 Hagrid patted his head, got up on the sofa with a smile, and happily walked to the kitchen behind.

　　 They ended up having lunch with Hagrid, not much. Hagrid made what he called a beef casserole, but Hermione found a big claw in Leary, and all of them had no appetite. Carl was grateful for this, but luckily he hadn't moved his knife and fork.

　　 "It's terrible! Sure enough, I shouldn't have any hope for the food Hagrid made!" Ron put his finger in his mouth and tried to induce vomiting, tears falling down.

　　 "We should go back to the auditorium for lunch!" Hermione coughed violently, her delicate face looked a little desperate.

　　 "Hagrid, I think you should really learn how to cook with the house elves in the kitchen!" Harry took a few sips into his mouth, his face flushed.

　　 "Wait, Harry! You just said that Hogwarts also has house elves?" Hermione stopped coughing abruptly and raised her head to stare at Harry tightly.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Haven't you been?" Harry was stunned by her stare. When Snape had missed a meal in the confinement, he would sneak into the kitchen with an invisible cloak to fill in Belly, Karl told him the exact location.

　　 "It's about one or two hundred!" Harry explained immediately. It's no secret in Hogwarts anyway.

　　 "One or two hundred?!" After hearing the number, Hermione instantly exploded.

When she first met Dobby in the second grade, Hermione didn't realize that house elves had a low status in the magic world. She thought they were probably similar to the Muggle world's nanny butler, and like a wizard. They belong to an employment relationship.

But with the growth of age and experience, coupled with the previous summer vacation in Black’s old house, the crazy pure-blood family even cut off the head of the old house-elf holding the plate and hung it on the wall for decoration. Only then did I understand what tragic life those poor little guys are living day by day.

　　 But in spite of this, there are only one or two existing in the pure-blood wizard family. She never thought that the number of house elves in Hogwarts where she had been living was a hundred times higher than the outside world!

　　 Carl noticed that Hermione’s expression was not right, and he thought of the special species of house elves. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. How could he forget this!

　　 "Is this true?!" Hermione asked Harry again with a look of expectation in her eyes. She was shaking all over at the moment.

　　 "Of course it's true!" Ron wondered why Hermione had such a big reaction. Isn't this a normal thing?

　　 "Holidays, wages, allowances are nothing! Some are just endless work, and the owner's punishment. Do you know what this means to them?!"

　　 Hermione’s voice sounded extremely sharp.

　　 "They should have wages, holidays... the most important freedom like normal wizards!"

　　 The little witch took a deep breath and added another sentence.

　　 "Hermione, although you don't know why you have such thoughts, it is cruel to them!" Hagrid, who was threading the giant splinter with the thick yellow sand thread, stopped the movement in his hand, his expression looked very serious:

　　 "It is their nature to take care of human beings. It is what they like to do. Paying them is even more insulting to them!"

　　 "But Carl gave Dobby freedom, and Dobby is happy." Hermione clenched her fist and retorted excitedly, "He will pay it every month!"

　　 "Yes, not bad! You can find exceptions in each category, such as Dobby!" Carl quietly listened to Hermione's vent, and then said lightly:

　　 "I'm not saying that there are no weird elves who want freedom, but you can never persuade most of them to do that. That's impossible, Hermione! You have seen them go crazy..."

　　 "But who would not yearn for a free life?!"

　　 Hermione took a deep breath, still insisting on her opinion. In her opinion, where can there be intelligent lives that do not yearn for freedom? If it does, it must have been oppressed for too long!

　　 "Freedom?" Ron snorted, and then slowly took a sip from his teacup, "Stop talking nonsense! If you tell them this, they will kneel at you and keep hitting the ground with their heads!"

　　 "Do you think this is normal?!" Hermione said angrily. She really didn't understand why everyone didn't support her.

"Isn't it?" Ron curled his lips disdainfully. He thought Hermione must be crazy and reasoned with him because of this kind of thing~www.readwn.com~ This situation has been going on for thousands of years, and later It will continue forever. As for why you said that there is everything in the book before, check it yourself and ask us what we are doing..."

　　 "Hermione, did you understand the deep-seated reasons behind them when you were fighting against them? For example, do you know what Homoncuruz is?" Carl's frowning brows stretched out, and he said casually.

　　 "Homunculuz? What does this mean?" This was the first time Hermione heard the term, and she turned her head and looked at Karl curiously.

　　 "It means artificial life form!" Carl pursed his lips and explained in a flat tone: "If you go to the library to find this knowledge, you will find the house elves!"

　　 "You mean..." Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, and an extremely terrifying thought popped up in her mind, "The house elves were made by ancient wizards?!"

　　 "Really?!" Harry and Ron also showed surprise on their faces, and they had never expected the truth to be like this.

"Of course it is true, because that's what it says in the book!" Carl nodded and said affirmatively: "The ancient witches created this through a deep study of alchemy and transformation, coupled with the persistent efforts of several generations. House elves are a race that only serves them.

　　The meaning of their creation is to serve the master from generation to generation, forever, until extinction..."

　　 "But how is this possible?!" Hermione covered her head. This answer was too shocking for her, and she couldn't accept it for a while.