Hogwarts Outsider

Soon, Professor Horace Slughorn went to "enter" other students.

　　 Matthew and the others sat together, and continued to eat this slightly crude but delicious breakfast.

　　 "Are there many house elves at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked softly while eating.

　　 Her impression of the creature "house elf" is very strange.

　　 even only exists in Professor Bathilda Bagshot's class... The professor of the history of magic is very old, and every time she goes to class, she needs several house elves to support her. This is also the only chance to meet this creature at Hogwarts.

　　 "Yes, there are almost a hundred." Matthew replied, "They are responsible for the daily housework of the entire castle...otherwise Mr. Pringle can't be busy alone!"

　　 "Gosh, do they stay in the kitchen all day?" Hermione looked surprised, "I rarely see this creature in a castle..."

"Oh, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day," Neville replied, "come out to clean at night... take care of the stove or something... I mean, you shouldn't have seen them, right? A good one. The hallmark of the house elf is that you don’t even know his existence, right?"

　　 "People don't know their existence, what's the matter?" Hermione frowned obviously, and she didn't agree with Neville's words.

"Yes, this is their duty, isn't it..." Naville replied naturally, "For house elves, their highest right is to obey the orders of their masters and serve their masters from generation to generation without letting their masters. Feel the slightest discomfort, so..."

　　 "This sounds... kind of like a slave..." Hermione glared at him suddenly, looking obviously disgusted.

　　 "That's it..." Neville replied casually.

　　 "But do they get paid?" Hermione continued, "Do they have holidays? And-do they have sick days, allowances, everything?"

　　Navi chuckled: "Holidays... how could house elves need holidays... and house elves don’t need sick leave and allowance, they don’t even need a salary..."

　　 "What, they don't even have a salary?" Hermione questioned incredulously.

"So they are on strike!" Then she said angrily, "They are not satisfied with the current treatment...so they strike... This is just! Just like the textile workers in Silesia did in 1842, but also As the silk weavers in Lyon did in 1831..."

　　 "This is just an exception..." Neville shook his head quickly, "In my memory, house elves have always been proud of their work and ashamed of their freedom to wander around... How could they strike something like this..."

　　 "Or, let's go quietly to the kitchen and have a look?" Hermione suddenly suggested, "Just after breakfast?"

　　 "This..." Neville hesitated for a moment, "I don't know where the kitchen is..."

　　 "We can find someone to inquire, and we can ask Professor Slughorn... He must know!" Hermione looked very serious.

　　 "No need," Matthew suddenly said, and he shook his head, "I know!"

　　 "Excellent, Matthew!" Hermione gave him a very happy look.

　　……

　　 "Let's go!" After resolving her breakfast in twos, Hermione said very eagerly.

　　 Matthew didn't waste time, so he nodded quickly; only Neville took a pity at the unfinished bacon roll.

　　 However, he finally gave up.

"Did you finish your breakfast so soon?" Professor Slughorn enthusiastically sent them away from the office, "If the kitchen problem is not resolved at noon, you can come back again; I still have a lot of survival! "

　　 "Okay, Professor!" They quickly thanked, "Thank you very much!"

　　 I have to say that after joining the Slug Club, this is a real benefit they get.

　　 Those ordinary students, I am afraid they can only be hungry for one morning now.

　　 "Matthew, lead the way!" Hermione looked at Matthew very much.

　　 "Well, come with me." Matthew took two friends and went down the marble staircase into the hall below.

　　 When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he turned left and hurriedly walked towards a door.

　　 This leads to the basement, but it is not in the direction of the Slytherin common room; at the end of the road, it is the Hufflepuff common room.

　　 He and Neville followed Hermione down a stone step, not a dim and gloomy underground passage that leads to the underground classroom of the Potions class. Instead, they found themselves in a wide stone corridor with torches shining brightly all around, decorated with delightful pictures, and the paintings were mainly food.

　　 "It should be around here." Matthew scanned the pictures on the wall.

　　 Finally, he stabbed Neville with his arm and pointed at the picture behind Hermione.

"right here!"

　　 On the screen is a huge silver bowl full of fruits.

　　 "This is just a portrait..." Hermione looked confused.

　　 Matthew approached slowly. He stretched out his index finger and gently scratched a large green pear on the picture. Lizi squirmed, chuckles, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.

　　 "It's amazing!" Neville couldn't help exclaiming.

　　 Matthew grabbed it and opened the door, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com then waved his hand and motioned for the two companions to follow.

　　……

　　 Passing through the previous door, what you see is a room almost the size of a classroom.

On the stone walls surrounding 　　, there are many shiny copper pots and iron basins, and there is a large brick fireplace on the other side of the room.

　　 Obviously, this is the Hogwarts kitchen.

　　 It’s just that there is no one...including ghosts, wizards, or house elves...

　　 "Where are the house elves?" Hermione asked softly.

　　 "I don't know..." Matthew shook his head honestly, "I only know that the kitchen is here..."

　　 "Where do you listen?" Neville pointed to the iron gate in front of him, "There seems to be a sound inside, go over and see—"

　　 The three of them hurriedly walked over.

　　 "P...P...P..." Inside the iron gate, there was a lot of noise.

　　 There is another creature moaning, which sounds very painful.

　　 The door was not locked, it was just hidden.

　　 Along the crack of the door, they can clearly see the situation in the room——

　　 Mr. Pringle, the administrator of the castle, was holding a thick and long leather whip in his hand, with a vicious look.

　　He is merciless, and lashing at the group of little guys sitting on the ground with a whip...