"The three of you are here!" Hermione's eyes lit up when she saw Harry and the others. "I'm done!"
"Just in time, we're done too!" Ron said proudly and threw down his quill.
Hermione sat down and put the things in her hands on an empty chair. She pulled Elwyn's prophecy in front of her.
"You guys have had a bad month, haven't you?" she said sarcastically, Mount Crook curled up on her knees.
"You know, this is for Professor Trelawney!" Elwyn said, looking at the box Hermione brought back.
Compared to Harry and Ron, his tragic prophecies were more subtle and less tragic.
"No matter what happens, at least we got a warning in advance." Ron said, yawning.
Hermione put down Elwyn's prophecy and took Ron's.
"It's a good warning. You seem to be drowning twice."
"Really?" Ron said, looking down at his prophecy. "I'd better change one of them to being trampled to death by a rampaging hippogriff."
"Isn't it obvious that you made it up?" Hermione said.
"How dare you say that!" Ron said, pretending to be angry. I've been busy all night, and I'm as tired as a house-elf! "
Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron with dissatisfaction.
"Sorry, wrong wording." Ron said quickly.
Harry put down his quill. He had just finished his final prophecy, which was that he would be beheaded at the end of the month.
"Hermione, what's in the box?" Elwyn asked, pointing at the box.
He felt that it was best not to let Hermione continue talking about their divination homework.
"I was just about to tell you that I worked hard to prepare this week. We have to do something for the house-elf." Hermione said with a smile.
She opened the lid and showed them what was inside.
There were about fifty badges in the box, of different colors, all bearing the same letter: s.p.e.
'Vomit? 'said Harry, picking up a badge and examining it.' What does it mean? 'he asked doubtfully.
"It's not vomiting," Hermione explained impatiently. "It's S-P-E-, which means the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association."
"Never heard of it," said Ron.
"I've never heard of it either!" Harry added.
Elwyn didn't say anything. He knew what was going on. It seemed like Hermione wasn't satisfied with writing articles for the newspaper.
Just like what she had always said, she wanted to do something for the house-elf. So this was what she meant.
"Of course you haven't heard of it," Hermione said crisply. "Because I just started it."
"Huh?" Ron drawled. He asked in slight surprise, "How many members do you have?"
"Well, if the three of you join, there will be four," said Hermione.
"Join?! Do you think we want to walk around wearing badges that say vomit? "said Ron.
"It's S-P-E-!" Hermione said angrily. "I was going to call it the Campaign to Stop the Cruel Abuse of Our Magical Friends and Improve the Legal Status of Them, but it wasn't quite right, so I made it the title of our association's manifesto."
She waved the roll of parchment at them. It was full of words.
"This is our specific constitution. I've been studying this issue in depth in the library. The slave status of the elves goes back centuries. I can't believe that no one has done anything about it. "
"Hermione, listen up!" Ron shouted at once. "They like it. They like being slaves!"
"Our short-term goals!" Hermione said, rising from her chair. Her voice was even louder than Ron's, as if she hadn't heard Ron at all. "It's to make sure that the house-elf gets a reasonable wage and a good working environment. Our long-term goals include changing the law against the use of magic wands, and fighting to get an elf into the Department of Magical Animal Control, because it's shocking that the interests of the elves aren't being fully represented."
"Calm down, Hermione!" Elwyn hurried her to sit down.
Hermione looked angry. She was still staring at Ron with dissatisfaction. Ron didn't look happy either.
"Well, how are we going to do this?" Harry asked softly.
"First, we're going to show our members." Hermione said in high spirits. "I think that participants should pay two silver silvers to buy badges. This income can be used to print flyers. You're the chief financial officer, Ron. I've prepared a piggy bank for you upstairs. Harry, you're the secretary. You need to write down everything I'm saying now as a record of our first meeting. As for Elwyn, I think you're suitable to be the president. You're very famous in the magic world. It'll be good for our publicity. You'll also have to deal with the Ministry of Magic. And I'm the vice president of the Promotion Association. I'm mainly responsible for all the daily affairs. That's all. "
For a moment, no one spoke. Hermione looked at the three of them happily.
Elwyn frowned as he stared at the articles of the Promotion Association that Hermione had written. It seemed that Hermione had indeed looked up a lot of information.
Ron stared at Hermione in shock. His eyes bulged slightly and he even forgot to close his mouth.
Harry sat there, annoyed by Hermione's behavior. At the same time, he wanted to laugh at the expression on Ron's face.
Time passed again. There was a moment of silence. It was the calm before the storm.
"I'm not joining!" Ron said bluntly, pushing the badge in front of him away.
"Ron?!" Hermione raised her eyebrows again. "We're rescuing the house-elves."
"I've said it before. They like it. They like being slaves!" Ron said stubbornly. "I don't want to rush into the kitchen with you and persuade them to stop working. I'll never do that."
"No one likes to be slaves. It's extremely unfair to the house-elves." Hermione said. "Whether it's wizards or house-elves, everyone is born equal. Wizards can't build their magic civilization on the hard work and oppression of the house-elves. We must stop this."
"You don't understand house-elves at all, Hermione!" Ron said. "Don't try to convince me to join your vomiting trick."
"This isn't a trick, and it's not vomiting. This is the rights of house-elves."
Before Hermione could finish, Ron stood up from his chair and shouted at the top of his voice, "In my opinion, it's vomiting. I don't want to be an idiot and wear this badge on my chest and be laughed at by others."
The two of them breathed and looked at each other. Ron's face was red, and even the tips of his ears were red.
Then, he violently picked up his prophecy homework and quill and rushed back into his bedroom, slamming the door with a loud bang.
"Don't blame Ron. He's been under too much pressure lately, and he's been making miserable prophecies all night!" Harry said.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
