In the eyes of the fairies, the house-elves were cowardly traitors who did not deserve to be forgiven.
They only had themselves to blame for the cruelty and misery they had suffered.
In the eyes of human Magi, house-elves were just slaves, the private property of the Magi.
They had the right to deal with their house-elves, including killing them. They did not have to care about their own thoughts.
After the rebellion of the fairies, the house-elves lived a very miserable and dark life.
The only fortunate thing was that with the end of the era of pure-blooded glory and black magic, the status of the house-elves had improved.
Although they were still slaves of the Magi, there were few incidents of inhumane persecution.
However, from the treatment Dobby had received in the Malfoy house, they were still abused.
The scary thing was that both the pure-blooded Magi and the house-elves thought that these things were normal.
Elwyn hoped that Hermione's House-Elves Rights Promotion Association could change this situation, although the possibility was slim.
After walking forward quickly for five minutes, he came to the end of the room.
There were no more house-elf heads on the wall in front of him. Instead, there was a stone staircase that extended downwards.
The end of the stone staircase was tightly sealed by a heavy iron door.
"Where does the door lead to?" Elwyn asked. He looked around carefully and felt that something was wrong.
The whole room could be seen at a glance. There was only one passage to continue forward, but he felt that things were not so simple.
"I don't know, Young Master Elwyn. Dobby has never been here before!" Dobby replied, looking at the dark passage in fear.
"We can go in and check later!" Elwyn paused, and a thought flashed in his mind. "Wait a minute. If this cold storage can maintain such a low temperature, there must be a spell at work. But I don't feel any magic here."
On the contrary, the temperature near this passage seemed to have risen.
Elwyn closed his eyes, feeling the changes in magic in the air, and led Dobby back.
He walked a few steps and stopped in front of a row of broken and persecuted house-elf heads.
The heads of the elves on the shelf were all more or less missing an organ or damaged in some way, just like Moody's face.
Apart from that, they had a strange light blue color, looking particularly eerie and terrifying.
These heads that had turned into dried corpses stared at Elwyn and Dobby with frightening bulb-like eyes.
Elwyn did not know what kind of abuse they had suffered in their lives to have such a hateful expression on their faces.
Logically, this kind of expression should not appear on creatures like house-elves.
Even if their masters killed them, they would not show such an expression.
Dobby wailed and covered his eyes again.
Ivan ignored them. When he passed by just now, he thought that it was because there was a problem with the antiseptic potion formula that made the heads of these house-elves so strange. Now, it seemed that it was not the case at all. The nearby magic was very rich, and there should be a reason behind it.
Suppressing his disgust, he used his wand to knock the heads of the blue house-elves on the shelf one by one.
"Young Master Elwyn!" Dobby looked at him worriedly, not knowing what he was doing.
When Elwyn's wand fell on the head of the third house-elf on the left that was missing a nose, the elf's closed eyes suddenly opened.
He looked at Elwyn ferociously, as if he wanted to eat Elwyn alive.
Elwyn took a step back and saw three gloomy green magic flames appear in front of him.
The magic flames quickly rushed towards Elwyn. Elwyn hurriedly lowered his head and brushed past the magic flames as Dobby screamed.
He cast a protective spell on himself as fast as he could. The remaining two flames collided with the protective shield and made a muffled sound.
After a few seconds, Elwyn got up from the ground and looked at the shelf in front of him with lingering fear.
He did not expect to be attacked. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.
It seemed that no matter where he was, he could not let his guard down.
He cast another protective spell on himself and continued to try to decipher the mechanism.
He was lucky this time. When his wand fell on the head of the fourth house-elf, the whole shelf suddenly trembled and slid to the right, revealing a secret passage that led downwards.
Dobby screamed again and looked at the secret passage that suddenly appeared in surprise.
For Elwyn, who had rich experience in castle exploration, he was already very familiar with this kind of scene.
In Hogwarts, there could be a secret passage hidden anywhere, even in the bedroom or the headmaster's office.
"Let's go in and take a look!" Elwyn said.
He remained vigilant and strengthened the light of his wand. He pulled Dobby along the stairs.
The passage led downwards. The two sides and the stairs on the ground were all paved with the unique black rocks of Hogwarts Castle. It was dark, cold, and looked especially eerie, as if it wanted to absorb all the light.
The further they went, the lower the temperature. Elwyn did not know when it started, but he found that when he breathed, he would breathe out white mist.
The ground was slippery, and there was a thin layer of ice on it.
Under the glow of his wand, Elwyn could see that everything was glowing with a strange green luster.
It was the color of frost. This was a world of ice.
He had a feeling that he had entered an ice cave that was cut off from the rest of the world.
The low temperature in the cold storage above was transmitted from here. Who knew what was down there?!
"Young Master Elwyn!" Dobby said, trembling. "Dobby feels very cold, very uncomfortable …"
Elwyn looked down and saw that the house-elf was shivering at his feet, curled up into a ball.
He thought for a moment and used his wand to lightly touch his and Dobby's heads. A warm current flowed in from where his wand touched. It was as if there was hot water swirling in his body, dispersing the cold around them and warming him and Dobby up.
Along with the cold, uneasiness and fear were also expelled. The dark cold storage did not seem so scary anymore.
The expression on Dobby's face gradually calmed down, but Elwyn secretly raised his vigilance.
He could feel that the strange magic that made the surroundings cold and lowered the temperature was gradually increasing.
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