When Elwyn and Dobby returned to the kitchen, Hermione was sitting there, frowning, and beside her was Shinning, who was still crying.
She buried her face in her hands, and tears fell down through the gaps between her fingers.
The situation was not much different from before Elwyn left, or worse, Shinning looked even more sad!
Hermione seemed to have given up trying to persuade her. She looked at the house-elves in the distance with pain.
More than three hundred house-elves hid far away from the wall, as if they were afraid, but did not dare to leave.
They stared at Hermione with wide eyes, panicked, and could only see fear, humility, and obedience.
Elwyn sighed. The current house-elves were very different from their ancestors he saw below.
Hundreds of years of slavery had completely distorted their hearts, and they had fundamentally abandoned the idea of independence and freedom.
Although their appearance had not changed, these house-elves were completely different species from their ancestors.
They were the wizards' slaves, willing slaves. That was all.
"I interviewed them to understand their views. I just asked a few key questions, and they all ran away!" Hermione sighed, turned her head and asked, "By the way, what were you two doing just now?"
"Dobby led me around, and there were a lot of interesting discoveries."
Seeing Elwyn's expression, Hermione did not continue to ask. She knew the purpose of Elwyn's visit.
Since it was an interesting discovery, it was not suitable to talk about it here.
Her eyebrows relaxed, and she turned her attention back to the house-elves. She was annoyed by their behavior.
A few minutes later, when Elwyn and Hermione were ready to leave, the house-elves who had been trembling by the wall surrounded them again.
They reached out and handed many snacks to Elwyn and Hermione, asking them to take them upstairs.
Hermione refused to take it. She looked at the elves who kept bowing and curtsying, and a pained expression appeared on her face.
Elwyn, on the other hand, packed a lot of cream cakes and pies. Climbing up the ice stairs had consumed a lot of his energy.
"Goodbye, Master Elwyn!" Dobby said, waving. "Goodbye, Miss Granger!"
"Good night, Dobby!" said Elwyn. "Remember to fetch those clothes I gave you later."
Dobby beamed with joy when he heard what he said.
Hermione also waved at Dobby and glanced at the other house-elves who had applied for the lowly position.
"I've thought about it carefully. I think it would be ideal for those house-elves to observe Dobby!" Hermione led the way up the marble stairs. "Look at Dobby. The other elves will see how happy he is to be free. Slowly, they will understand that they want to be like him!"
"That's a good idea. If you want to help the house-elves protect their rights, the first thing you have to do is to change their deformed mentality of being enslaved!" Elwyn said, his mouth full of pies. "Dobby might be able to play a leading role. Although the possibility is not high, it's better than you being anxious. I only hope that they don't observe Sparkling too closely. "
"She'll be happy too." Hermione said, but her tone was also a little hesitant. "When this fright is over and she gets used to life at Hogwarts, she'll see that her life will be much better without that Crouch guy!"
"I hope so!" Elwyn nodded. If she continued to stay in Crouch's house, she might even lose her life.
From this point of view, Sparkling should really be happy.
For the next few days, Elwyn kept thinking about the house-elf-like demon under the kitchen.
He looked through a lot of information in the library, but did not find any clues.
It was almost impossible to rely on the information at hand to investigate a dark wizard who lived in the Hogwarts hundreds of years ago, let alone the more mysterious demon altar. Elwyn could not find any relevant information at all.
In the end, he could only focus all his attention on deciphering the ancient magic text he had brought back.
Compared with the information of the ancient warlocks found in the ruins of the swamp, the work of deciphering these magic text was not so difficult.
Elwyn went to the kitchen alone to observe a few times to make sure that he did not miss anything.
Although these magic text had a history of hundreds of years, most of the magic civilization at that time and the current magic philosophy were mostly the same.
Deciphering this magic text was only a matter of time.
Hermione was also worried about the matter of the house-elves. In the end, she did not report about Dobby.
Hermione accepted Elwyn's suggestion and was ready to change the concept of the house-elves as the focus of the next step.
Time passed quickly in the midst of the hustle and bustle, and in the blink of an eye, it was December.
December brought strong winds, rain, and snow to the Hogwarts. Although the castle was always windy in winter, everyone was thankful for the hot fire and thick walls of the castle every time they walked past the big ship of Durmstrong that was docked on the lake.
The big ship rocked and swayed in the strong wind, the black sails fluttering in the dark night sky.
Many people thought that the mobile home of Durmstrong must be very cold.
No wonder Krum would go to the school library when he had nothing to do, and the other students of Durmstrong were used to passing time in the public rest room of Slytherin. They got along well.
Compared to the students of Durmstrong, the students of Boothbottom were more used to staying in their own carriages.
Only Gabriel was an exception. She was very popular in the public rest room of Gryffindor, second only to Fred and George.
Hibiscus Chinensis, on the other hand, had never been there. She seemed to be at ease leaving her sister in the care of Elwyn.
The school was quiet. Everyone seemed to have recovered from the shock of the fire dragon and began to look forward to the next project.
Elwyn noticed that Hagrid kept providing Mrs. Maxim's horses with their favorite single malt whisky.
The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students of the magical animal protection class a little dizzy.
This was no good, because they were still taking care of the terrible explosive-tailed snails and needed to use some wisdom.
"I'm not sure if they are hibernating!" In the next class, Hagrid told the students shivering in the pumpkin field, "We might as well try to see if they want to sleep. We'll put them in these boxes."
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