Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

613. Chapter 609 Busy Time

    When Ivan and Dobby returned to the kitchen, Hermione was frowning and sitting there, still crying beside her.

    She buried her face in her hand, and her tears slid down the gap between her fingers.

    The situation and Ivan didn't change much before leaving, or worse, the sparkling look is even more sad!

    Hermione seems to have given up trying to continue her persuasion, and she looked at the house elf in the distance with pain.

    More than three hundred house elfs were hiding far from the wall, as if they were scared, but did not dare to leave.

    They stared at Hermione in a wide-eyed eyes, only to see fear, humbleness, and obedience.

    Ivan sighed, and now the house elf is really different from the ancestors she saw below.

    The centuries of slavery have completely distorted their hearts and fundamentally abandoned the idea of ​​independent freedom.

    Although the appearance has not changed, these house elf and their ancestors are completely different species.

    They are wizard's slaves, willing slaves, nothing more.

    “I interviewed them and got to know their opinions. I just asked a few key questions, they all run away!”Hermione sighed and turned and asked, "Yes, what have you been doing just now?"

    “Dobby led me around and there were a lot of interesting discoveries.”

    Seeing Ivan's expression, Hermione didn't continue to ask, she knew Ivan's purpose here.

    Since it is an interesting discovery, it is not suitable for talking about it here.

    Her brows stretched out and her attention turned back to the house elf, which was very annoying for their performance.

    A few minutes later, when Ivan and Hermione were ready to leave, the house elf, who had been trembling around the wall, re-entered.

    They reached out and handed a lot of snacks to Ivan and Hermione, bringing them both upstairs.

    Hermione refused to take it, and she looked at the little elf, who kept squatting and curtsy, and her face looked painful.

    Ivan has a lot of cream cakes and pies. Just climbing on the ice ladder has consumed a lot of his energy.

    "Goodbye, Master Ivan!"Dobby waved and said, "Goodbye, Miss Granger!"

    "Good night, Dobby!"Ivan said, "Remember to take the clothes that I gave you for a while."

    When he heard him, Dobby suddenly smiled.

    Hermione also waved at Dobby and glanced at the other house elf who applied for humble.

    "I just thought about it carefully. I think it would be the best thing for those house elf to let them observe and observe Dobby!"Hermione led the marble staircase. "Look at Dobby's look. Other little elf will see how happy he is to be free. Slowly they will understand that they are willing to do that too!"

    “The idea is good. If you want to help house elf to protect its rights, the first thing to change is their own kind of slavish thoughts of being enslaved!”Ivan said that the mouth is stuffed with pies. "Dobby may have some lead, although it's not very likely, but it's better than you." All I hope is, I hope they don't watch the sparkle too carefully. ”

    "She will be happy too."Hermione said, but her tone was a little hesitant. "When this is scared, when she gets used to the life of Hogwarts, she will see that she left the guy named Crouch, and the days are much better!"

    God willing!Ivan nodded and stayed in the Crouch home and couldn't even have a life.

    From this perspective, the spark should indeed be happy.

    In the next few days, Ivan was thinking about the Demon in the house elf form under the kitchen.

    He read a lot of information in the library, but did not find any clues.

    Relying on the information at hand, it is almost impossible to investigate a dark wizard that lived in Hogwarts hundreds of years ago, not to mention the more mysterious Demon Altar. Ivan could not find relevant information.

    In the end, he can only focus on the ancient magic language that he brought back.

    The cracking of these magic languages ​​is not that difficult compared to the information of the ancient warlock era found in the swamp ruins.

    Ivan went to the kitchen a few times and observed it a few times to make sure there were no omissions.

    Although these magic languages ​​have been around for centuries, the magical civilization and the current magical ideas are mostly in the same line.

    Cracking this magic language is only a matter of time.

    Also worried about house elf is Hermione, who did not report Dobby's affairs.

    Hermione accepted Ivan's advice and was prepared to reverse the change in house elf concept as the next step.

    In a busy day, time passed quickly, and in December, it entered December.

    In December, Hogwarts brought squally winds and rains and snow. Even though there was always a wind in the castle in winter, every time you walked through the large ship of Durmstrang parked on the lake, it was a hot fire and thick in the castle. The wall is thankful.

    The big ship swayed in the wind, and the black sails danced in the dark night sky.

    Many people think that Durmstrang's mobile homes must be cold enough.

    It's no wonder that Krum ran to the school's library when things were fine. Other Durmstrang students used to spend time in Slytherin's public rest, and they got along well.

    Compared to Durmstrang students, Beauxbatons' students are more accustomed to staying in their own carriages.

    Only Gabrielle is an exception, she is very popular in the Gryffindor common room, second only to Fred and George.

    Fleur never came, she seemed to be very comfortable leaving her sister to Ivan for care.

    The school was calm, and everyone seemed to recover from the shock brought by Dragon and began to look forward to the next project.

    Ivan notes that Hagrid continues to offer their favorite pure malt whiskies to the horses of Madam Maxime.

    The feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable was a burst of wine, and the students who had been burned for Care for Magical Creatures were a little dizzy.

    This is not good, because they are still caring for the terrible Blast-Ended Skrewt and need some wisdom.

    "I can't tell if they are hibernating!"In the next lesson, Hagrid told the classmates who were trembling in the pumpkin patch, "We might as well try to see if they want to sleep, we put them in these boxes…"

    There are only ten Blast-Ended Skrewts left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.