"It's nothing short of exploitation, it's unreasonable, how could Professor Dumbledore allow this to happen!".

Walking in the staircase at night, in the murals on the wall, many ghosts are curiously looking at the chattering girl and her male companion.

"Those house-elves should have their own wages, Lorne!".

Hermione grumbled a little angrily.

In her opinion, such exploitative practices disappeared hundreds of years ago.

"I also think that the exploiters should be hanging on the street lamps. "

Lorne nodded approvingly, but on second thought, something wasn't quite right.

These little wizards who are responsible for food and shelter seem to be this group of exploiters.

It was me who was hung up on the street lamp

Lorne's eyes widened as he thought about it, and he shook his head and hurriedly threw these dangerous thoughts behind him.

"I'll never eat what they made again!".

Hermione decided to go on a hunger strike!

"No, there's no way you're going to solve the root cause. Step by step, Lorne explained to her, "Rather than not eating, it's better to get to the root of the problem." "

"For example, you can set yourself a small goal. "

"What goal?".

Hermione asked curiously.

"Do you have any ideals?".

Lorne didn't rush to answer her question, but asked rhetorically.

"Ideal?".

"Yes, for example, do you have any positions you want to do in the future?"

"I want to be a... Doctor?".

Hermione thought about it carefully, and under her father's teaching, it seemed that there was only one position she could choose at the moment, as if she were a dentist.

"Wizards don't need dentists. Lorne quipped.

For wizards, most illnesses are just a matter of magic.

And toothache, a minor ailment, is naturally included in it.

"So, being a professor?".

Hermione tentatively said that with her future knowledge, becoming a professor is also a very good choice.

"Being a professor doesn't solve the problem of elves. "

"The pattern needs to be opened, let's say the Minister of Magic!".

Lorne said straight what he wanted to say.

Hermione, who didn't want to be Minister for Magic, was not a good wizard.

"Minister of Magic—" Suddenly brown eyes lit up.

"You're right, as long as I become the Minister of Magic, then I will be able to liberate the elves!".

Hermione set her goal in high spirits.

"Hahahaha, it's funny that a little wizard wants to be the minister of the Ministry of Magic!".

A shrill sound passed through the wall, and the two men looked up at a mural of an old woman who pointed to the side with her finger.

Looking in the direction of his fingertips, a short, comically dressed pale ghost was hugging his belly and laughing.

"Peeves?".

Both of them had more or less seen the trickster at Hogwarts, and many professors couldn't do anything about him, even Snape.

So the only people who were able to subdue Peeves were Headmaster Dumbledore and Barrot the Bloody.

Rumor has it that this troublemaker existed when Hogwarts was first founded, and it can be said that it was born of Hogwarts, and it has been in this castle longer than anyone else.

"Hermione has no friends, and Lorne has no friends, you two are pathetic!".

"Hahaha-".

"It's annoying!".

"Let's go Lorne, leave it alone!".

Hermione half-squinted and pulled Lorne to go back.

This skin ghost is not afraid of heaven and earth, and can only come to the soft and not the hard.

It is said that on one occasion an Administrator attempted to capture Peeves, which led to Peeves starting to run rampant around the castle with several scimitars, several crossbows, a large-caliber breech gun, and a small cannon.

At that time, classes had to be suspended for three days for the safety of the students, and the current principal, Euprathea Moore, went to negotiate peace.

After that, everyone didn't dare to provoke it.

However, just because others don't dare doesn't mean Lorne doesn't dare.

"Wait a minute!".

With that, Lorne closed his eyes with his back to Hermione, and when he opened them again, the black scythe began to slowly turn in the red pupils.

Magic doesn't hurt much for Peeves, as it has lived in the castle for nearly a thousand years, and to put it mildly, it has learned almost all of it.

However, it was clear that Peeves had no way to stop the illusions that were being cast against it.

Soon, the originally wanton laughter suddenly stopped.

I saw Peeves floating in mid-air sluggishly, his eyes gradually dissipating.

"Gone. "

Lorne greeted Hermione, who was frozen in place.

"What's wrong with it?".

Hermione asked, glancing at Peeves, who was motionless in mid-air.

"I just glanced at it, and I thought about it, the spell might not work for it. "

"I don't know what's wrong with it, maybe it's trying to play a prank again. "

"Then let's go!".

Hearing this, Hermione hurriedly trotted in front.

Lorne followed.

On the wall behind them, a group of ghosts looked curiously at Peeves who stiffened in mid-air, pointing and pointing from time to time.

Suddenly, a shrill roar startled them.

"Don't you come here-".

"Red eyes, red eyes are terrible!".

"There's definitely something wrong with that snake—".

Peeves went on a rampage, crashing headlong into the wall and vanishing without a trace.

The surrounding ghosts looked at each other, not knowing for a moment whether to laugh or sympathize.

But the corners of their mouths couldn't help it.

I didn't expect Peeves to have today!

Cheerful laughter is a Hogwarts supper tonight, a Peeves' nightmare.

After the two separated, Hermione went to the eighth floor, while Lorne went to the basement.

"Purebred. "

As the command was called, the doors of the Slytherin break room were opened.

"Arrogant and boring slogans. "

Lorne shook his head, ignoring the little snakes who were bragging to each other in the hall about how powerful their family was, and went straight back to the dormitory.

"I slept in the afternoon, and I didn't feel sleepy at all!"

Lorne was lying in bed, unable to sleep at all.

The two addicted teenagers in the same dormitory are still building houses, and Malfoy even wants to ask him to buy a few more, which is what other noble wizards want.

It's just that Lorne didn't have much, so he refused directly.

He gave Malfoy two of them mainly for the sake of his own boredom, which were not for sale.

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