Just when a group of people stayed there and frantically opened their minds about what the second assessment would be, suddenly several junior students rushed in in a panic.

"Something's wrong, prefect!"

Something went wrong?

None of the senior idle people showed a scared look, but they were eager to try.

"What's the situation, don't panic, I'm here, speak slowly, I'll solve it." ”

Alan didn't rush to urge, persuading the other party to calm down, and he was too nervous to leak some key information.

"There's something wrong with the kitchen! The house-elves are now scared out of their minds, and the kitchen is in a mess!"

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Alan looked confused - what the hell, who is so idle to scare those elves?

So many kind guys, no matter who used to provide hearty food and tea, and the tone was respectful, who was so shameless and indecent to hurt these lovely guys?

Wait—Alan suddenly thought of the murderer.

"Peeves is in the kitchen again? Didn't that bastard, Barrow the Bloody, take a fancy to it? Who of you knows where Peeves is now, I'm going to use it as a sculpture for a semester!"

"It's not Peeves, it's not it, those elves are scared, and they look weird now!"

The student who came to report was obviously a little confused, and after searching for a long time and not finding the right adjective, he simply dragged Alan and his group towards the kitchen.

——

The kitchen was next to the Hufflepuff lounge, and everyone present had been here no less than a hundred times, and a group of people had rushed to the front of the painting.

As the pear in the portrait was scratched and laughed, a green doorknob appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Alan opened the door with the lead, and the Hufflepuffs began to stream in.

Before they even could recover from their recovery, there was a large number of pots and pots inside, and the elves who were supposed to greet them happily in the past had completely lost their previous habits, and even began to desperately dodge.

It can be seen that they are obviously frightened, otherwise they would not even have lost their previous enthusiasm.

"Hey, Locke, Pan, Jane, where are you?" Alan casually called out the names of a few familiar elves - there were naturally a bunch of acquaintances who came, and Alan had asked a lot of gossip from them.

These elves take care of the whole castle at night, and from time to time you can see some wizards trying to break the school rules, and occasionally there are some behaviors that expand the wizarding world - cough cough, far away...

As Alan shouted, a few of the elves who were hiding came out timidly by his name, and then they were frightened by a group of idle guys.

Although everyone present was a regular in the kitchen, it was the first time that they had come in a group, and it was quite normal for these shy guys to be scared.

Fortunately, these people quickly recognized the visitor, and after carefully checking that there were no outsiders mixed in, they ran over happily: "Happy to come to the kitchen, sorry, this is the first time that so many of you have come, we are scared." ”

"Do you need some dessert, or do you need some tea, and if we're going to have a banquet, we're going to prepare fresh ingredients." A few of them saluted Alan very respectfully, and the other house-elves also ran out unusually cheerfully when they heard the movement, and brought Alan and them a lot of snacks.

Alan was already out of his anger - what bastard did it, such a cute bunch of guys were scared by him like this, his conscience wouldn't hurt?

"I'm a little thirsty, thank you, what's been going on lately?" Alan asked the elves as he picked up a cup of black tea.

"Well, there's a bad guy out there, and she's trying to drive us all out of the castle!" Locke nodded at Allen, a look of fear on his face.

"Kicking you out of the castle? she's crazy—" Alan was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly froze.

He seemed to have remembered something not so good.

So, Alan patiently crouched down, ready to test his guess - "What did she do? Or what did she do to you?"

"Clothes! She tried to give us clothes!" Locke's expression was unusually indignant, "Not only that, but she also handed out leaflets to make us chase that ridiculous freedom and salary or something, she's a demon!"

"No, Miss Granger is a noble person, she's helping us!"

"Shut up, you paycheck anomaly!" Locke shouted to the elf who stepped forward, and Alan recognized it as Dobby—he had been busy with dogs at the beginning of the semester and then with competitions, and had not yet been to the kitchen.

Dobby wears a teapot thermos with a large number of colorful badges pinned to his head, a horseshoe-patterned tie on his bare chest, a pair of what resembles children's soccer shorts, and two mismatched socks on his feet. And, of course, the most important thing, the glove that set him free, was now being carried on his back like a cloak, which was very funny.

But what matters to Allen now is not the question of Dobby's existence. Rather, Dobby conclusively proved Alan's previous suspicion that the person who happily ran to the Hogwarts kitchen was none other than Hermione...

It's embarrassing, isn't it...

However, just when Alan was stunned, with a creaky sound, the kitchen door opened again, and a confused Harry classmate was pushed in, and then the witch with a large bag followed into the kitchen, and when she saw a bunch of people gathered here, she was also stupid over there.

"Mr. Allen, it's her, it's her!" Locke said as he dodged backwards, while Dobby rushed over with surprise on his face, and kept shouting, "Mr. Potter is here, what do you need?" Just as Dobby ran over, most of the elves who had come boldly chose to find a place to hide, and the few who couldn't escape simply hid behind the Hufflepuff Saints, their expressions trembling.

The scene was extremely calm for a while.

In the end, it was Alan who broke the silence and coughed softly, "Ahem, hello, Harry, what are you doing in the kitchen?"

Harry was stunned, not knowing what to say for a long time, but finally Hermione mustered up the courage to stand up and showed a shiny badge to Allen and them.

S. P. E. — Or, rather, vomiting.

Apparently the Hufflepuff classmates quickly figured out the problem.

"What kind of strange organization is this? It's a strange name. “

He almost didn't repeat the word again.

"House-elf Liberation Front, we intend to help the elves get their rightful benefits and treatment. Hermione said without embarrassment.

Alan covered his head - he knew it was this!

Rubbing his forehead, Alan turned his head to a group of melons and said, "Okay, I know what happened, you guys go and deal with your own affairs, I'll deal with this matter." ”

He shook his head as he walked towards Harry and Hermione, then opened the kitchen door and motioned for them to follow.

Harry obediently followed suit, but Hermione didn't seem to have this intention, she stood there in a daze, her steps seemed to have a tendency to move forward, but her eyes kept drifting towards the house-elf, obviously wanting to go over and put the flyer or something else like clothes or something.

Alan sighed, took a few steps, then grabbed her arm, ignored her struggles and pulled the person out, then motioned to Harry with his eyes and walked towards the aisle together.

Luckily, Alan didn't take them a few steps before he found an empty classroom.

Open the door, pull people in, close the door, and finally release a few spells against eavesdropping on the door or something.

After a set of movements, Alan rubbed his temples and said, "Okay, let's all sit down, let's talk slowly." ”

After saying that, Alan found a stool and sat down, looking at Hermione with an unconvinced face and Harry with an embarrassed smile.

Although he had a rough idea of what was going on, Alan still said angrily to Harry, "It's going to be a game in a week, Harry, tell me about it, what are you running towards the kitchen?"

Without waiting for Harry to reply, Hermione pushed the badge over, "Our organization—S. P. E." To rebel against house-elf slavery and improve their legal status, what we are doing today is to make the elves realize that they are oppressed and that they deserve better... “

Hermione gushed and was interrupted by Allen.

"Have you been approved by the school?"

There was a silence - how could such an organization be approved?

"But we've got some members, and they're all enough to buy the monogram!"

"I'm sorry, girl, but that only means that your illegal society is too big-" Alan shook his head angrily.

Without waiting for the name to speak, Alan quickly added: "The establishment of each club must at least be reported, although there is no corresponding punishment, but the school has the right to block them." ”

"You're kidding, Alan, you know how miserable those elves are, how many wizards are oppressing them, even Hogwarts has so many house-elves, I can't believe it!"

"Of course I know this - the Hufflepuff common room is right next to the kitchen, we go to the kitchen a lot, and I know the number of house-elves inside, and I know very well how house-elves are treated in the wizarding world. Alan shrugged his shoulders and said.

"You know you're still stopping us?" said Hermione's face with incredulity.

"Of course—if I don't stop you, normally you'd be sent to Professor McGonagall for your behavior. ”

"Why!" Hermione's tone was full of anger.

"You've disrupted the normal order of teaching at Hogwarts - those house-elves are too scared to even work properly, if this state continues, they won't be able to serve every meal normally, and now that the school has three visiting guests, I don't think you want the news of Hogwarts not giving guests to eat all over the world. ”

"I'm not letting them strike, I'm just letting them fight for the treatment they deserve!"

"But in fact, girl, you have frightened the timid ones—who are now very emotionally unstable, and are afraid that they will be expelled if they get the clothes. ”

"But Dobby loves freedom, doesn't he?"

"He's different - Dobby has the freedom to choose, and he's lucky to have met Harry. ”

"Doesn't that mean that Dobby's success can be replicated? other elves can also get a monthly salary like Dobby!" Hermione retorted, glaring, apparently dissatisfied with Alan's answer.

"No, I'm sure you've heard the story of Dobby's job search - he was rejected by countless families and had to come to Hogwarts to get a salaried job from Dumbledore. Alan said as he looked at the two of them, and then he saw both of them nodding at the same time.

"There is no way for a wizard from the outside world to accept a free elf who receives a salary—a house-elf who eats and lives at home, and is very aware of all the privacy of his master, even including secrets that must not be told to anyone else, such as the family's treasury, the family's book collection, the family's political orientation—do you think they will agree to a group of fairies who know everything and come and go as freelancers?"

There is one thing that Alan hasn't said yet - even after he expelled Flash, Smile still kept a secret for Crouch and wouldn't tell it, which made Crouch feel at ease and boldly expelled her, if not so, I'm afraid that what was waiting for Shining would not be clothes, but an axe that cut off her head and hung it on the wall.

"At least the elves at Hogwarts should get paid, right? Dumbledore just sat back and watched a bunch of elves being oppressed?" Hermione was obviously unconvinced, and began to try to convince Alan from another angle.

"Don't make a fuss, girl—do you know how Hogwarts is funded?" Alan shook his head.

"Hogwarts does not charge any tuition, accommodation, meals, and even provides financial aid for students who cannot afford to pay for books, so as to ensure that every underage wizard can complete the seven years without stress. ”

"Not a single Nat - Hogwarts doesn't make any money, but it has to pay a huge amount of money every year, and the money comes from the school board and not Dumbledore. How many Galleons do you need for all the elves to get a monthly salary, girl?Why do you think the board of directors spends so much extra money every year to hire them for no reason?"

"But!"

"There's nothing wrong with it - if they do bring it up, then they will undoubtedly be expelled and set free, and free house-elves are not protected by law and can be captured at will, how many wizarding families do you think would turn away an elf?"

"But Dobby didn't, Dobby was very safe out looking for a job for a year!"

"The name Harry Potter is very valuable in the wizarding world, girl, after he released this elf, Dobby was naturally associated with Harry, and no one would think about it - but if so many elves were expelled, such a big benefit would be useless even if it was linked to Dumbledore. "Compared to other wizarding families, Hogwarts is a refuge for them, at least they have enough food here and don't have to worry about being beaten up, which is already nice - you just don't think they should be the way they are, but you don't even think about what will happen if they break away from Hogwarts... “

Alan was about to say a few more words, but Hermione's eyes were already red - she ran out crying...

Alan looked at Harry with a confused expression, and then received a look of contempt that he had never seen before: "Why are you still stunned, go out and chase it!"