"I'm sorry, Jon...... I just had a gaffe......" Astoria bowed her head and apologized after parting ways with the trio.

She'd just had a big fight with Hermione Granger, and if it hadn't been for the three boys stopping her, the two of them might have even gotten into a fight.

"Nothing!" Jon reassured, "there will always be some different opinions...... Seek common ground while reserving differences!"

"I'm sorry......" Astoria said in a low voice, pretending to focus on a tree guard.

Jon fed the Tree Protector Cauldron with the turtle as he thought back to Hermione's words.

To be honest, she was too naïve, or too little bourgeois.

House-elves were treated unfairly by slaves and wizards, and this is something that anyone with a discerning eye can see.

However, it is undoubtedly foolish to hope that in this way (the establishment of a protective organization of house-elves in the wizarding community) will improve their status.

Some things are not dinners, paintings and embroideries......

How do you really liberate your house-elves?

This is not something unknowable for Jon Hart, who studied the "Compendium of Dragon Slayers" when he was younger.

The first is to have a ghost spread among the house-elves...... At least let a group of house-elves who can accept advanced ideas have theoretical guidance and a foundation for dissemination.

Then, the house-elves need to have an army, fight a war with wizards, and even send a minister of magic to the guillotine......

In this way, the elves can be qualified to touch the word "right", even if they fail.

Rather than pinning your hopes on a group of conscientious wizards to improve themselves......

For Jon, though, he was a wizard himself, not a house-elf...... So his ass must be on the wizard's side.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to do all of the above for the sake of the rights and status of the house-elves......

However, house-elves are a target that can be wooed, at least much more reliable than the pure-blood wizards who have taken refuge and are about to defect to Voldemort.

......

They stayed in the Forbidden Forest for more than an hour, feeding a lot of tree guards.

By the time they left, the whole grove was filled with singing.

Astoria seemed to be in a bad mood all the time, and they said goodbye to each other after entering the castle.

Jon spent a few hours in the Room of Requirement, waiting until it was getting late before hurrying to Severus Snape's office.

Professor Snape had changed into a new black robe, and he gave Jon a cold look:

"In a few dozen minutes, the Halloween banquet will begin!"

"I know, Professor!" Jon nodded, "So I've eaten something early...... After all, he's locked up now, isn't he?"

"Whatever you want!" Snape strode out of the office, then stopped and said, "Don't let anyone break in here and steal my things!"

"Okay!" Jon nodded, then watched Snape close the door.

He really wasn't interested in what was going to happen at the Halloween party...... After all, he can recite all the four players who participated in the Triwizard Tournament.

Staying alone in Snape's office is undoubtedly more appealing...... He could sneak a peek at Snape's herbs and potions, and if he was lucky, he could steal a lot of things.

But first, we need to get tonight's mission done......

Jon shifted his gaze to several large vat in the room.

The Indian black eel is a large eel 1-2 meters long that is herbivorous and docile...... Their blood, filtered, is a versatile potion.

So there is no doubt that the workload tonight is still relatively large.

......

The Halloween dinner time seemed to be much longer than usual.

Perhaps because of the banquet held for two days in a row, many students didn't seem to enjoy the well-prepared dishes as much as they normally would.

The people in the auditorium kept looking around, and every face showed an anxious expression. Everyone fidgeted and stood up from time to time to look towards the rostrum.

Finally, the banquet was over, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

On either side of Dumbledore, Karkaroff and Lady Maxim looked just as nervous and expectant as everyone else, Ludo Bagman smiled and winked at the students of the various schools, and Mr. Crouch had a blank expression.

"I'm honored that the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision!" Dumbledore said with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, most of the lights in the entire auditorium were extinguished, and it fell into a state of half-light and half-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire, which had been moved to the podium, shone brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames that burst into sparks were simply fascinating.

Almost everyone looked at Dumbledore nervously.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.

Then, a tongue of fire leapt into the air, and out of it flew a piece of almost charred parchment—

Dumbledore took the parchment, and the flames in the flames were blue and white again.

"Warriors of Durmstran—" Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, "It's Victor Krum." ”

Applause and cheers swept through the auditorium.

Victor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore. Then, at Professor McGonagall's instructions, she turned to the right and walked along the podium into the next room.

"Great, Victor!" Karkaroff roared in a bear-like voice, "I knew you were destined to be a warrior!"

Silence returned to the auditorium, as a second piece of parchment appeared.

"The warriors of Beauxbatons - it's Fleur Delacul!"

The girl, who resembled a girl, stood up gracefully, flicked her silver hair, and walked lightly from between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables to the podium.

She bowed gracefully to Dumbledore, and walked into the room where Krum had just entered.

There was silence throughout the Great Hall, and almost all the Hogwarts students held their breath...... Because they know that the next ones to be revealed will be the champions of Hogwarts.

The third piece of parchment, arrived as scheduled.

"The Warriors of Hogwarts—"

Dumbledore grabbed it, then froze, staring at the note in his hand with some strange expression.