"You three are here!" Hermione's eyes lit up at the sight of Harry, "I'm done!"

"Well, we're done with our jobs!" Ron said triumphantly, dropping the quill. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hermione sat down, placed her belongings on an empty chair, and pulled the prophecy written by Evan in front of her.

"You've had bad luck this month, haven't you?" she said sarcastically, Crook Hill curled up on her knees.

"You know, it's dealing with Professor Trelawney!" said Aven, looking at the box Hermione had retrieved.

Compared with Harry and Ron, the tragic prophecies he wrote were still more subtle and less tragic.

"Whatever happens, at least we've been forewarned. Ron yawned.

Hermione put down Aven's prophecy and took Ron's share again.

"Nice warning indeed, it looks like you're going to drown twice. ”

"Really?" said Ron, looking down at his prophecy, "I'd better change one of them to be trampled to death by a rampaging Hippogriff." ”

"Isn't it obvious at a glance that you made it all up out of thin air?" Hermione said.

"How dare you say that!" said Ron, feigning indignation, "we've been busy all night here, working like house-elves!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at Ron disapprerovingly.

"Sorry, the wording is inappropriate. Ron said quickly.

Harry also put down his quill, having just fulfilled his final prophecy that he would be beheaded at the end of the month.

"Hermione, what's in the box?" Evan asked hurriedly as he pointed to the box.

He felt that it would be better not for Hermione to continue on with the three of them in their divination homework.

"I was about to tell you that this is something I've worked so hard to prepare for the week, and we're going to do something for the house-elves. Hermione said with a grin.

She lifted the lid of the box and showed them what's inside.

The box has about fifty badges, all of different colors, with the same letters written on them: S.P.E.W.

"Vomit?" Harry said as he picked up a badge and looked at it closely, "What does that mean?"

"It's not vomiting," Hermione explained impatiently, "it's S-P-E-W, which means House-Elf Advocacy." ”

"Haven't heard of it. Ron said.

"I haven't heard of it either!" Harry added.

Evan didn't speak, he knew what was going on, and it seemed that Hermione was not content with writing articles for the newspaper at all.

Like she always said, to really do something for the house-elves, it turns out that this is what it means.

"Of course you haven't heard of it," Hermione said crisply, "because I just started it." ”

"Huh?" Ron asked, dragging out his voice and slightly surprised, "how many members do you have?"

"Well, if the three of you also participate, there will be four. Hermione said.

"Attend?!, you think we're willing to walk around wearing a badge with a badge that says vomit?" Ron said.

"It's S-P-E-W!" Hermione said annoyedly, "I originally wanted to name it a campaign to ban the cruel mistreatment of our magical creatures and improve their legal status, but it wasn't quite appropriate, so I made this the title of our association's manifesto." ”

She waved the roll of parchment at them, full of words.

"This is our specific charter, and I've been digging into this issue in the library. The elves were slaves dating back centuries, and I couldn't believe that no one had done anything about it. ”

"Hermione, you listen!" Ron immediately exclaimed, "They like this, they like to be other people's slaves!"

"Our short-term goal!" Hermione said, getting up from her chair and speaking louder than Ron, as if she hadn't heard Ron, "is to ensure that house-elves receive a reasonable wage and a good working environment, and our long-term goals include changing the law against the use of wands, and also trying to get a pokew into the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control, as it is shocking that elves are not fully represented." ”

"Don't get excited, Hermione!" Evan quickly sat her down.

Hermione looked puffed and still stared at Ron dissatisfied, and Ron looked unhappy as well.

"Well, how can we do that?" asked Harry softly.

"First of all, we want to grow our membership. Hermione said emotionally, "I think the attendees will pay two silver sicos to buy badges, which will allow us to print and distribute flyers." You're the treasurer, Ron, and I've got a piggy bank for you upstairs. Harry, you're the secretary, and you need to write down every word I say now as a record of our first meeting. As for Aven, I think you're the right person to be the president, because you're well-known in the wizarding world, which is good for our publicity, and you also have to deal with the Ministry of Magic. And I'm the vice president of the promotion association, and I'm mainly responsible for all the day-to-day affairs, that's it. ”

For a moment, no one spoke, and Hermione looked at the three of them with joy.

Evan frowned and stared at the constitution of the promotion society written by Hermione, it seemed that Hermione did look up a lot of information.

Ron stared at Hermione in surprise, his eyes bulging out slightly, and he forgot to close his mouth.

Harry sat there, both annoyed by Hermione's performance and amused by the look on Ron's face.

Time passed for another moment, a silence, a moment of silence before the storm.

"I'm not participating!" Ron said directly, pushing the badge away from the badge in front of him.

"Ron?!" Hermione's eyebrows rose again, "we're rescuing the house-elves." ”

"As I said, they like it, they like to be other people's slaves!" Ron said stubbornly aloud, "I don't want to rush into the kitchen with you and get them to stop working, I'm not going to do that." ”

"No one likes to be a slave, and that's grossly unfair to house-elves. Hermione said, "Wizards and house-elves are all created equal, wizards can't base their magical civilization on the hard work and exploitation of house-elves, we must stop this." ”

"You don't know anything about house-elves, Hermione!" Ron said, "don't convince me to do your vomiting tricks." ”

"It's not a trick, it's not vomiting, it's house-elf rights......"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Ron stood up from his chair and shouted in the loudest voice, "In my opinion, it's just vomiting, and I don't want to be laughed at by others by hanging this badge on my chest like a fool." ”

The two men breathed and looked at each other, Ron's face flushed, even the tips of his ears red.

Then, he grossly picked up his prophecy homework and quills and rushed back into the bedroom, the door closing loud.

"Don't blame Ron, he's been stressed out lately and made another night of miserable prophecies here!" Harry said.

He winked at Evan and hurried back to the bedroom to persuade Ron. (To be continued.) )