In the eyes of the elves, the house-elves are cowardly betrayers and do not deserve forgiveness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mutilation and miserable life they have suffered are entirely their own fault.

In the eyes of human wizards, house-elves are mere slaves, the private property of wizards.

They have the right to dispose of their house-elves, even to the point of killing them, regardless of their own thoughts.

After the Goblin Rebellion, the house-elves lived a very miserable and dark life.

The only good thing is that with the end of the era of pure-blood glory and the prevalence of dark magic, the status of house-elves has improved somewhat.

Although they are still slaves to the shamans, there are very few inhumane persecutions.

However, judging by the treatment Dobby had received at the Malfoy family before, they were still being abused.

The scary thing is that both pure-blood wizards and house-elves take these things for granted.

Evan hopes that Hermione's house-elf advocacy will change that, though it's unlikely.

He walked forward quickly for five minutes before coming to the end of the room.

The wall ahead no longer had the head of a house-elf on it, replaced by a stone staircase that extended downward.

At the end of the stone staircase, it is tightly closed by a heavy iron door.

"Where does the door lead?" Evan asked, looking around closely, feeling something was not quite right.

The whole room was unobstructed, and only this one passage continued forward, but he always felt that things were not so simple.

"I don't know, Master Aiwen, Dobby hasn't been here!" Dobby replied, looking at the dark corridor in fear.

"We can go in and check it out later!" Evan paused, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Wait a minute, since this cold storage can keep this kind of cold temperature, there must be a magic at work, but I don't feel the magic here." ”

On the contrary, the temperature near this corridor seems to have risen.

Evan closed his eyes, felt the magic change in the air, and led Dobby back.

He walked a few steps, stopping in front of a row of shelves filled with the heads of mutilated, persecuted house-elves.

The heads of the elves on the shelves were all missing some organ or damaged in some way, just like Moody's face.

On top of that, they take on an eerie pale blue color, which is particularly eerie.

The desiccated heads stared at Evan and Dobby viciously with their scary bulb-sized eyes.

Evan didn't know what kind of abuse they were being subjected to in front of them, which made them look so horrified with this hatred on their faces.

It stands to reason that this kind of expression should not be seen in a submissive creature like a house-elf.

Even if their masters killed them, they probably wouldn't have shown that expression......

Dobby wailed and blindfolded himself again.

Ai Wen ignored it directly, when he just passed by, he thought that it was because of a problem with the formula of the potion used for embalming that made the heads of these house-elves so weird, but now it seems that this is not the case at all, the magic around here is very strong, what should be said.

Holding back his nausea, he used his wand to knock on the heads of the blue house-elves on the shelves one by one.

"Master Aven!" Dobby looked at him worriedly, not knowing what he was doing.

When Aven's wand landed on the head of the third house-elf on the left who was missing a nose, the elf's closed eyes suddenly opened.

He looked at Evan fiercely, as if he wanted to eat Evan alive.

Evan subconsciously took a step back and saw three gloomy green demonic fires appear in front of him.

The demon fire quickly pounced on Aven, and at Dobby's scream, Aven hurriedly lowered his head and brushed against the demon fire.

He cast a protective spell on himself as fast as he could, leaving the remaining two flames to crash against the shield with a muffled sound.

After a few seconds, Evan got up from the ground and looked at the shelf in front of him with trepidation.

I didn't expect to be attacked, but fortunately, I reacted quickly......

It seems that no matter where you are, you can't take it lightly.

He cast another protective spell on himself and continued to try to crack the mechanism.

This time he was lucky, when his wand landed on the head of the fourth house-elf, the whole shelf suddenly shuddered and slid to the right to make way for a secret passage downward.

Dobby screamed again, staring in surprise at the secret passage that had suddenly appeared.

For Aven, who has a lot of experience exploring castles, he is already familiar with this kind of scene.

At Hogwarts, there can be secret passages hidden anywhere, even in the bedrooms or the Headmaster's office.

"Let's go in and see!" said Aven.

Keeping his guard on his toes, he increased the glow of his wand and pulled Dobby down the stairs.

The passage continues downward, and the sides and the staircase on the ground are paved with the characteristic large black black rock of Hogwarts Castle, which is pitch black and cold, and looks particularly eerie, as if to absorb all the light.

The further forward it was, the cooler it became, and I don't know when it began, but Evan noticed that he would breathe out a white mist when he breathed.

The ground was slippery and covered with a thin layer of ice.

Under the fluorescent glow of his wand, Evan could see everything glowing with a strange cyan sheen.

That's the color of frost, and it's the world of ice.

He had the feeling of being in some isolated ice cave of his own.

The low temperature of the cold storage above is transmitted from here, and I don't know what is down there?!

"Master Aven!" Dobby said tremblingly, "Dobby feels cold and uncomfortable......"

Evan looked down to see the house-elves shivering at his feet, curled up in a ball.

He thought for a moment, and gently tapped himself and Dobby's heads with his wand, and warm currents flowed in from where his wand touched, as if there was a stream of hot water swirling in his body, dispelling the cold around him and warming himself and Dobby.

Along with the cold, uneasiness and fear were banished, and this dark cold storage seemed to become less terrifying.

The expression on Dobby's face gradually calmed down, but Evan secretly raised his vigilance.

He could feel that the strange magic that made his surroundings cold and cool was growing.

Thinking of those persecuted and hateful house-elves and the trap, he had to be careful in the face of the unknown environment in front of him. (To be continued.) )