"Dobby's little master, Mr. Draco of House Malfoy, is now one of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament! Just today, I heard from those students that he had made a dragon bow down in the arena, and the dragon's head stopped in front of Dobby's little master, but he couldn't do more! In a basement at Hogwarts, where the house-elves live and work, Dobby is bragging about Malfoy's exploits on the field, his big nose as red as a tomato standing proudly.

As servants or slaves of wizards, it is normal for Narcissa and Lucius to come to Hogwarts to watch their son's play, and it is normal for Dobby to take Dobby, but it is clear that they do not live in the same room as Dobby, because they see the house-elves as mere lowly slaves, and can only stay with them when they are in the service of their masters, and at other times, it seems that they will stain their eyes when they see it.

So the Hogwarts kitchen has become the best place for Dobby to go now, and at Dumbledore's suggestion, it even participated in the work of serving the Hogwarts students and received a certain reward.

The basement where Dobby was located was a large room with a high ceiling, and a few lit candles lit up the room with a faint candle flame, the room was as large as the auditorium above, and there were many glittering copper pots and basins piled up around the stone walls, and there was a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room, and four long wooden tables that were very similar to those in the auditorium, and the other elves gathered Dobby in the middle, listening intently.

There were about a hundred elves here, all dressed in the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it, wrapped around it, and the elves looked at Dobby with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, the former because the house-elf had accepted the payment paid by Hogwarts with shame and peace of mind, which was extremely sinful and unacceptable in the eyes of the house-elves, and they were ashamed to be with him in the previous process of handling chores.

But at the same time, after hearing the praise of this strange house-elf, there is also some envy, having such a master is indeed a proud thing in their values, and they have no chance, and now their task is only to be Hogwarts cooks, repetitive and boring work day after day, responsible for the daily food of the students.

"Harry Potter!" Dobby stopped his boasting, turned his head to look at the door, and began to scream, and the elves saw a few more figures coming out of the doorway.

Harry's expression was a little embarrassed at this time, and he was a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many house-elves.

The Weasley brothers, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, who had a celebration today, celebrated Harry's success in the first project, but it seemed that there was still some food to celebrate, so they arrived under the leadership of Weasley Bear, who was all too familiar with Hogwarts.

With the help of candlelight, looking at the scene in front of her, Hermione's body trembled a little now.

"You said you wanted to take us to a nice place. Her eyes were a little red, and her tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"Isn't this a good place?" Fred looked at Hermione strangely, as if he didn't hear her strange tone, and then picked up a piece of cheese-covered cake from a plate brought by a courteous house-elf and ate it.

"It's delicious. He complimented.

"Do you have anything to drink?" asked George.

Soon, several house-elves hurried to the back of the room and came again, carrying a large silver tray with cups from the Weasley brothers, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

There was also a jug of milk, a jug of tea and a large plate of biscuits.

"We both tend to come here when we're hungry to get something to eat, and these little guys are quite hospitable. Fred and George said contentedly.

"It's not hospitality, it's exploitation!" Hermione said solemnly, staring at the twins in a way that made them feel uncomfortable.

At the same time, they spread their hands and said, "It's not that we are oppressing them, and besides, they don't feel that they are the object of oppression, don't you believe it?"

"It's the best job in the world, and it's a privilege to serve the students and teachers at Hogwarts. A house-elf standing in front of Hermione said proudly.

"That's because they're uneducated and indoctrinated with some wrong ideas!" Hermione said angrily

"You should be eligible for a paycheck, you should have time to rest, don't you have something you want to buy?" she asked instead, trying to get their realization.

At this time, the house-elf, who had still had respect for Hermione, took a few steps back at this time, and looked at her in disgust, as if she had said something inappropriate and embarrassing.

Hermione looked a little frustrated, but quickly perked up, knowing that this was normal and that changing the way of thinking was a process that would take time.

"Dobby, why are you here?" asked Hermione, crouching down and looking at Dobby in front of her.

At this time, Dobby's big green eyes like ping-pong balls looked very happy, and he was a little speechless with excitement, and he looked at Hermione.

At this time, Hermione was surprised to find that Dobby was now wearing a new clean pillowcase, a well-made light blue tie around his neck, and a pair of neat black cotton socks on his feet.

"Are you free?, Dobby?" asked Hermione, cheeringly, knowing that a house-elf would be freed when he received a gift of clothing from his master, and Dobby's current clothing was likely to symbolize that fact.

"Oh, if he was free, you wouldn't see him here, and maybe Dobby was sent here by his master to be used as a slave. Ron said mockingly, stepping back, remembering the last time he had been knocked to the ground by the house-elf.

"Miss, do you mean Dobby's new clothes?" Dobby straightened his blue hat and explained with a straight face, "It was lent to Dobby by his master, who said that a filthy house-elf was unworthy of working for him." ”

"Really?" Hermione shook her head in disappointment, she thought that the first liberated house-elf had just appeared in front of her, and if it was true, how meaningful it would have been to her house-elf liberation front!

"Don't worry about them, let's go back, Neville and they're still waiting, we're full, they're still hungry. Ron hiccuped as he spoke, the hospitality of these house-elves was too welcoming.