When Evan and Dobby returned to the kitchen, Hermione was sitting there with a frown, and next to her was a still crying Sparkle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her fingers.

Things haven't changed much from before Evan left, or worse, Sparkle looks even more sad!

Hermione seemed to have given up trying to persuade her further, and she looked painedly at the house-elf in the distance.

More than 300 house-elves hid far away from the wall, as if they were afraid, but they did not dare to leave.

They stared at Hermione in panic with wide eyes, and all they could see in them was fear, humility, and obedience.

Evan sighed, the difference between the current house-elves and their ancestors that he saw below was really big.

Hundreds of years of slavery have completely distorted their hearts, and they have fundamentally abandoned the idea of independence and freedom.

Although their physical appearance has not changed, these house-elves are completely different species from their ancestors.

They are slaves of wizards, slaves of willingness, nothing more.

"I interviewed them to get their opinions, and just asked a few key questions, and they all ran away!" Hermione sighed, turned her head and asked, "By the way, what did you two just do?"

"Dobby led me around and made a lot of interesting discoveries. ”

Seeing Evan's expression, Hermione didn't continue to ask, she knew what Aven was here for.

Since it is an interesting discovery, it is not appropriate to talk about it here.

Her brow furrowed, and her attention turned back to the house-elves, annoyed by their performance.

A few minutes later, as Evan and Hermione were about to say goodbye, the house-elves who had been shivering by the wall gathered again.

They reached out and handed Evan and Hermione a number of snacks for the two of them to take upstairs.

Hermione refused to take it, and she looked at the elves bowing and curtsimming, a look of pain on her face.

Evan, on the other hand, filled a lot of cream cakes and pies, and the climb on the ice ladder just now consumed a lot of his energy.

"Goodbye, Master Aven!" Dobby said, waving his hand, "Goodbye, Miss Granger!"

"Good night, Dobby!" said Aven, "remember to go up and take those clothes I gave you later." ”

Hearing his words, Dobby immediately smiled.

Hermione waved at Dobby and glanced at the other lowly house-elves.

"I've just thought about it, and I think it's ideal for those house-elves to let them observe Dobby more!" Hermione led the way up the marble staircase, "Look at Dobby, the other elves will see how happy it is for him to be free, and slowly they will understand that they want to do the same!"

"That's a good idea, if you want to help the house-elves defend their rights, the first thing to change is their own deformed idea of being enslaved!" said Aven, his mouth full of pies, "Dobby may be able to take the lead, although it's not very likely, but it's better than you being in a hurry." All I hope is that they don't look too closely at Twinkle. ”

"She'll be happy, too. Hermione said, but her tone was also a little hesitant, "When this scare is over and she gets used to life at Hogwarts, she will see that she is away from that guy named Crouch, and life will be much better!"

"I hope so!" Evan nodded, and if he continued to stay in the Crouch house, he might not even be able to die.

From that point of view, Twinkle should indeed be happy.

For the next few days, Evan was thinking about the demon in the form of a house-elf beneath the kitchen.

He rummaged through the library but couldn't find any clues.

Relying on the information at hand, it was almost impossible to investigate a dark wizard who had lived in Hogwarts hundreds of years ago, let alone the more mysterious Demon Altar, and Evan couldn't find any relevant information.

In the end, he could only focus on cracking the ancient magic text he had brought back.

Compared to the information from the Elder Warlock's era found in the swamp ruins, these inscriptions are not so difficult to decipher.

Evan went under the kitchen alone to observe a few times, making sure nothing was missing.

Although these magical texts are hundreds of years old, most of the magical civilizations of that time are in the same vein as the current magical concepts.

It's only a matter of time before this text is cracked.

Also worried about the house-elf was Hermione, who didn't end up reporting Dobby.

Hermione took Aven's advice and prepared to make reversing the change in the mindset of house-elves the next priority.

In the midst of a busy situation, time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is December.

December brings strong winds and rain and snow to Hogwarts, and although the castle is always windy in winter, everyone is glad for the hot fires and thick walls of the castle every time they walk past the Durmstrang ship parked on the lake.

The great ship swayed in the wind, and its black sails fluttered in the dark night sky.

Many people think Durmstrang must have been cold enough in his mobile homes.

It's no wonder that Krum runs to the school library when he has nothing to do, and the other Durmstrang students are used to passing the time in Slytherin's public breaks, and they get along well.

Beauxbatons students were more accustomed to staying in their carriages than their Durmstrang students.

The only exception is Gabrielle, who is very popular in the Gryffindor common room, behind Fred and George.

Fleur had never been here, and she seemed comfortable leaving her sister in Aven's care.

There was calm inside the school, and everyone seemed to have recovered from the shock of the fire dragon and began to look forward to the next project.

Evan noticed that Hagrid kept supplying Madame Maxime's steeds with their favorite single malt whiskey.

The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, and the students in the Magical Beasts Protection class were a little dizzy.

It's not going to do any good, because they're still tending to the dreaded snails and need to use some wisdom.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating!" Hagrid told his classmates shivering in the pumpkin patch in the next lesson, "Let's try and see if they want to sleep, and we'll settle them in these boxes......

Now there are only ten snails left, and it is clear that their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.