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After breakfast on Sunday, Harry and Ron arrived at the owl shack. They were to carry a letter to Percy, as Sirius had done, and asked him if he had seen Mr. Crouch lately. They chose Hedwig because it had been unemployed for a long time. They watched through the window of the shack as it faded away, then descended the stairs to the kitchen to give their newly bought socks to Dobby, the house-elf who had helped Harry so much at the Triwizard Tournament.

"First we need to know where the kitchen is." "Most students at Hogwarts don't make it to a Hogwarts kitchen until they graduate. ”

"It's okay, I've got a map of the living spots." Harry shook the worn-out parchment map at Ron.

"Okay." Ron muttered, "George and Fred should have given this thing to their brother for a while." ”

Harry pretended not to hear Ron's complaints.

They descended the marble staircase into the foyer below. He and Ron descended a stone staircase, not a dimly dark underground passage like the one leading to Snape's underground classroom. Instead, they found themselves in a wide stone corridor, brightly lit by torches, and decorated here and there delightful pictures, mainly of food.

"I'd venture to say George and Fred were here when they were in first grade. It's just that none of them say it to us. Ron has a deep grudge against his two twin brothers, "Growing up he would only bully me. ”

Harry approached a painting of a huge silver bowl full of fruit and held out his index finger. Gently scratched the big green pear. The pears squirmed, eating and laughing. Suddenly it turned into a big green doorknob. Harry grabbed it and pulled the door open, and Ron couldn't wait to run inside.

At a cursory glance, Harry saw a large room with a high ceiling, as large as the auditorium above, surrounded by glittering copper pots and basins, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room. Before he could see better, a small thing came running towards him from the center of the room, screaming, "Harry. Porter. Mr! Harry. Porter! ”

Then, the screaming elf slammed into his upper abdomen, holding him tightly, so tightly that he felt like his ribs were going to be broken, and all the air in his lungs was squeezed out.

"Dobby—Dobby?" Harry gasped.

"It's Dobby, sir, it's Dobby!" The voice screamed from near his navel. Dobby was looking forward to seeing Harry again. Mr. Potter! ”

There were about a hundred house-elves standing in the kitchen, laughing, bowing, and curtsy as Dobby led Harry past them. They all wore the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it.

"Oh, it's spectacular." Ron seemed speechless. "Hogwarts is the only one in the world that has so many house-elves."

The house-elves welcomed them with great joy, bowed and curtsy, and hurriedly prepared refreshments for them. Dobby was ecstatic to see the gift Harry had prepared for him.

"Harry. Potter was too good for Dobby! He screamed, wiping away the big tears that came out of his big eyes.

"You saved my life with gill sac grass. Dobby, really. Harry said.

"I love these house-elves. Harry. Ron's mouth was now full of finger cakes, and he kept shoving from a plate to his mouth.

"And that finger pie?" Ron asked, looking at the smiling house-elves around him who were bowing and bowing.

"You just had breakfast!" Harry's brow twitched unnaturally. However, a large silver platter full of finger cakes, already held by four elves, was delivered to them in a whirlwind.

"Don't worry about these little things, Hogwarts doesn't lack these foods." Ron disagreed, "The house-elves will be happier that they want to be praised for their craft." ”

"In a way, Weasley is absolutely right."

A voice came from behind Harry and Ron.

It was Silver, who took Hermione's hand and went into the kitchen.

"Why did you come here?" Harry. Potter felt that he was not in a good temper when facing Silver now.

"How you got here, how I got here, Potter, the Hogwarts school rules don't say that only Gryffindor tricksters can come to the kitchen, hiss, Hermione, tap, you know I'm not talking about you." Silver spoke loudly in the first half of the sentence, and then softened.

"But not everyone knows the location of this kitchen." Ron stepped in to round the two of them, even though he was Harry. Potter's buddy, but he doesn't want to offend Silver.

"Most of the secrets of Hogwarts are not secrets to me, not to mention that the location of the kitchen is not a big secret, at least the prefects and chairmen of the various houses know about it." Silver squeezed Hermione's hand and motioned for her not to mischievous, "It's you, why did you come to the kitchen?" ”

"We naturally have our business, Silver, you care too much."

"Okay, then I'm going to do my thing."

Silver turned to Dobby, "Dobby, do you remember me?" We've seen it at Malfoy's estate. ”

"Of course Dobby remembers Silver Boy." Dobby bent down and made a very funny salute.

"There's something I'd like to ask for your opinion on. Heard about Barty. Crouch expelled his own house-elf after the Quidditch World Cup, and the house-elf came to Hogwarts with you. I know you're all house-elves without an owner, so would you like to be my Silver's house-elf? ”

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