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He just wanted to help Dobby, and in reality, there wasn't anything Dobby needed to do.

At the busiest time of Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry, Evan asked Dobby to help Fred and George with the printing of the exams.

After Professor Lupin took over, Dobby was idle again, mainly responsible for taking care of Aven's daily life.

This amount of work is really nothing for a house-elf, and he needs more work.

Evan had to let him help out in the kitchen and live with his companions, which was the best arrangement for him.

"Master Aven, do you need any food here?" Dobby screamed excitedly, "You don't need to come down in person, you just need to summon it, Dobby can send it to you at any time, you know how to summon Dobby's ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the house-elves beside Evan and Hermione began to get busy.

They took out all kinds of ingredients at once and prepared to give them two something to eat.

"No preparation, we don't need to eat!" Evan said hurriedly, looking at the house-elves with a headache, "Dobby, Hermione and I just came over to see how you're doing here?"

"Oh, Master Evan is still so kind!" Dobby's big green eyes were suddenly soaked with tears, and he looked at Evan and Hermione with teary eyes, "Master Evan actually led his friends to visit Dobby in person, Dobby and Sparkle ......"

"What, Twilight is here too?!" Hermione said in surprise.

After the World Cup, they never saw Twinkle again.

Evan knew from Sirius that the Ministry of Magic had released Twinkle after an investigation and found her innocent.

But she could never return to Crouch's house again, and she didn't know where she had gone since she left the Ministry of Magic.

"yes, miss, yes, Twilight works here, too!" Dobby said, grabbing Evan and Hermione's hands.

He dragged the two of them through four long wooden tables and into the kitchen inside.

In the kitchen, the tables are positioned exactly like those of the four faculties in the auditorium above.

At this moment the dinner is over, and there is no food on the table, but it must have been piled up with delicacies not so long ago, and then sent through the ceiling to the table facing above.

At this time, at least three hundred elves were standing in the kitchen.

As Dobby led Aven and Hermione past them, they were all laughing, bowing, and curtsy.

They all wore the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it.

They wrapped their tea towels around their robes as they had done before.

A few minutes later, Dobby stopped in front of a brick fireplace and pointed it out to Evan and Hermione.

"Twinkle, look, Miss, Master Aiwen!" he said.

Twinkle sat on a stool by the fire, and unlike Dobby, she didn't seem to be just looking for clothes to wear.

She wore a neat little skirt and short blouse, and a matching blue hat with two holes cut out to show her two large ears.

However, Dobby's strange combination of clothes was spotlessly protected as if it were brand new, while Twilight was clearly unconcerned about her clothes, her crop blouse spilled with soup stains and a scorched spot on her skirt.

"Twinkle!" said Hermione.

At the sight of the two of them, Shibliner looked up and trembled slightly, her lips trembled, and then she burst into tears, tears rolling out of her big brown eyes and spilling onto her chest, exactly as they had been in the Quidditch World Cup.

"Oh my gosh. Hermione said sadly, "Twilight, stop crying, please ......"

But Twinkle cried even harder, and Dobby looked up at Evan with joy.

"Master Aiwen, would you like a cup of tea?" he asked aloud in a shrill voice, drowning out the sparkling weeping.

"Alright, let's have a little!" said Aven.

He looked around the kitchen to compare it with the castle plan he had found.

But no, everything is unrecognizable, everything has changed too much.

Hearing the conversation between Evan and Dobby, six house-elves immediately rushed up from behind him.

They carried a large silver tray with a teapot on top of it, as well as Evan and Hermione's cups.

On top of the tray, there was also a jug of milk and a large plate of biscuits.

"Thanks, that looks good!" said Aven.

Hearing his words, the elves were delighted, and they bowed low and retreated.

"Dobby, how long has Twilight been here?" asked Hermione.

"It's probably a little over a month, miss!" said Dobby, "and no one wants to take her in, you know, it's hard for a house-elf to get a new job, it's hard!"

Hearing this, Twinkle cries even harder.

Her nose, like a flattened tomato, was dripping with snot on her chest, and she didn't want to stop it.

"Dobby originally planned to ask Master Aven for help, so that he could hire Twinkle like Dobby and pay her!" Dobby said sharply, "but Dobby wasn't sure if he should trouble the great Master Aven because of this, Dobby knew that he was already so busy that he shouldn't be distracted by this little thing." And he's already hired Dobby, he doesn't have that much work to pay another house-elf for nothing......"

The house-elves in the kitchen were all looking at them with interest and listening to them.

But hearing this, they all looked away, as if Dobby had said something rude and embarrassing.

In their opinion, it is a very shameful act to ask for payment, which is simply an insult to the house-elves.

Evan convinces Dobby not to worry about this, and that he is willing to pay to hire Twilight despite not having that much work.

But Dobby keeps shaking his head, he thinks it's shameful to be paid for not working, and it's completely unacceptable to let Evan hire Twilight.

As for Dobi's request for labor compensation, Hermione spoke highly and appreciated.

She even took out a quill and began to write it down, apparently preparing to publish it in the newspaper as a new propaganda point.

A free-spirited house-elf who asks for a salary, which is exactly the model she and the house-elf rights promotion association need.

She needed to let the wizarding world know that not all house-elves were willing to be exploited and enslaved, and she needed to let wizards know what they thought.

This is exactly what the Association for the Advancement of Rights was founded to do to help house-elves make their voices heard.

Hermione looked excited, and she was going to interview the other elves in a moment to hear what they had to say. (To be continued.) )

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