After Ivan explained, Hermione nodded in satisfaction.

Harry couldn't help laughing on the side, but he knew that Ivan gave Dobby, and the explanation was a little better than nothing.

"How is this possible!" Nick's eyes widened, and his body floating in mid-air trembled, and he didn't want to believe Ivan's words at all.

"For house-elves, wages and holidays are an insult to them ... They love to work! Nick added.

"No creature is born to work!" Hermione glared at Nick before continuing with an oath.

"They must have been forced by wizards to do that, isn't Dobby, Ivan's house-elf, on a salary and a holiday? If we..."

"Dobby is a very special house-elf, Hermione!" Ivan interrupted Hermione's words, looked at her seriously, and continued.

"I've always respected Dobby's wishes, and it wants pay and holidays, so I'll give it away! In the same way, I respect the ideas of other house-elves! ”

Hermione's words choked for a moment, and it took a moment before she stammered and retorted. "But that's... That's not what they really think... Who doesn't love a freer life? ”

She had seen Twilight and Kreacher before, and of course she knew the sick concept of "servitude" of the house-elves, but she thought it was the result of long-term slavery by her master, and it should be corrected!

"Freedom?" Ron sneered, eating the crème brûlée as he interjected. "If you really talk to those house-elves about freedom, they're going to be terrified!"

As he spoke, Ron poured another big mouthful of orange juice, smashed his mouth, and said again. "And, Hermione... What the are you doing with that heart? Isn't it bad like this? ”

"Of course not! I didn't expect that our convenient life at Hogwarts was built on the pain of raising domestic elves! Hermione puffed up as she put down her knife, fork and spoon.

Thinking that dinner was made by exploited house-elves, Hermione couldn't eat a bite.

Seeing that the little witch seemed to be planning to go hungry for a night, Ivan reluctantly persuaded. "It doesn't have to be like this, does it? Hermione? It's like if you want to make something different, you have to take it one step at a time, don't you? ”

"That's the first step I did!" The little witch said firmly.

Ivan shrugged his shoulders and didn't persuade again, but slowly picked up a piece of fragrant syrup fruit pie and put it in his mouth and took a bite.

The pie is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, fragrant, and thick syrup on the inside, which is just the right amount of sweetness without being too greasy.

"I haven't seen them for a summer vacation, but their craftsmanship is still so good!" Ivan swallowed with oil and ominous admiration, then forked a shortbread with a fork and placed it on Hermione's plate. "Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

Hermione pursed her lips and worked on the train all afternoon, her stomach empty.

But in the end, the little witch endured it, pushed the plate away from the plate in front of her, and glared at Ivan indignantly, as if whoever ate a bite of shortbread betrayed the anti-discrimination against house-elves.

"Alright, I think you're all well fed and drunk!" After about an hour, Dumbledore stood up again, and with a wave of his wand as he had done at the beginning, he swept away the plates and leftovers of food on the table.

"Looks like you're going to be hungry all night!" Ivan whispered.

"I'd rather starve to death than eat what was made by the labor of elf slaves!" Hermione glanced at him angrily.

On the stage, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times, and he obviously heard Hermione's words, but he pretended not to know, and repeated the precautions of the new semester.

The main thing is to remind the new students not to run into the Forbidden Forest, and to prohibit the use of some dangerous magical "toys" in the castle.

Speaking of which, Dumbledore glanced at George and Fred, who had received many complaints from Filch in the past two years.

George and Fred looked weak under Dumbledore's gaze, and they immediately decided that they must be more hidden when selling "toys" in the future, and they must not be caught!

After Dumbledore glanced at it, he turned his gaze back to the young wizards in the Great Hall, announcing a bombshell news.

"On top of that, I'm sorry to inform you that Hogwarts will no longer be hosting Quidditch tournaments this year!"

"Why?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and his excitement nearly knocked over the candlestick on the side.

The other Quidditch players performed similarly, and there was a sudden discussion on the long tables of the four major houses, and many people looked at Dumbledore anxiously, waiting for his answer.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed down, motioning for everyone to be quiet for a while, clearing his throat before speaking again. "That's because there's a big event that starts in October and continues throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy... So we had to make some adjustments! ”

"But I'm sure you can all have a lot of fun with it. It is with great pleasure that I announce that this year at Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore's loud voice echoed through the Great Hall, but at that moment, a sharp knock on the door interrupted him.

The little wizards in the Great Hall turned their gazes in unison, even Ivan.

Under the gaze of the crowd, an old wizard was standing in the doorway, with a long cane in his hand and a black traveling cloak wrapped around his body.

His legs and feet did not seem to be very good, and he limped forward, the cane in his hand staggered to the ground, and the whole Great Hall became silent because of his arrival, except for the sound of torrential rain and thunder outside the window.

In an instant, another flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

In the blinding light, the old wizard lifted his hood and shook out his long, sparse gray hair, revealing his horrible, scarred face in front of everyone.

The most striking thing is his two eyes, one large and one small, which look incongruous.

The normal black eyes stared straight ahead at Dumbledore on the stage, while the other strange blue eye kept spinning in all directions, scanning everyone on the field.

As the man got closer, there was a sudden sound of inhaling in the auditorium, Harry and Ron couldn't help but shrink their necks, and the young wizards in front of them also dragged their chairs back.