"Today's lesson was so difficult, and it was horrible that no one in the entire sixth grade completed it."

Hermione seemed to be a little bit off, and she said that she would give her another five minutes and the sleeping water would be ready, but unfortunately the professor did not agree to extend the time.

"Lucky water, I don't know if I can still see this book, I heard that a bottle of lucky water costs 5,000 Galleons on the black market, and an alchemy master produces no more than five bottles a year, and it was bought by those big people as soon as it appeared."

"Haha, my father works in a potion shop, and he told me that in the British wizarding world, the annual circulation of lucky water is about 8-15 bottles, and customers need to make an appointment in advance if they want to buy it."

With the bell of the end of class, the little wizards walked out with their textbooks in their arms.

Hermione was one of them, her head bowed and her brow furrowed slightly, her little face tense, and she didn't seem to be very happy.

"It's all Ron's fault, if he hadn't upset me, I would have been able to refine the sleeping water within the stipulated time." Hermione thought a little distraught, thinking that she would have to settle accounts with Ron when she returned.

"Hermione!" She had barely taken a few steps outside when Hermione heard someone calling for her.

When I looked back, it was actually the new professor, and I didn't know what he was calling himself for.

"Professor, is there something wrong?" Hermione furrowed her brows and looked up at Wang Xu.

Wang Xu nodded slightly, and said, "I heard that when you were in the fourth grade, you founded the Elf Welfare Promotion Association, is there such a thing?" ”

Hermione's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and she replied embarrassedly, "Yes, it's just that the process is a little tortuous, and the ending is not very good." ”

In the fourth year, Hermione stood up to speak for the elves, hoping to let the wizards know about the elves' lives and give them the most basic salary and benefits.

It's a pity that Hermione is not an elf and doesn't know how elves feel.

Elves have existed as servants since ancient times, and they have been like this for generations, not only do they not feel ashamed as servants, but they have a deep pride.

They pride themselves on serving the wizarding family, and they are proud of the family they serve has a long history.

Hermione wants to liberate them, just as the American imperialists, who are shouting for democracy, want to liberate the undemocratic Middle Eastern world.

In fact, everyone's philosophy is different, and people don't like you at all.

"I want to adopt a few elves, but I asked, elves are usually only adopted by wizard families, they have their own circle, outsiders can't interfere at all, I think you might be able to help and introduce me to a few ownerless elves." Wang Xu didn't pretend to be pretentious, and went straight to the topic.

"That's it!" Hermione bit her lip and replied, "House-elves are very stubborn, and if their owners abandon them, they will be ashamed to eat, and in extreme cases, they will hang themselves to show their loyalty." I know a lot of elves, but most of them are owner-owned, and only two of them may fit your requirements, but they are a little special. ”

"What are they called?" Wang Xu asked rhetorically.

"Dobby, Twilight..."

Dobby, the house-elf, is the elf of the Malfoy family, and it is a kind, optimistic, and unusual elf.

In the movie, Dobby learns that Lucius Malfoy may be bad for Harry Potter, so he risks being executed to inform Harry and prevent him from going to Hogwarts.

Later, one of the Horcruxes that Harry defeated Voldemort hid Tom Riddle's diary, and when Lucius, who was a Death Eater, came to inquire about it, Harry took the opportunity to stuff his socks into the diary and gave them to Lucius, who was leaving.

Because it was Voldemort's thing, Lucius didn't dare not accept it, and handed it to Dobby.

In this way, the owner Lucius gave Dobby a sock, and Dobby became a free elf, because according to the agreement between the wizard and the elf, the owner could not give the elf clothes, and the house-elf received the clothes from the master, which meant that it was free.

The same is true of another elf named Twilight, who serves the Crouch family, and Barty Crouch Sr. asks her to take care of her son, Barty Crouch Jr.

As a result, while in custody, Barty Jr. tricks Twilight into using rhetoric, resulting in Barty Crouch Jr. finding an opportunity to fire Voldemort's emblem into the sky with his wand at the beginning of the fourth part.

It was precisely because of this incident that Voldemort knew that Barty Jr. was not in Azkaban, and that he had been rescued from Azkaban by Barty Crouch Sr.

As Barty Jr.'s caretaker, Twinkle was also fired by Barty Crouch Sr. because of poor care, and she wandered outside for a long time, trying to find another master for herself.

It's just that it's not easy, and the owner of the sparkle is Barty Crouch Sr., the head of the magic executive department of the Ministry of Magic, the head of the international magic communication department of the Ministry of Magic, the person who almost became the minister of magic.

When the other wizarding families heard that Twilight had been fired by Barty Crouch Sr., they had a preconceived idea that Twilight was not a qualified elf.

After months of tossing and turning, the homeless Twilight met Dobby, who was taken to Hogwarts by Dobby to work as a chef elf in the cafeteria.

"Dobby, Twinkle, good, very good!" Wang Xu smiled, Dobby at least showed professor-level strength in the movie, and Lucius was not its opponent.

It's the same with Twinkle, its strength is about the same as that of Barty Crouch Sr., both of them are the best among the elves, and it's enough to look after the home.

......

The house elves work directly below the Great Hall of Hogwarts, next to the Hufflepuff common room.

Walking up the stairs into the basement, the entrance is the Potions classroom, the Hufflepuff lounge, and the kitchen.

The kitchen is hidden behind the wall, and on the wall at the end of the hallway, a pear is drawn with a watercolor pen, scratch it, the pear will turn into a green handle, and pull the handle to open the kitchen door.

"Click!"

Open the door and the view from the kitchen comes into view.

As far as the eye can see, there are at least dozens of elves working in the kitchen, some of them mopping the floor, some washing vegetables, and some brushing dishes.

Most of the elves were ragged and wore loose, white-washed robes, but they all looked happy and enthusiastic, as if they were not working but enjoying themselves.

"Look, who's coming!"

"Oh my God, it's the little witch, run, she's coming to persuade us to get our wages again!"

"Merlin, I have never seen such an evil sorcerer, who persuaded me to turn my back on my master, my ancestors have served the Zacquero family for generations, and have been with me for thirty-four generations, and this honor must not be tarnished in my hands."

The elves looked up and saw that it was Hermione, and then disappeared one by one.

Hermione's expression was a little embarrassed, she looked at the empty kitchen, and whispered, "The elves of Hogwarts, except for a few, mostly belong to various wizarding families. When nothing happens, these elves come to Hogwarts to help, and I once wrote to their masters to try to get these people to be nice to the elves, but the elves did not appreciate it, and instead thought I was the devil who lured them into depravity. ”

Wang Xu nodded understandingly, looked up inside, and looked at the appearance of this chicken flying egg, which was almost a fight with the devil entering the village.

I'm afraid that in the elven society, Hermione's reputation is rotten, and she may be described as even more evil than Voldemort.

At the very least, Voldemort did not challenge the master-servant relationship between elves and wizards that had been formed for thousands of years, let alone launch a movement for the liberation of elves.

"Hermione, did you come to see us?" In the empty kitchen, the only elf who didn't leave was an elf in a pink apron.

Judging by her dress, this is supposed to be a female elf, and it is ownerless.

Why, because her clothes look new, and she wears a pair of small red leather boots on her feet, which is unique among elves.

You know, a house-elf will serve his master's family from birth until he is three years old.

Usually, the owner will give the elf a somewhat large robe, which will accompany the elf for the rest of his life, and it can be worn for decades by sewing and mending, and the clothes cannot be so new.

"Twilight, how are you doing?"

"It's not good, I went out to look for a job during the summer vacation, and I have been looking for two months, but no one wants me, my family is not in contact with me, they don't even admit that I have a child, and my grandfather is still very sick."

The sparkling expression is a little declining, because of the social structure of the elves, and the wizard is a companion.

A family of elves usually has been in the service of a wizarding family for generations, starting with the grandfather of the grandfather of the grandfather, all the way to the grandson of the grandson of the grandson, all with the following of the family.

The elf who has been kicked out of the house is fine if it can find a new owner, but if it can't be found, the family will see it as a shame.

This is the case with Twinkle, whose siblings have begun to distance themselves from her, and even friends who used to be able to talk to them are no longer playing with her.