317, Grumpy Hermione

Seeing those empty plates suddenly and magically filled with food, almost all the students in the auditorium cheered. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info dinner officially began.

Field looked around and saw that most of the young wizards were eating Hesse in their mouths, and the Slytherin side was relatively better, and maintained the necessary etiquette during the meal, but the speed was also several times faster.

"Hurry up, Field, I'll bring you a gift when I get to the dorm later." Opposite Rolf reminded.

Field nodded, and began to deal with the beef patties on the plate, somehow, he felt that his appetite was much bigger, and the three beef patties on the plate went into his stomach in three or two clicks, and he didn't seem to feel at all, it seemed that he was now a veritable 'rice bucket'.

In the midst of everyone's astonished gaze, Field ate 5 more grilled steaks, 3 pan-fried cod, 4 portions of mashed potatoes, and a lot of pumpkin pie and Sarah, and Field, who was still trying to solve the grilled chicken wings in his hand, heard a voice behind him.

"Field, can you come for a moment?" said Hermione. Field looked back and saw that his face was a little ugly.

"Well, of course. "Field brought his plate and fork and prepared to go to Gryffindor's to help them get rid of some more food.

Field stooped over to the Gryffindor table and sat between Hermione and Harry.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" asked Field, looking at Hermione's ugly face.

"Field, you know what? There is a large number of house-elves being exploited in the kitchens of Hogwarts. "Hermione is now a human rights defender, oh no, a house-elf rights defender.

"Of course, Hermione, our Hufflepuff common room is not far from the kitchen, don't I often bring you supper in the evening?, didn't I tell you?"

"No, you didn't say it, and you actually knew, but you didn't embody me. Hermione said with some annoyance.

"But isn't that normal?" said Field, a little puzzled, "Every time so many teachers and students at Hogwarts need to eat, you don't think it's really Professor Dumbledore who made up a spell." ”

"Sure, but, but .............," Hermione's tone was a little cramped.

"But don't you think it's unfair that they work every day and every night without a penny of wages, without holidays, sick leave, allowances, all of this and all of this?"

Hermione looked down at the barely touched food on her plate, then placed her knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away.

"Uh. Field didn't know what to say, he looked around at the crowd, Harry and Ron had a wry smile on their faces, and the ghost floating on the side - Nick, who was almost headless, was also a little confused, so he flew to the side. In the distance, Ginny, who was whispering to Colin, looked curiously.

"But, Hermione, you should know that house-elves don't usually get sick, and they don't like holidays, and they won't be happy if you pay them. If I'm not mistaken, you've seen my old Rice and Cheese's, right?"

"Well, I've seen it. Hermione remembered the two house-elves she had seen at the Field House before, elegant and steady, housekeeper-like old Les. Cautious silence, the cheese that idolizes old Rice. The Diggorys' attitude towards house-elves affected Hermione, giving him the illusion that all wizards and house-elves in magical time had a harmonious relationship with family. But only now did she realize she was wrong.

Most of the house-elves in the wizarding world still live slave-like lives, living in dark kitchens, working day and night, and needing to make their masters feel like they don't exist.

This is simply a little unacceptable to the little girl living in the Muggle free world.

"But I didn't expect such a thing to exist in an educational shrine like Hogwarts, it's slave labor, and it shouldn't be here. Hermione's tone was still agitated, he couldn't accept the fact that there were slaves in her sacred Hogwarts.

Hermione's breathing became very heavy as she said this, "That's how this meal came about. Slave labor. How can you still eat? ”

The rain was still pounding heavily on the high, dark windows. Another thunderclap crackled the glass windows, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the gloomy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate, the rest of which vanished, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with dessert again.

Harry and Ron took the syrup pie in their hands, a little embarrassed to swallow. They kept glaring at Field, and it seemed to them that Hermione, who had a temper, was only able to persuade Field.

Field glared at the two of them fiercely, and had no choice but to continue to persuade Hermione.

"Hermione, I think what you should do now is to eat the dessert on your plate, for this is the greatest respect for the house-elves, for this is the fruit of their labor. If you don't eat it, maybe some house-elf will punish you for thinking that your food is unpalatable, and you've seen the house-elf named 'Dobby', who is very paranoid. ”

Listening to Field's words, Hermione visibly froze, struggled for a long time, but still lifted the spoon and began to eat the dessert on the plate.

"Speaking of which, Dobby, I think he seems to work at Hogwarts, right? I remember Harry, right?

When Harry heard Hermione's words, he almost choked on the syrup pie, and quickly swallowed it and explained: "Yes, Hermione, I haven't seen it from time to time at Hogwarts, it will bring me supper, Dumbledore has paid it, and it is doing well." ”

Harry's abrupt series of explanations made Hermione look a lot better, but she still couldn't accept that such enslavement was happening in Hogwarts.

"Hey. Field sighed, and was glad that he hadn't taken her to visit Diggory's magical television factory during the holidays, otherwise Field would have suspected that Hermione would have gone mad on the spot.

Although Field felt that their factory was still very good for house-elves, and his maternal grandfather, Mr. Kevin Keller, gave these loyal 'employees' treasures and provided them with benefits in a different way, but in Hermione's eyes, such a house-elf factory would still be the darkest 'slave factory' and 'blood and tear factory' in the world.