Brie understood that Dumbledore's purpose was to let him know that Dumbledore's methods were the safest way to maintain peace between wizards and Muggles.

However, this is also the most vulnerable way, and it does not give people a sense of security. Or rather, it's an escape, and it's going to make you spend the day in a state of panic, and although he's preparing to run away, it's different.

Brie convinced himself that at least he would make the notes into a small world to accommodate the wizards to survive, and that he didn't need to live in fear......

"There will be a way." Brie smiled softly, his pure black eyes unwavering, as if he were saying to Harry, he had never doubted himself.

Brie looked up at another stack of books, which were next to Grindelwald, and they were full of praise for Dumbledore's life, completely different from the criticism of Grindelwald, but in the forbidden section.

"Your choice is praised by them, but you think it is a failure." The stack of books was guessed to have been placed in the forbidden area at Dumbledore's request, so that the young wizard would not see it, affecting the young wizard's judgment of him.

"I didn't agree with you before, and now I don't agree with your path, Dumbledore." Is it true that wizards and Muggles can't coexist perfectly, and they really can't do it with the two paths of the present - like Grindelwald, ruling Muggles with wizards, or hiding wizards' traces in the Muggle world, as Dumbledore did.

But there is always a way, if Brie can't be perfect, then he has to pursue the extreme, otherwise, let Dumbledore continue to hold on.

"If I can't, then I'm sorry Dumbledore, Nicolame's Philosopher's Stone is mine." Brie smiled like a spring sun and said, "You want to die, no way." Brie's mind flashed to Voldemort, known as the second generation of the Dark Lord...... Immediately gave a comment - an extreme bloodline that only pursues bloodline purification, but a pure-blooded blade, he did not dare to challenge Muggles at all, he had seen the power of Muggles from Muggle orphanages, and his fear was hidden in his heart.

"I'm sorry Tom, I told you this without your consent, but don't worry, no one heard." …… Brie walks downstairs with her notes in hand, and Halloween is about to begin, with jubilant ghosts weaving through the ever-changing stairwells, swaying pumpkin heads flickering and sometimes spilling candy to surprise passing wizards.

"Happy Halloween." Ariana shyly slipped out of the wall next to her, looked cautiously at Brie, and hurried away.

Brie smiled softly, straightened out his wizarding robes, and stepped into the halls of the Great Hall.

"Wow!" Brie followed the exclamation to see if Wesley was happily jazz dancing as Snape in the teacher's seat, and the little wizards, especially Ron and Harry, were clapping merrily and beating.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout stood together, holding back the raised corners of their mouths, and as for Dumbledore, he was not welcome, and he joined in, half-raising his hands, shaking and

The "Snape" danced, and the scene was very lively. It's two Snape... Brie couldn't bear to look at his head, if he was clever and weird, he thought that no one could compare to the Wesley twins, the point was that the two of them played too similarly to be scary.

"What are you guys doing!" Two spells flew with Snape's indifferent roar, knocking the Wesley twins off the teacher's bench and rolling on the ground several times.

"Oh, Severus, it's a festival." Dumbledore didn't have his wand in his hand at this point, but he just waved his hand and didn't chant a spell, and the Wesley twins, who fell to the ground, were helped up by him using the levitation charm.

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly, did not respond, and turned to sit on the very edge of the teacher's seat, but the sharp eyes noticed that there were holes in his long wizarding robes, as if they had been corroded by sulfuric acid.

Dumbledore laughed, and when he saw Brie just coming down the stairs, he nodded slightly. Professor Sprout was at the top of the Hufflepuff table, sitting and making some interesting plant pendants, many badgers were following suit, Ravenclaw was also being pulled by the interested Professor Flitwick to decorate the already perfect hall, and on the other side was Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall was in charge of keeping an eye on them to avoid any more trouble.

Professor McGonagall sternly warned the lion cubs, "Don't cause trouble, at least tonight." Brian sat at the Slytherin table, and Slytherin, who did not have a good dean, sat quietly, like Snape, and whispered about the day.

"Happy holidays, Brie, do you want candy, my mom sent it."

"Coo-goo-goo-go

"Goo!" The owl was clutching a basket full of oddly shaped sweets in his talons, and a letter hung from it, and Brie could see Tom's name at a glance.

Brie took the basket, and the owl immediately flew out, looking at the feathers that had fallen in the panic, the wand in Brie's hand popped out, and dutifully performed the Transfiguration, and the feathers were turned into floating blue flames.

"Can you help me with some of this, Draco." Brie put the candy basket on the table and said helplessly, "I suspect Tom made it himself." ”

"Tsk." Draco pouted, he didn't want to help Brie test the poison.

"Look, what's wrong with Longbottom?" Draco shifted the subject, gesturing to the one he had just returned from the hallway.

Longbottom had tears in his eyes, his hair was a little wet, he should have gone to take a shower and change clothes, and there were obvious burn marks on his skin, which looked like the product of a failed potion.

Brie glanced in Snape's direction, and immediately understood, and didn't pay any more attention to Neville. It didn't take long, though, for Hermione to sneak over.

"Hey, Brie, can I sit down for a while?" Hermione carefully sat down next to Brie and whispered, "I just came back from the basement when I heard Snape stinking at Neville. Hermione said to herself.

"I think it's normal for a student to go to a professor, and the professor has an obligation to answer the student's questions... Even if he was Snape. ”

"But Longbottom is not at all fit for Potions, Lady Granger." Draco interjected, unceremoniously pointing at Neville in the distance, telling Hermione.

"Do you know how many crucibles Longbottom has blown up in the past few days, too many to count, I'm afraid he can't remember it himself, a target with no talent, I don't know what he's holding onto, and I don't think he's a fan of potions at all." In the past two years, everyone could see Neville's resistance to potions, and it was only recently that Neville suddenly became a person and became obsessed with potions.

"You can't hit someone!" Hermione stared at Draco angrily, Draco smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Walking on the road without a future is a waste of life, of course, it's good for him to be happy, but everyone can see that he is unhappy, maybe he wants to use potions to save his parents?" "Draco is the truth.

"Alright, Draco, Neville will figure it out." Brie ended the argument between Draco and Hermione, but Hermione hadn't left yet, and she wasn't here to talk about Neville.

"Brie, I think I've learned enough about house-elves in this time." Hermione slowly revealed what she knew about house-elves, their history, the experiences and habits of what they had become, and how the wizard had positioned them.

However, these are all lies made up by wizards to hide the truth of house-elves, and Hermione will never find out the truth if she does not understand the magical structure of house-elves, after all, wizards nowadays, including Voldemort, judge house-elves based on what Hermione said.

"I don't think house-elves have hurt wizards, house-elves are a race that was conquered by wizards in ancient wars, and every one of them must be trained as slaves from birth to serve their masters for generations, which is too cruel......" But as a wizard, Hermione could only sigh and say: "I understand that war is inevitable, but I think house-elves should also gain something... For example, freedom, or wages. ”

"Poof...," Draco laughed. Hermione glared at him, with a sullen expression, and said helplessly, "But I listened to you, Brie, and I'm going to look for them." ”

"House-elves love it, and according to the house-elves in Hogwarts, they are house-elves who were protected and taken in by the Hufflepuff Lady, and in the memories of their parents, it was a dark time when house-elves could not protect themselves."

"The house-elves have a lot of respect for Miss Hufflepuff, and they are all very willing to stay and work at Hogwarts, which makes them..."Hermione was a little awkward.

"Happy, house-elves are happy." Hermione propped her chin, she thought that the house-elves must have been brainwashed for thousands of years, or even longer, but there was nothing she could do, because when she said to give the elves freedom, the angry eyes of the house-elves made her dare not speak anymore, and she could only hurry out of the kitchen.

"Brie, do you think that the joy of house-elves is a thought instilled by wizards?" Hermione asked Brie as if pleading.

Brie knew that the house-elves were the near-successful alchemy of life made by an ancient mad wizard, or a master alchemist, positioned as a slave of the wizard.

It is in their nature that they are born to be mainly shamans.

"Hermione, wizards have indeed enslaved the past of house-elves, but now house-elves, their happiness is written into their souls."

"Huh?" Hermione didn't know why. Brie pondered for a moment, wondering if he should tell Hermione the origin of the house-elves, which might be a danger to Hermione.

"Every age has its own needs, and I don't think house-elves need freedom, but they can have their own remuneration appropriately."

"Remuneration?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

"The reward is happiness and security, Hermione."

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned again, the house-elves are happy and safe now...... And shouldn't the remuneration be free and money?

"Hermione, house-elves are not servants, it's just their way of survival, you don't need to impose your mind on them, it's not their luck, humans won't allow characters stronger than themselves to appear, unless humans are invincible."