Although Ludo Bagman has no ability and no sense of responsibility, as a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, he still has a lot of use.

Fred and George quickly noticed Maple and Harry, and soon the twins rolled up the parchment, said goodnight to Maple and them, and went back to sleep.

Shortly after the Weasley brothers left, the hole in the portrait opened, and Hermione finally returned from the library. Crookshank jumped from Maple and sped up to Hermione, rubbing her clothes affectionately, and then strolling after her.

Hermione was holding a roll of parchment in one hand and a box in the other, so she still hadn't decided to give up on SPEW.

Ron had just put down his quill when Hermione walked over, and there was a smug look on his face.

Hermione walked over and sat down, placing her things on an empty chair, checking Ron and Harry's homework as usual.

"You've had bad luck this month, haven't you?" She sarcastically said as Crook Hill curled up in her lap.

"yes, at least I was forewarned." Ron said with a yawn.

"You seem like you're going to drown twice." Hermione said.

"Really?" Ron said, quickly looking down at his prophecy, "I'd better change one of them to be trampled to death by a rampaging Hippogriff." ”

"Isn't it obvious at a glance that you made it all up out of thin air?" Hermione said.

"How dare you say that!" Ron feigned anger and said, "We've been busy all night here, working like house-elves!" ”

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry for the poor wording." Ron said quickly.

"Hermione, what's in your box?" Seeing that they were almost arguing again, Maple walked over and picked up Hermione's box.

"It's a badge I made." Hermione's words softened a lot at once.

Seeing that Hermione did not object, Maple opened the lid of the box, and there were about fifty badges in the box, all of different colors, all with the same letters written on them: ...

"'Vomit'?" Harry picked up a badge, looked at it closely, and asked, "What does that mean?" ”

"It's not vomit," Hermione said impatiently, "it's S-P-E-W." It means the House Elf Rights Initiative. ”

"So, you're still going to help the house-elves free their slavery?" Maple said.

"Yes, I'll admit you're right, there are some details that I didn't take into account. But we cannot do nothing and let the ugly system of slavery continue. We have to do something, and if we don't do anything, things will never change. Hermione said to Maple with a serious face.

Hermione's words made Maple change his mind, and he couldn't help but think of the history of planting flowers in his previous life. After the fall of the Manchu Dynasty, the flower family entered the era of the Beiyang warlords and warlords of the Republic of China. The lives of the flower-growing people not only did not change because of the fall of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but on the contrary, they became worse. As a result, many pseudo-scholars believe that the Republic of China is inferior to the Manchu Qing and that it is a mistake to overthrow the Manchu Qing.

But the later history tells us that although in a short period of time, the people in the troubled world are not as good as the peace dogs, and the common people fell into a more painful abyss during the Republic of China. But in the long run, without the fall of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, there would be no beginning of China's modernization.

Although the process of exploring the future of the country is tortuous and confusing, there is still a way out and hope for the nation, and if it continues to sink in the mud of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, that kind of flower will have no future, let alone revival later.

The decaying house beams of the Manchu Qing Dynasty continue to hold on for a year, and future children and grandchildren may have to pay a price of ten years or more.

Maple realizes that she is wrong, and if she tries to do everything, she will never be able to do it. Only by overcoming obstacles can we fight a bloody road, and doing things is the process of solving problems when they arise.

"You're right, Hermione. We don't do anything, nothing changes. "Muggles have a saying—

They hunted down the Communists, and I didn't speak because I wasn't a Communist; Then they hunted down the Jews, and I did not speak, because I was not a Jew; Later they hunted down the unionists, and I didn't speak because I wasn't a unionist; Finally they came to me, but no one stood up to speak for me. ”

"We are the same as them, and to help them is to help ourselves." Later, Maple said thoughtfully, "The conscience of the capitalist is the bottom line that the society can accept, if it is wrong, and if it is not right, it can be tolerated." ”

Harry and Ron were confused, and Hermione only partially understood.

"Ron is pure-blood, Harry's father is pure-blood, and he has a savior aura, so you may not experience that.

Pure-blood wizards - impure wizards of wizarding families - Muggle wizards - werewolves, vampires, goblins - house-elves, this is the default status level of wizards. ”

"In the eyes of pure-blood wizards, Muggle wizards below are their chain of contempt." Maple saw Ron's expression and added, "Of course, your family is the exception, or you can add a rank between pure-blood wizards and wizards from wizarding families, the Weasleys and Professor Dumbledore." ”

Ron smiled, but Harry was suddenly surprised, "Professor Dumbledore? ”

"Professor Dumbledore is also a pure-blood wizard, don't you know, Harry?" Maple said.

Harry stole a glance at Hermione and Ron, and their faces were unbelievable, as if he didn't know it, and Harry suddenly found that he knew a little bit about Professor Dumbledore.

"Hermione, we two would like to thank Ron's father, who has repeatedly called for the betterment of us Muggle-born wizards and wants to quit Muggle protection laws. And—" Maple glanced at Ron, then spoke again,

"It is precisely because of his actions that the family situation of Ron and his brothers is a little difficult."

"I never knew about it, you have a good dad, Ron! Help me and Maple convey our gratitude to Mr. Weasley! Hermione's eyes turned a little red, and her voice trembled a little as she said to Ron.

"Thank you to your father for me, too, Ron!" Maple also said.

"Hmm." Ron's face flushed, a little embarrassed. After Maple's pointing, Ron's original suspicion of his father also disappeared. Yes, there is a fundamental difference between simple poverty and being willing to be poor for the sake of a great goal. After understanding his father, Ron's inferiority complex due to the poverty of his family unconsciously faded a lot.

"Most of the gold in the wizarding world is buried in the vaults of pure-blood wizards, and even the most vicious Death Eaters under Voldemort have not confiscated their gold since they were imprisoned in Azkaban." This was the point that made Maple most reprimanded, as the laws of the wizarding world were in many ways ineffective.

Compared to the Muggle world, the economic activity of the wizarding world is almost zero, and there are only three large magical markets in the entire United Kingdom, Diagon Alley, Tumbledown Alley, and Hogsmeade.

Maple even felt that if Voldemort hadn't made a scene, the British wizarding world would have been boring enough, like backwater.

"Well, continuing with the conversation earlier, Hermione and I and the house-elves are all part of the chain of contempt for those high wizards, as you can tell from Malfoy's attitude towards Hermione. He was so far behind Hermione in terms of grades and magical prowess, but he despised Hermione with all his heart, oh, and me. Maple said, gesturing with his wand, "If I hadn't had the attitude that I'll beat you up if you dared to scold me, I'm afraid Malfoy would have called me a mudblood." ”

"In a sense, helping house-elves fight for status is also helping us fight for our own rights. House-elves are just the beginning, and werewolves and our Muggle-born wizards. Our magic is better than yours, so why should you despise us? And Professor Lupin, who was bitten by a werewolf, because the Ministry of Magic did not protect the safety of people in the wizarding world, and he was also a victim, so why should he be despised? ”

"Hermione, I fully support your actions, tell me about your plans?" Maple said.

Hermione's face flushed a little, she didn't expect Maple to praise her behavior so much, and then said, "We should have more members to promote our association's claims first." ”

Ron asked, "Well, how many members do you have?" ”

"Well—if you two participate—there will be four." Hermione said.

"Huh?" Ron had a capital reluctance written on his face, he didn't want to walk around with the badge, and the letters of the badge were 'vomit'. It's just that Hermione has the support of Maple, and what Maple just said raised this matter to a new level, and he doesn't know how to say no.

"Well, if you don't want to, forget it." Maple said, Hermione wanted to open her mouth to pressure Harry and Ron to agree, but Maple stopped, "In this way, you take Hermione's badge first, although you don't have to wear it, but you must keep it and not lose it." ”

"If one day, our association is accepted by the public, and then you will not be able to get the badge. Hermione, you can do whatever you want with them, and I won't stop them. ”

"We will take care of it, and we will never lose it!" Under the pressure of Hermione's eyes, Harry and Ron quickly picked out a badge and assured her.

"Okay then." For the time being, Hermione compromised with Maple's proposal.

After saying that, Hermione suddenly stretched out her hands to Harry and Ron, and said, "You guys each give me two silver sicos to buy badges, and the income can be used for us to print flyers." You're the treasurer, Ron, and I've got a piggy bank for you upstairs. Harry, you're the secretary, and you need to write down every word I say now as a record of our first meeting. ”

"If you want to do the same publicity as Hermione and me, I'd be happy to swap jobs for one of you." Maple said with a smile.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, and finally reluctantly agreed to Hermione's terms.

After Harry and Ron looked helpless and handed over the four silver sicos, Hermione took them happily and waved the results of her days, "I've been digging into this in the library. The elves' slavery status dates back a century to the good direction. I can't believe that no one has been doing anything about it. ”

"Our short-term goal is to ensure that house-elves receive a reasonable wage and a good working environment. Our long-term goals include changing the law prohibiting the use of wands, as well as securing a pokew into the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control, as it is alarming that elves are under-represented. ”

"Harry, write it down." Maple said with a smile.

Harry didn't want to write, but felt the dangerous smile that suddenly appeared on Maple's face. Harry pulled out a blank piece of parchment and scribbled down Hermione's words.

The expression on Maple's face immediately became like a spring breeze again.

"Oh, by the way, our current goal is tentatively to liberate the house-elves, you just know what else I said, don't say it to the public for now. If we just liberate the house-elves, some people may just mess around with us and not take it to heart, but if we directly advocate the removal of injustice to Muggle wizards, it will immediately arouse the hostility of the other party. What Mr. Weasley has worked so hard for so many years has not accomplished, let's not think of it overnight. ”

There are two iron rules at the gaming table: as long as I retreat, the other party will definitely take a step forward. If I dare to stand firm, the other side will collide and adjust. The important thing is the first step, as long as the first step is successful, someone will help you take the second and third. As long as they take a step back and their momentum weakens, it will be too late to stop the second and third.

The first step is to attack in a roundabout way, taking the elf as the starting point, attacking and retreating, and relaxing the opponent's vigilance.

"Your idea is good, but you're still naïve. Even if we could win over all the students at Hogwarts, the Ministry wouldn't bother with it. And the way we're promoting it is too-"

"Maple, what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked, seeing Maple's face change.

"Hermione, I suddenly had a good idea." In the midst of his excitement, Maple's voice suddenly played a lot.

"Shh

I almost forgot that someone else was still sleeping.

"Muggle television, we know magic, but why hasn't anyone invented it?" Maple said.

"You mean?"

"We can build our own and then build a TV media network." Maple held up the magic watch in his hand, since it can be used for stereoscopic projection communication, it is also feasible to convert it into a television set.

"We can use TV to design some interesting shows, like Lockhart's liar, stealing other people's experiences can become famous, we can directly film some wizard adventures, are we afraid that they will not be popular? For example, the professors in our school, their teaching can also be recorded into a program, and many students are also half-baked after graduation, but it is too late to regret it. But through the teaching programs we filmed, we can still make up for the loss. ”

"When our program is more popular than the Daily Prophet, are you afraid that no one will know what we are advocating? Also, Mr. Weasley, many of his claims have not been accepted and published in the Daily Prophet, but we can help him here. ”

"Also, producing all kinds of shows, as well as reporters, hosts, etc., can provide a lot of jobs, and we can recruit wizards who came from Muggles but didn't get a job, and werewolves... The more Maple spoke, the more excited she became, pouring out all the thoughts she had.

By the way, if it's fast, maybe you can also broadcast the Triwizard Tournament live, which is just enough heat for the promotion of magic TV.

"What a great idea, Maple!" Hermione almost jumped for excitement, and then she and Maple eagerly discussed the possibilities of a magic TV, as well as the creation of a magic signal transmitter for a TV set.

Harry and Ron were left out in the cold, completely unable to interject. They had been discussing it late, and it was after midnight that Harry reminded him before he went back to bed.

Harry and Ron looked tired, but Maple and Hermione were still in good spirits. They kissed again before parting, and then said goodnight. Harry and Ron tacitly agreed not to look away.

For the next two weeks, Maple and Hermione were often busy with magical TV things together. Harry and Ron couldn't help at all, and they didn't have enough time to spare, as their homework was getting harder and more demanding, especially Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

To their surprise, Professor Moody announced that he was going to take turns chanting the Imperius Curse on each student to demonstrate the magic of the spell and see if they could withstand its effects.

"But—but you said it was illegal, Professor," Hermione said uncertainly as Moody waved his wand, setting aside desks and leaving a large open space in the middle of the classroom, "you said — using it on someone else is—"

"Professor Dumbledore wants to teach you how to feel it," said Moody—his enchanted eyes turning and staring at Hermione eerily, unblinking, "if you're willing to learn in a more brutal way—waiting for someone to recite this spell to you, and keep you completely in the palm of your hand—that's fine." I agree. You're good to go. ”

He held out a rough finger and pointed to the classroom door. Hermione's face flushed, and she muttered something as if to say she didn't want to leave. Harry and Ron smiled at each other. They knew that Hermione would rather eat the pus from Babo's tubers than miss such an important lesson.

Moody began beckoning his classmates to take turns coming forward and reciting the Imperius Curse to them. Harry saw that under the influence of the spell, the classmates made the most unusual actions one after the other. Dean? Thomas jumped around the classroom three times, singing the national anthem in his mouth. Lavender? Brown imitates a squirrel. Neville performed a series of amazing gymnastics moves that he would never have been able to do under his normal form. None of them seemed to be able to resist the spell, and it was only after Moody removed the spell that it returned to normal.

"Potter," Moody's voice rumbled, "it's your turn." ”

Harry stepped forward to the center of the classroom, to the clearing that Moody had just vacated by removing his desk. Moody raised his wand, pointed at Harry, and said, "Out of body!" ”

It was a most amazing feeling. Harry felt light, and the thoughts and worries in his mind were swept away, leaving only a blink, invisible joy. He stood there, feeling particularly relaxed and carefree, only vaguely aware that everyone was watching him.

Then he heard Mad-Eyed Moody's voice, echoing in some distant corner of his empty head: Jump on the table... Jump on the table ...

Harry obediently bent his knees, ready to jump.

Jump on the table ...

But why?

Another voice awoke in the back of his head.

It's stupid to do that, the voice said.

Jump on the table –

No, I don't want to jump, thanks, the other voice said, a little firmer - no, I really don't want to jump -

Jump! Jump!

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