Hermione didn't expect her house-elf advocacy to be rejected when it first started, and she didn't understand why John would turn down such a good thing.

"Do you, like Ron, think house-elves like slaves?" Hermione unconsciously raised her voice.

"No, Hermione." John shook his head and said lightly, "What about you, why do you want to help the house-elves?" ”

"Why?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't this how it should be, we shouldn't see them enslaved like this, they should be paid for their work, not free." ”

"Wrong."

John looked at her with an innocent helplessness towards the little girl, and said, "Do you know how the status of a wizard came about?" ”

Without waiting for Hermione to speak, John spoke, with a hint of clarity in his tone, "Killing, lots of killing." ”

It was as if a cold wind was blowing at the right time, and Hermione felt a chill down her back.

"In the beginning, wizards didn't live in harmony with some magical beasts, you should know that the goblins rebelled, and the house-elves were the losers in the war."

"In those wars, there were many dead wizards, house-elves who were enslaved and made a pact that they could not use wands."

John's words made Hermione's forehead sweat run down her forehead, and she seemed to understand something.

"Success and defeat, failure comes at a price, and the house-elves seem pitiful, that's because the former wizards died too much in their hands."

Those brown eyes were glowing with a little cold light at the moment, "Wizards are the ones who benefit, and in the Muggle world, there have been such things before, and this has nothing to do with the species, just victory or defeat." ”

Yes, no matter where you are, you have been.

There may be a good-hearted master who will free the slaves, but if it is not my race, their hearts will be different.

Slaved for so long, house-elves are full of servility, they are brainwashed by wizards.

But when the first house-elves rebel, they will gradually awaken.

When the time comes, will they live in harmony like their own kind and wizards?

"Domesticate or expell." John said calmly, "The goblins in Gringotts lost to wizards, but did they have no other minds?" ”

"They never let go of their desire for the wizarding world."

The greedy gaze of the Gringotts elf flashed through Hermione's mind, and she was a little lost.

John's words are full of realistic explicitness, this is not fiction, for John it is the real world.

Perhaps there was a moment of joy when I saw the aliens in the novel being rescued.

But in reality, when cats and dogs that can use guns are rescued, will they still be good friends of humans?

The house-elves were so strong that Lucius was knocked flying by Dobby without a wand, and Hogwarts' anti-illusion magic was ineffective in front of the elves.

For John, today's house-elves are good elves.

Enjoy equal rights and interests with wizards, then sooner or later, wizards will start a war with house-elves again.

Hermione left, and as she left, her steps were a little unsteady.

John didn't know if she would stick to her ideas, and either way, John would consider Hermione a friend.

Walking into the library, John rummaged through a lot of materials.

There were very few books on the spiritual plane, and John sat there reading them.

Putting down the books of the mind, John had a preliminary diagnosis of the Longbottoms' treatment plan.

"Being overstimulated leads to self-isolation."

He touched his chin and was quite troubled by the Longbottoms' symptoms.

After all, it was the Drill Heart Mantra, the three unforgivable curses.

"Psychic magic knocks on the door, and it takes a lot of empathy, which means I have to be like them."

John feels a headache, is it possible for someone to use the Diamond Heart Curse on himself next to him?

I don't have masochistic tendencies, and the heart mantra may not be useful, at least I need to empathize.

Similar to FM, you can only receive signals by tuning your mind to the same frequency as the Longbottoms.

"It's too hard to go from zero to one."

Again, if it were simple, Dumbledore wouldn't have watched the Order of the Phoenix heroes continue to be stupid.

Packing up his books, John got up and left.

...

Saturday.

The weather was nice today, so John got up and exercised in the morning.

Just because there is no Quidditch this semester doesn't mean you don't need training.

Malfoy went out early, and now that Monty was the new Quidditch captain, Malfoy didn't fight him.

Flint graduated and left, which meant a recalibration of the team's tactics.

As a core player, Malfoy's tactics are vaguely closer to Malfoy.

Because it was normal training, Malfoy didn't need to use firebow arrows.

The firebolt that Lucius had ordered for Malfoy was on the way, as a reward for winning the championship for Slytherin.

Although it has something to do with winning some money at the World Cup.

Malfoy was interested in getting closer to professional Quidditch, and John supported him.

That time also made John make a lot of money, and happily, John gave benefits to all employees, making him more prestigious.

Among the students enrolled this year, there is a werewolf.

As for how John found out, because it was his sponsorship for admission.

There are also some considerations for secret admission, and there are no fairness.

You need to observe it carefully, with Lupin's predecessor, Dumbledore also enrolled the werewolves.

Not in Slytherin, though, but in Hufflepuff.

It's also a good thing for werewolf wizards, and Hufflepuff is one of the most inclusive houses.

Johnny the Silver Hand will be responsible for providing the Wolf Poison Potion until the Werewolf Wizard graduates.

By the way, this little wizard is the grandson adopted by Old Jack, Little Jack.

After the morning exercise, John headed to Hagrid's cabin.

He made an appointment with Luna, and he was going to go to the Forbidden Forest to find Vivi.

In the hut, Hagrid hadn't come out yet, and Tooth had run out first.

Tooth and Tooth circled around John enthusiastically, and John took out the dog food and stuffed it.

"John, you're here."

Hagrid was delighted, he had been working on the Scimitar Snorkel lately.

This little guy has surprised him too much, the scimitar-horned snorer has the ability to resemble a phantom shapeshift, and it is very strong.

You can move even inside the castle.

The scimitar-horned snorer eats a variety of plants, and its current favorite is dragon fruit.

John came in and saw the scimitar-horned snorkel with its head buried in half of the dragon fruit and eating it, and some white fresh food sitting there.

It's a little bigger, but it's still easy to pick up with one hand.

John picked it up and looked at it, and the scimitar-horned snorkel's fur had a water-repellent effect, and the juice couldn't hold on to it.

"Hagrid, what are you doing?"

Noticing Hagrid's sneaky movements, John looked over and saw Hagrid hiding a piece of paper behind him.

Hagrid looked away with embarrassment, still showing a little.

"Madame Maxim?"

Seeing the wording, John looked up at Hagrid again.

Hagrid seemed to have been debunked, embarrassed, speechless.

Fortunately, John just glanced at it and turned his head, muttering to the scimitar-horned snorer.

The scimitar-horned snorer didn't know if he could understand it or not, and nodded solemnly there.

After discussing the appearance plan, John and Hagrid said goodbye.

After walking out the door, John turned around and came back, and Hagrid, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was startled.

"By the way, Madame Maxim likes tulips, you can spray some on the letter."

Hagrid's face flushed, and John turned away.

Arriving at the Forbidden Forest, John saw Luna stepping into a trance.

She looked up, as if looking for something.

"I thought, the scimitar-horned snorer might be in the tree."

The ethereal voice is as good as singing, and it calms people's minds.

John was amused by this, and pretended to say, "Yes, I also seem to have found the scimitar-horned snorer in a tree." ”

As the words fell, John found Luna looking at him.

John felt as if she saw her lame lie, so she said, "It's going to be in the hollow, right?" ”

Luna heard this and nodded.

John beckoned to her, and the two of them walked into the Forbidden Forest together.

After a certain distance, the two men had reached a certain depth.

"Shh

John stops, and Luna behind him accidentally bumps into John.

Covering her head, she looked in the direction John was looking.

In that wood, there was a very large tree.

It looks like two trees intertwined, and there is a hole in the trunk of the tree.

"It's there." John lowered his voice.

Luna saw a small head trying to climb out of the tree hole, its crooked horns growing a little bigger on the head.

His eyes widened, and John could clearly see a look of surprise on Luna's face.

It seems like this is the first time this has happened.

Accidentally moving the bushes, the scimitar-horned snorkel retracted when it heard the movement, but quickly poked its head out again.

Just stared at Luna.

The scimitar-horned snorer couldn't hold back a fart, and the whole beast disappeared with a thud.

"Where does it go?" Luna was about to find out, and there was a feeling of something crawling over her shoulder.

She looked over and the scimitar-horned snorkel's two claws gripped the robe.

She reached out and held it up, her voice ethereal and soft: "Hello, my name is Luna." ”

A serious self-introduction, the scimitar-horned snorer was a little dumbfounded, and held it for a long time before spit out a moo from its mouth.

Luna smiled, smiling brightly and beautifully.

"Thank you, John."

John, feeling that she knew everything, leaned against the tree and watched quietly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He waved his hand.

...