"Me?"

"Yes, don't leave Hogwarts lately, don't go home for Christmas, and stay at the castle until something is over."

"Why?" This time it was Fleur who spoke, aren't they just two goblins?

How can it be?

Can you still rebel?

"Anyway, it's troublesome!" Sirius said impatiently, looking hasty, as if he was in a hurry to inform Dumbledore, "That's it, you go back to the castle first, and remember what I said." ”

After entering the castle and passing through the oak door, he hurried into the hallway.

Hermione believed in no doubt that he had gone looking for Dumbledore.

But that didn't alleviate her doubts.

In the end, she could only walk into the auditorium with Fleur in a somewhat decadent manner.

In the auditorium on Sundays, there are many young wizards who study (do their homework) in it.

Hermione easily found the spot she wanted.

A few moments later, Owen appeared in front of the auditorium.

He walked briskly towards Hermione with a cup of milk tea that burned like a flame, his face beaming with joy.

"Got Rich!!

"Miss Granger! I'm rich! ”

"Hey!" The Twins followed, "That's obviously our product!" ”

"Climb! Without buddy's ideas, you won't be able to sell for so much money in your lifetime. Owen glared at the two of them with disgust, "When it comes to grabbing credit, you two are quite positive." Isn't the drink the flavor pairing I wanted? ”

"But the finished product is something we tested." George said huffingly.

"Who paid for the materials in advance! Who gives advertising money! Who is looking for connections! You two tool men still have faces. ”

Harry, Ron, each with a cup of milk tea, gathered on the Gryffindor bench.

Owen reprimanded, with a quick expression of praise on my face, facing Hermione, and said excitedly, "Do you know how much milk tea we bought in the past two days?" ”

"Milk tea?" Hermione was slightly stunned, she was a little overwhelmed by the sudden boy's enthusiasm, and it wasn't until she saw them each holding a cup of dragon milk tea that she understood what Owen said.

It's also strange to say.

Because she looked around at this time, she found that most of the little wizards were holding a cup of fire dragon milk tea in their hands.

Is this thing selling so well?

She looked down at her cup.

It tastes really good.

"Two days! Two thousand cups! Owen said, "I just opened a shop in Diagon Alley yesterday. ”

"I bought a silver sike for a cup, and I earned more than a hundred Galleons in two days! Wuhu! Takeoff! ”

"When the market is rolled out, I will march to Europe and North America, and I will make a fortune!"

"You opened a shop in Diagon Alley?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, "When did you get the title deed in Diagon Alley?" ”

"Malfoy, it doesn't matter." Owen stood up abruptly and shouted loudly to the corner of the Gryffindor bench, "Colin, come here." ”

Colin, who was drinking the warm sun, raised his head suspiciously.

After seeing Owen's fiery eyes, he ran over with the camera he was carrying.

Owen looked for him just to ask him to take pictures.

Colin was happy to see that, too, because every time Owen would pay him.

In the third grade, he had already amassed a considerable fortune.

"Take a few pictures of Miss Granger, and by the way, use the color ink that you gave you last time. I'm going to make a few posters! ”

The last time Irving said it was the one that the Warriors interviewed.

He and George concocted a kind of color ink development, tulle in black and white newspapers, but since the current magic machine can only print newspapers in black and white, it is not used.

However, it does not need to be printed as a poster.

He only needed a few.

"When the tournament is playing, hit a wave of ads!" As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Hermione, then reached out to hold her shoulder, and said solemnly, "It's beautiful to win!" Miss Granger. ”

“.”

A sense of absurdity flowed through Hermione's mind.

There was silence, and after a moment, she asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

"You don't understand, because if you do, I'll pay you endorsement fees, so you still don't understand." Owen said to himself.

Hearing the sound, Hermione's face changed in a second. From what she knew about the boy, he must have done something that would give him a reason to beat him.

But today she doesn't plan to pursue it.

This girl is in a good mood today, and she plans to let you go.

She squinted her eyes—puffed out, and looked so cute.

Of course, there is another reason.

Hermione, who suddenly seemed to remember something, gradually calmed down.

She held back all her words.

She wanted to tell him about the encounter with Sirius.

And the two goblins thing.

But—maybe Sirius was a little nervous, she didn't feel any threat to her from those two goblins, and even if she had, she could easily deal with them.

If Owen had been told that he would have been worried about it, Hogsmeade had finally calmed down. Don't let him interfere.

Hermione, who had been thinking clearly for a moment, changed her voice and said something else.

"Did you find any clues about Dean Weasley's ordeal?" She was bland, holding her cup of dragon milk tea and taking another sip.

"Test?"

Owen was stunned for a moment.

Test?

Oh! What a test!

He almost forgot about it.

Recently I have been busy making money and teaching Hermione Ying - magic.

Ahem - Look, Miss Granger is still interested in his trials while she is learning magic.

And himself

But—but, ah! Owen certainly won't open his mouth to say I forgot.

How shameful is that?

He's going to be Justin's guy - "Well! He said hesitantly.

But the head was spinning wildly.

It's like going to see Joan of Arc, and the head is crazy and begins to deconstruct the test about him, the question left by Dean Weasley.

"Oh! Of course, I've been thinking about it for a long time these days, and I've finally found a clue. ”

In a flash of inspiration, Owen quickly pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

Use your wand to write a paragraph on it.

"On the other side of the fog, where you can't block your view. Beneath the tall buildings of splendor and glory, see your humblest friends. Go find it—to recover the lost treasure of the Weasleys. ”

Parchment is Dean Weasley's puzzle.

"We always thought it was supposed to be a complete sentence. But is it possible that these are actually two paragraphs. He took his wand and crossed out the Weasley family treasure behind it.

Then you will 'beneath the towers of splendor and glory, and see your humblest friends.' 'Drawn separately.

"The tall building is obviously talking about Hogwarts, so what's the humblest friend?" Owen looked at Hermione and said seriously, "Who is this 'you' referring to?" ”

"Isn't it you?" Hermione said with a frown.

"How is that possible?" Owen replied: "The puzzle originated hundreds of years ago, can wizards hundreds of years ago still predict the current 'me'?" Can he still figure out who my friends are? ”

"So what?"

"I have a bold idea!" With a slight shake of his palm, a double-sided mirror appeared in his hand.

"Hey! Dobby is not there, Dobby is not there! ”

This time was different from the time in Blake's ancestral house, and the elf on the other side replied quickly.

"Oh, Mr. Sanchez, are you looking for me?"

In the mirror, an elf dressed in medieval armor and holding a sword in his hand appeared.

The armor on his body was reduced by half to one, and he was wearing it just right, but the sword was still the same. He held it up vigorously, looking a little funny.

"That's right! Come to Hogwarts, Great Hall. ”

"Yes sir, please wait a moment, Dobby will have to return the costume on him." After that, the two-way mirror is dark.

“？？？” Owen frowned, "Costume, what costume?" ”

Just as he was wondering, only a dozen seconds later.

Somewhere in the auditorium, there was a sudden 'poof', and a small figure appeared on the Gryffindor table.

Dobby, who suddenly landed, was dazed, he covered his head and stepped on the textbooks of the little wizards.

"Hey!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Dobby hurriedly took a few steps back and apologized.

But he stepped on the finger of the little wizard behind him again: "Oops! ”

"Look at the dots!"

"Oh, sir, it's all Dobby's fault. Dobby – Dobby can give you some compensation. He didn't dare to move anymore, so he could only sit on his knees at the table.

"Uh-" Originally, the little wizard was still a little angry, but when he looked up and saw Dobby, most of the anger in his heart disappeared.

After all—a house-elf could compensate him for something, and besides, if he let his friends know that he accepted compensation from a house-elf, they'd laugh at him.

"No!" The boy spat the word out of his mouth, then rubbed his fingers and continued to work on his homework—oh! It turns out that it's Sunday

Seeing that the boy rejected him, Dobby was a little frustrated, and he got up and bent over, still wanting to say something.

But Owen's voice had already arrived. "Dobby!"

"That's—please take this." Dobby quickly pulled a golden ring out of his pocket. He placed the ring next to the boy's book.

Then, in the boy's puzzled eyes, he quickly ran in the direction of Owen.

"What did you do?" Approaching, Owen asked curiously.

"Someone is looking for Dobby to make a movie!" Dobby, dressed in a woolen sweater and a woolen robe, sat on the edge of the table, shook his legs, and said happily, "Dobby met a kind man who said he was a Squib, but he had a career in the Muggle world, and he had a big dream to make a film about the wizarding world." ”

"How is this possible!" Hermione immediately spoke, "The Ministry of Magic won't allow it. ”

"The gentleman said he could revise the script, or shoot Muggle fantasy classics, so the Ministry of Magic would have nothing to say."

"A fantasy masterpiece?" Hermione immediately thought of a fantasy book that was so important in England.

"Are you going to slap the Lord of the Rings?" She immediately asked.

"Did Miss Granger read that book too?" Dobby asked curiously, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Dobby always thought that the book must have been written by a wizard, and the wizard named Gandalf in it must be Dumbledore!" ”

"The gentleman said that there was a very challenging character in the book that was perfect for Dobby, and Dobby loved a challenge!"

"Stop !!"

Seeing that the father's rebellious speech like his son was getting deeper and deeper, Owen hurriedly stopped.

Then he lowered his head and whispered to Dobby, "Tell me the contact information of that kind person in a moment, and I will invest in him!" ”

Hey!

The big rebellion can't stop the master from making money!

As soon as you hear the name, you know that this movie is worth at least $3 billion.

Rich don't make bastards!

Even Owen can contribute some 'movie props'!

"Let's get down to business!"

Owen winked at Dobby, and the elf immediately understood and gave him a big smile.

"I don't think the 'you' in this proverb refers to me, but to Hufflepuff! Helga Hufflepuff. He pointed to the parchment on the table and said to Hermione, "And her most humble friend is, of course, the elf!" ”

Owen finally spoke the point he had taken a few seconds to come up with.

Then he said with a smug look on his face as Hermione.

Although he was in a hurry, his guess was reasonable, at least he convinced himself.

But it was clear that he didn't see any look of approval on Hermione's face, and Owen even frowned when he saw her.

"I don't think so." She said, and pulled out a stack of parchment paper from her pocket as well.

Or rather, a book.

When she opened it, Owen saw dense text.

"As we all know, the house-elves at Hogwarts were first brought in by Lady Helga Hufflepuff.

But she didn't give the group of elves freedom, she just provided them with a shelter where they could work at school and not be abused. ”

Hermione said calmly, slender fingers quickly flipping over her book.

Although she is not now pestering everyone to join her cause of liberating the elves like in the original book, it does not mean that she will give up this cause.

She only understood the rules of power in the wizarding world, and understood that unless a race cannot complete its awakening, then everything outsiders do is just a castle in the air.

Now she's looking to do what she can, such as improving the working environment for the Hogwarts elves.

Miss Granger is doing great things with an indomitable pace, little by little, like a fool.

This is 10,000 times greater than any guy who only talks rhetorically, has a difficult way to open his mouth, and who is ignorant and ignorant of the elves who shut up, and who himself does not even want to speak, who is insensitive, who is oppressed but does not know it!

Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand, which contained her investigation of the lives of the Hogwarts elves, "as you can tell from their attitude towards Dobby.

Dobby is paid for his work, and the other house-elves are ashamed of it. ”

"I also thought about knitting some scarves and socks and stuff to leave around the castle so that the elves who came to clean up inadvertently picked them up and thus set them free.

But I found that they didn't change much after picking them up, so I guessed that they had a mind owner who alone had the right to grant them freedom. ”

"And I think that's Dumbledore!"

"Stop!" Owen quickly stopped Hermione's continued speech, and if she continued like this, she could talk about tomorrow.

As for the house-elves, it is not so simple to make a race that has fretty in its blood, and he is actually quite optimistic about what Miss Granger is doing now, because it is like a great social experiment, and the experience she has accumulated now will be the capital of her future government.

There is no second race in the wizarding world that is so suitable.

Besides, it's still at Hogwarts, and it's safer.

"Maybe so!" Owen put away the parchment on the table in front of him, "But the humblest friend in the castle can only be a house-elf." ”

"Oh! Except for you! He turned his head to look at Dobby. Then he turned to Hermione again, "It can't be the snake in the secret room!" ”

"What a snake!"

"Uh-it doesn't matter, anyway, the elves who have lived in the castle since the founding of Hogwarts more than 1,600 years ago must know the secrets of this school better than wizards!"

"Dobby!" Owen called.

"Sir?" Dobby happily responded.

"Go to the kitchen and ask the elves if they know anything about the Weasleys' treasures and the like, and a witch named Shanee Weasley."

"Yes sir."

With that, Dobby jumped off the table and ran happily towards the outside of the auditorium.

Looking at Dobby's departing figure.

Owen shook his head slightly.

As to whether he can find useful news, Owen doesn't really have much expectation.

The first is that Dobby is too far away from those Hogwarts elves, and the creatures who consider themselves slaves and free people are two creatures even if they belong to the same race.

Secondly, after all, after so much time has passed, there is no such thing as a historian in the elf community, and there is still a question mark over whether they will record the previous history.

Let's just say, so be it!

It's always a clue, isn't it?

Maybe I can find out some useful news.

It's not out of the question.

While Owen and Hermione were talking, Fleur on the side had been looking at the two of them curiously.

Whether it's the content of their conversations, or the little elf that suddenly appeared.

It all made her feel novel.

Wow!

A pixie who wears clothes all the time.

It was something she had never seen before, and Beauxbatons also had many elves, which she was familiar with, but had never seen anything like Dobby.

Fleur suddenly realized that even though she had been friends with Hermione for so long, she had never known about the oldest school of magic and magic in Europe, and it seemed like something would shock her every day.

Every day, the young wizards here come up with new ideas and put them into practice.

And the boy—there was a fog on him, and every time she thought she could see something clearly, the fog got worse.

That sense of mystery has always attracted her attention.

"What an amazing place!" She looked at the two of them, a smile on her lips.

(End of chapter)