Zhang Xiao looked at the 7 elves standing in front of him with a complicated face.

Around them, there was also a circle to watch the lively Hogwarts elves, who pointed at the seven alien elves.

There was a look of pride and pride in his words and face.

Their thin bodies and unhealthy skin color indicate that their lives are not very good, and even half of them are not dressed decently.

It's just a matter of wrapping up clothes and unwanted fabrics that seem to have been discarded by others.

"You mean Dobby wrote to you the other day?"

One of the elves who looked the oldest nodded in frustration, glanced at Zhang Xiao in fear, and stammered in a whisper:

"Yes, sir.

We're just some elves who have lost their owners, have no one to want, or have grown up outside.

Dobby usually takes good care of us, he will bring some food thrown away by the old men to come to see us, Dobby wrote to us before leaving to ask us to help with a thing, we feel that we should repay him, so we came. ”

These elves are quite honest, and Zhang Xiao found that as long as he asked them, he would say anything, and there would be no reservations.

The corner of a piece of parchment that seemed to be discarded was handed over by the elf, Zhang Xiao took it and looked at it, there was no word on it, yes, most of the elves have no ability to read and write.

There is only a big sun on the paper, and a very rudimentary little figure made of circles and lines.

Just like the stickmen, there is a horizontal line under them, which depicts a wizard riding a broomstick? What does the sun mean?

And much more

Can such an abstract painting elf understand?

"Honorable Mr. Wizard, the sun represents Hogwarts, the place that all elves dream of! It represents hope! ”

After the wild elves finished speaking, they looked enviously at the elves around them who were wearing clean teapot covers and had the Hogwarts school crest on their chests, and they subconsciously puffed up their chests with a proud expression on their faces.

Zhang Xiao choked for a moment, and thought about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case, there is no beating and scolding from the master here, and the little badgers who come to the kitchen most often are also very friendly to the elves, and the work can even be said to be quite easy with the help of magic.

Pixies are extremely loyal and obedient, but that doesn't mean they like to be beaten. So it's not uncommon for Hogwarts to become a 'sacred place' for elves!

But no matter what you think about it, Dobby is the only one who wants to 'save' Harry, right?

Why are you chasing other little wizards?

After asking this question, I got a somewhat unexpected answer:

"Sir, we're so hungry, we haven't eaten for 3 days since Dobby left, we're so dizzy and we can't control the ball well."

Zhang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Uncle Yun, get them some food." ”

The Hogwarts elves immediately ran over with large silver trays of hot pumpkin pie and milk on top.

"Thank you, dear sir! You are such a kind and good person, thank you, Mrs."

The wild elves wept together, bowing and saying words of thanks, gobbling up their food, until they rolled their choked eyes and poured a large gulp of milk before swallowing it.

It's hard to imagine how they have magic, how they can live like this, magic is the primary productive force! The means of production are in their own hands, what is lacking, can't they just produce themselves?

This is also the reason why Zhang Xiao believes that Huaxia's method is not applicable to the wizarding world, and the class contradictions are not prominent and have no foundation.

As a result, the elf's words silenced him again, and he saw that these elves told the most cruel things in calm words.

"The old master has no offspring, and when the old master dies, the contract expires, and we are free elves, and we can find the master by ourselves, so the old master gave an order before he died.

He wouldn't allow me to get my own food—not in any way. ”

Grass! Zhang Xiao instantly understood the intention of this wizard, if the only guarantee of the house-elf slave treaty is, it is that the master must not order the elf to commit suicide, such as jumping into the water and not coming up, and he can't go into the house full of poisonous gas.

So the old wizard left a loophole but there will still be a great chance that the elf will starve to death, and he is not allowed to take the initiative to obtain it, so others can feed it.

Zhang Xiao felt that there were many ways to bypass this order, but these silly elves really obeyed the order until now.

After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "How long is this order effective?" ”

"Three years! The contract says that the master's will will last up to 3 years! After eating, their spirits were obviously much better, and the leading elf blinked his eyes and said cheerfully, "This is the last year!" ”

Well. Is there another year? Zhang Xiao pondered for a while, of course it was a good choice to take the elves directly after the order expired, but this was obviously not enough, Zhang Xiao remembered that he was always cleaner and neater than others, and the elves respected and loved from the heart.

And what I said intentionally or unintentionally that I had the opportunity to help the elves improve their living environment. A man who has no faith does not stand

He looked up and looked around, only the fire was still crackling in the huge kitchen, and there was silence in the air.

Almost all the elves came, and they stood quietly outside, looking at themselves with those big clean and pure eyes.

There seemed to be an inexplicable expectation in his eyes.

This expectation seems to carry power.

"Sure enough, I'm still the same boy I used to be, and I haven't changed in the slightest!"

Zhang Xiao let out a long breath, and suddenly laughed, with nostalgia and pleasure, he stood up, just as Slytherin had said to the suffering little wizards when he stood at the gate of the castle:

"I, Salazar Slytherin, will give you a better future!"

At this moment, his figure seemed to overlap with Slytherin, and the resounding words seemed to travel through time and space, echoing in this ancient castle again after a thousand years.

The elves, like the little wizards at the beginning, slowly and reverently, bent down deeply in front of him.

The elves were placed on the edge of Hagrid's cabin, and Hagrid smiled and promised to prepare some daily food for the elves.

"Don't worry, Zhang, with their poor little body, they can't eat much, and Noble eats more than them!"

Of course, you can rest assured that as long as it is not human, you can rest assured that any other creature can be handed over to Hagrid.

After settling the elves, Zhang Xiao returned to the Quidditch pitch, and yes, the game wasn't over yet!

Harry and Malfoy were still wrestling, they had sabotaged each other's pursuits many times, the score had reached four digits, and even when it was dark, the little wizards were croaking with hunger.

But no one was willing to leave, and Professor McGonagall had used her masterful Transfiguration to conjure up a giant lion and let out a deafening roar to cheer Gryffindor on.

Not to be outdone, Snape conjured a giant serpent in the air, circling and hissing at the lion.

The little badgers shuttled intimately between the school and the stadium, bringing a lot of food to everyone, and in a voice of thanks, the little wizards of the four colleges cheered loudly while eating sweet food.

Zhang Xiao sat down in her seat and began to think about a question.

It's handsome and chic when it's pretended. Now how to solve the problem of house-elves?

(End of chapter)