Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“You three are here!” Seeing Harry and them, Hermione's eyes lit up, "I'm done! ”

“Just in time, we're done too!” Ron was proud to say that he threw down the quill.

Hermione sat down and put what was in her hand on an empty chair, pulling the prophecy written by Ivan into front of her.

“You've had a rough month, haven't you?” Ironically, Crooked Mountain curled over her knees.

“You know, it's dealing with Professor Trelawny!” Ivan said, measuring Hermione's box back.

Compared to Harry and Ron, the tragic prophecies he wrote were more implicit and less tragic.

“Whatever happens, at least we get a warning in advance.” Ron said in a haphazard manner.

Hermione dropped Ivan's prophecy and took Ron's share.

“It is indeed a good warning that you seem to drown twice. ”

“Really?” Ron said, looking down at his prophecy, "I'd better turn one of them into a trampled hippogriff. ”

“Can't you see that you made it all up?” Hermione said.

“How dare you say that!” Ron pretended to be angry and said, "We've been busy here all night, working like elves at home! ”

Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron dissatisfied.

“I'm sorry, the language is incorrect.” Ron said quickly.

Harry also laid down his quill, and he had just fulfilled his final prophecy that he would be beheaded at the end of the month.

“Hermione, what's in the box?” Ivan hurriedly pointed at the box and asked.

He thinks it's best not to keep Hermione talking about their three divination homework.

“I was about to tell you that this is something I've been working hard on this week, and we're going to do something for the elves.” Hermione said with a smile.

She opened the lid and showed them what was inside.

The box has about fifty badges in different colors, all with the same letter: S.P.E.W.

“Vomiting?” Harry picked up a badge, looked closely, and said in doubt, "What does that mean? ”

“Not vomiting,” Hermione explained impatiently, "is S-P-E-W, meaning the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare. ”

“Never heard.” Ron said.

“Neither have I heard!” Harry added.

Ivan didn't speak, he knew what was going on, and it seemed Hermione wasn't satisfied with writing articles for the newspaper.

As she always said, to actually do something for the Elvish, that's what I meant.

“Of course you haven't heard,” Hermione simply said, “because I just founded this. ”

“Ah?” Ron procrastinated, slightly surprised, "How many members do you have? ”

“Well, if the three of you are in on it, there are four.” Hermione said.

“Join?! You think we're willing to walk around with a badge and vomit on it?” Ron said.

“It's S-P-E-W! Hermione said annoyingly," I wanted to call it a campaign to prohibit the cruel abuse of our magical creature friends and improve their legal status, but it was not appropriate, so I made it the title of our association's declaration. ”

She waved the parchment at them, full of text.

“This is our specific charter, and I have been studying this issue in depth in the library. Elf slavery dates back centuries, and I can hardly believe that no action has ever been taken against it. ”

“Hermione, listen up!” Ron immediately said out loud, "They love this, they love being slaves to others! ”

“Our short-term goals!” Standing up from a chair and sounding louder than Ron, Hermione said, as if she hadn't heard Ron at all, "is to ensure that the Pokémon get a reasonable wage and a good working environment. Our long-term goals include amending the law against the use of magic wands and trying to get a Pokémon into the Department of Wonder Animal Management and Control, as it is alarming that the Pokémon's interests are not fully represented. ”

“Take it easy, Hermione!” Ivan hurry and let her sit down.

Hermione looked exasperated and stared at Ron with dissatisfaction, and Ron looked unhappy.

“Well, how can we do that?” Harry asked softly.

“First, we need to develop our membership.” Hermione exalted herself, “I think the participants will have to pay two silver cicadas to buy the badge, and the money will be available for us to publish leaflets. You're the chief financial officer, Ron, and I've got a piggy bank upstairs for you. Harry, you're the secretary, and you need to write down everything I'm saying right now as a record of our first meeting. As for Evan, I think you're a good chairman, because you're famous in the magic world for our publicity, and you have to deal with the Ministry of Magic. And I'm the vice president of the Promo, and I'm in charge of all day-to-day affairs, that's all. ”

For a while, nobody spoke, Hermione looked at the three of them with delight.

Ivan frowned and stared at Hermione's charter, and it seemed Hermione did look for a lot of information.

Ron stared at Hermione with astonishment, his eyes slightly drummed out, even forgetting to close his mouth.

Harry sat there annoyed by Hermione's performance and laughed at the look on Ron's face.

A while later, a moment of silence, a moment of calm before the storm.

“I'm not in!” Ron said directly, push away the badge in front of him.

“Ron?!” Hermione's eyebrows are up again, "we're saving the elves. ”

“I told you, they love it, they love being slaves to others!” Ron stubbornly said, "I wouldn't follow you into the kitchen and mobilize them to stop working, and I would never do that. ”

“No one likes to be a slave, which is extremely unfair to raising a little elf at home. Hermione said," Whether you are a wizard or a family breeder, you are all born equal. Witches cannot base their magical civilization on efforts to raise and squeeze elves in their homes, and we must stop this phenomenon. ”

“You don't even know how to raise a elf, Hermione!” Ron said, "Don't convince me to join your vomiting trick. ”

“It's not a trick, it's not vomiting, it's a family interest to raise elves...”

Before Hermione was finished, Ron stood up from the chair and shouted in his loudest voice, "To me, it's just vomiting, and I don't want to be ridiculed for wearing this badge on my chest like a fool. ”

Ron's face blushed and his eartips blushed as the two breathed and looked at him.

He then brutally picked up his prophecy assignment and flushed the quill back into the bedroom, with the door shut loudly.

“Don't blame Ron, he's been under a lot of pressure lately, making another miserable prophecy here all night!” Harry said.

He glanced at Evan and hurried back to his bedroom to persuade Ron.