Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

While changing the world of magic, Hufflepuff also greatly elevated Hogwarts' status.

The pureblooded Wizards family finally had to make compromises, and they reached an agreement with Helga Hedgepach, agreeing to a Hogwarts education model that would allow the enrolment of small wizards from Muggles, and the corresponding composition of the Board of Directors would control Hogwarts.

As for Hogwarts being out of the control of the Board of Trustees and independently conducting school teaching activities, it was later the Principal's business.

But it has to be said that the success of the Hecky Patch and Hogwarts models was definitely a major event in the years before the millennium, when magic schools like Hogwarts emerged all over the world.

More and more Muggle wizards have been recruited to study, traditional single family style, apprenticeship style, mysterious magic inheritance style has been radically changed, universal magic education has become the main educational model of the magic world.

Helga Herczypatch herself was the principal of Hogwarts until her death, and she never left the place, even after her death, buried in Hogwarts, passing on her favorite golden cup only as a relic to her offspring.

Like Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, the location of Hedgepach's grave has always been a mystery.

Because she was eventually buried by a little elf, no one knew exactly where Hecky Patch's grave was.

For thousands of years, countless successors have tried to find her burial place in the school, but no one has succeeded.

Evan has carefully analyzed all the historical information available, and he believes that the key breakthrough is in the hands of the elvish at home.

As the greatest wizard and educator in the history of magic, Hufflepuff was also the greatest cook, and the elves were her assistants.

Ivan didn't think she'd take the secret Hecky Patch treasure key into the coffin, but Hecky Patch's closest friend for the rest of his life was undoubtedly the Pokémon.

They keep everything, and even their final burial is the responsibility of keeping the elves.

At that time, Helga Hufflepuff sheltered all the elves who had lost their place of existence as a result of the war.

Let them be part of Hogwarts, and the so-called mediocre friend she left behind should be the elf.

Hogwarts has been home to the largest number of Witchcraft Elves since the Hedgepatch era.

For thousands of years they have lived in the kitchen beneath the castle, where they built their own immense underground kingdom.

Not surprisingly, whether it's the treasure keys or the secrets of Hedgepack's grave, it's in the hands of the elves at home.

In the last semester, Ivan had asked Dobby and the rest of the family about it, but they didn't know.

He speculated that the secrets kept by the Elvish ancestors might have been lost and nobody would have passed them on.

Not surprisingly, the elves have been enslaved for too long.

They have lost their civilizational heritage and become wholly attached to the wizards.

If they really kept such an important clue, they might have told the headmaster long ago rather than hiding it themselves.

No one knows, but there must be something in the kitchen.

Not long ago, Ivan found an early construction plan for the castle in the library's restricted library area.

It's stuck in a very cold magic book that hasn't been borrowed in centuries.

The basement section on the map is much bigger than it is now, and the big piece that disappeared later is right around the kitchen.

This chart confirms Ivan's constant assumptions, combined with previous information, that he thinks it is necessary to check it out.

Ivan leads Hermione into the basement, which is a must-go road to Slytherin and the Hufflepuff Public Lounge.

The two of them followed a narrow passage on the left to take the next stone step.

Below is not a dimly lit underground tunnel like the one leading to Snape's underground classroom.

Instead, they found themselves in a wide stone gallery, lit up brightly, decorated with delightful drawings, mostly of food.

They walked up to the drawing with the big fruit bowl, and Ivan stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the turquoise pear.

Pears crept up, laughed and suddenly turned into a big green door handle.

“This is the entrance to the school kitchen!” Ivan said.

He opened the door and revealed a low, pitch-black, deep hall.

“Let's go in and get ready!” Ivan said.

He remembered the last time he came out and was surrounded by myriad Pokemon, showing a bitter smile.

“Prepare for what?!” Hermione asked, staring nervously at the hall.

“You'll see!” Ivan took Hermione's little hand and walked in together.

The next second they walked into the painting, inside a large room with high ceilings, as large as the auditorium above, surrounded by stone walls stacked with many shiny copper pots and pots, and a large brick fireplace on the other side of the room.

There seemed to be some sense, and before they could see better, there was a lot of green stuff coming towards them from the center of the room.

Hermione couldn't help but take a step back before realizing that all she came to herself was a little elvish.

It's incredible that there are hundreds of them.

“Sir, ma'am, what do you want?” Pokemon asked out loud and crowded.

Each of them smiled and waited for Ivan and Hermione's orders.

We haven't waited for the two of them to talk yet, and another little screaming elf rushed in.

He slammed Ivan's upper abdomen, holding Ivan tightly and tightly.

This guy is Dobby!

Even though they had just met more than a month earlier, he was very excited to see Ivan in the kitchen.

He hugged Ivan with a lot of strength, and Ivan rushed him off.

Hermione looked at the surrounding home elves and the two of them with amazement and adjusted for a long time.

In fact, she hasn't seen Dobby in a long time.

Dobby's big green eyes, like ping-pong balls, had tears of joy that were no different in appearance and memory.

That elongated nose like a pencil, that pair of bat-shaped ears, that long finger and feet...

None of this has changed, except that the clothes are very different.

When Dobby worked for Malfoy's family, he wore that dirty old pillowcase all year round.

Now, he's dressed in all kinds of weird combinations, worse than the sorcerers at the World Cup.

He had a teapot warmer over his head with a pile of colorful badges on it; a tie with a horseshoe pattern on his bare chest and a similar pair of children's soccer shorts underneath, two pairs of unmatched socks on his feet.

One, Harry, took it off his feet and lured Mr. Malfoy to throw it at Dobby, the black sock that set Dobby free, and the other sock was covered with pink and orange stripes.

This is a style Ivan hadn't seen, and all the money he paid Dobby was used to buy socks, which he changed almost every week.

In a certain sense, Dobby may be the most stylish domestic elf!