Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

When Ivan and Dobby returned to the kitchen, Hermione was frowning and sitting there, beside her, still crying.

She buried her face in her hand, tears slipping down the gap between her fingers.

Things didn't change much before Ivan left, or worse, Shiny looked even sadder!

Hermione seemed to have given up her efforts to persuade her to continue, and she looked painfully at her distant home to raise the elves.

More than 300 elves in their families hide far from the walls, seemingly scared, but afraid to leave.

They stared with panic in their eyes and stared at Hermione, where they could only see fear, humility and obedience.

Ivan sighed, and now the family elves are really different from their ancestors that he sees below.

Hundreds of years of slavery have completely distorted their hearts and fundamentally abandoned the idea of independence and freedom.

Although the appearance has not changed, these households are completely different species from their ancestors.

They are the slaves of wizards, willing slaves, that is all.

“I interviewed them to understand their views and just asked a few key questions, all of which ran far away!” Hermione sighed and turned her head and asked, "By the way, what have you two been up to? ”

“Dobby led me around and made some interesting discoveries. ”

When she saw Ivan's expression, Hermione didn't keep asking, and she knew why Ivan was here.

Now that it's an interesting discovery, it's not appropriate to talk about it here.

Her eyebrows widened and her attention turned back to raising the elves at home, annoying them for their performance.

A few minutes later, when Ivan and Hermione were ready to leave, the family elves, who had been shaking by the wall, came back on top.

They reached out to Ivan and Hermione and handed them many snacks to take upstairs.

Hermione refused to take it and looked at the Pokémon bowing and kneeling, showing a painful look on her face.

Ivan packed a lot of cream cakes and pies, and climbing on the ice ladder just drained him a lot of energy.

“Goodbye, Master Ivan!” Dobby waves, “Goodbye, Miss Granger! ”

“Good night, Dobby!” Ivan said, "Remember to go up and take those clothes I gave you. ”

When I heard him, Dobbyton frowned and smiled.

Hermione also waved at Dobby, sweeping at the other lowlife family elves.

“I've just thought about it, and I think it would be ideal for those elves to observe Dobby more!” Hermione leads the way up the marble stairs, "look at Dobby, the other elves will see how happy he is to be free, and slowly they will understand that they are willing to do the same! ”

“It's a good idea. The first thing you need to do to help the elves defend their rights is change their own deformed ideas of slavery!” Ivan said his mouth was filled with pies, "Dobby might be able to take some lead, though unlikely, but better than you in a hurry. I just hope they don't look too closely at the glitter. ”

“She'll be happy, too.” Hermione said, but her tone is a little skeptical, “and when this scare passes, she gets used to Hogwarts' life, she leaves the guy called Crouch, and life is much better! ”

“I hope so!” Ivan nodded and stayed at Crouch's house, probably without a life.

From this perspective, glitter should indeed be happy.

Over the next few days, Ivan has been thinking about the demon under the kitchen that keeps the elves in shape.

He went through a lot of material in the library and found no clue.

Relying on this information at hand to investigate a black wizard who lived in Hogwarts hundreds of years ago was almost impossible, let alone a more mysterious altar of demons, and Ivan could not find any relevant information.

Finally, he could only focus all his attention on deciphering the ancient magic he had brought back.

Compared to the information of the ancient magicians found in the ruins of the swamp, it is not so difficult to decipher these scriptures.

Ivan went under the kitchen alone to observe several times to make sure there were no omissions.

Although these magical texts have been around for centuries, the magical civilization of that time and the magical philosophy of today were largely contiguous.

It's just a matter of time before we crack this script.

It was Hermione who was also worried about keeping the elves at home, and she ultimately didn't tell her about Dobby.

Hermione accepted Evan's suggestion to focus on reversing the idea of raising elves in the home as a next step.

In the middle of a busy day, the time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye into December.

December brought wind and rain and snow to Hogwarts, and although the castle was always dressed in winter, every time you walked over a big boat of Durmstrang parked on the lake, you were happy with the hot fires and thick walls in the castle.

The big boat swung in the wind, and the black sail flew and danced in the dark night sky.

Many believe that Durmstrang's mobile home must also be cold enough.

No wonder Krum runs to the school library when things are okay, and other Durmstrang students get used to spending time in Slytherin's public rest, and they get along fine.

Boosbatons' students are more used to staying in their carriages than Durmstrang's students.

Gabriel was the only exception, and she was popular in the Gryffindor Public Lounge, after Fred and George.

Furong had never been here, but she seemed comfortable putting her sister in Evan's care.

The school was calm and everyone seemed to recover from the shock of the Fire Dragon and began to look forward to the next project.

Ivan noticed that Hagrid constantly provided Mrs. Maxim's horses with their favorite pure malt whisky.

The feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stables drifted over for a while, and the students in the magical animal protection class were a little dizzy.

It doesn't do much good, because they're still taking care of the terrible tail screws, and they need to use some wisdom.

“I don't know if they're hibernating!” In the next lesson, Hagrid told his classmates in Pumpkin Diesel that he was shaking and said, "Let's try it and see if they want to sleep, and we'll put them in these boxes...”

There are only ten tail screws left, and it is clear that their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.