Hogwarts Blood Wizard

After Ivan explained, Hermione nodded in satisfaction.

Harry was holding back a smile, but he knew Ivan's treatment to Dobby, which meant it was better than nothing.

"How is this possible!" Nick's almost headless eyes widened, and his body trembling in the air, he didn't want to believe Ivan's words at all.

"For house elves, wages and holidays are an insult to them...they love to work!" Nick added, grumbling.

"No creatures are born to like to work!" Hermione glared at Nick, then continued vowingly.

"They must have been forced by wizards to do that. Isn't Ivan's house-elf Dobby just got a salary and a vacation? What if we..."

"Dobby is a very special house elf, Hermione!" Ivan interrupted Hermione's words, looked at her seriously, and continued to speak.

"I always respect Dobby's wishes. It wants salary and vacations, so I gave it to it! Similarly, I also respect the ideas of other house elves!"

Hermione's words choked off all at once, and after a while she stammered in retort."But that...that's not what they really think...who doesn't like a freer life?"

She has seen Shining and Kreacher before, and of course she knows the morbid "servant" concept of house elves, but she believes that it is the result of long-term enslavement by the master and should be corrected!

"Freedom?" Ron sneered, and while eating the pudding, he didn't forget to interrupt."If you really talk about freedom with those house elves, they will be terrified!"

While talking, Ron took another gulp of orange juice, smashed his mouth, and said again."Also, Hermione...what are you bothering about? Isn't it good like this?"

"Of course it's not good! I didn't expect that our convenient life at Hogwarts was built on the pain of house-raising elves!" Hermione said angrily, putting the knife, fork and spoon in her hand. Down.

Thinking that the dinner was made by an exploited house-elf, Hermione couldn't eat a bite.

Seeing that the little witch seemed to be hungry for a night, Ivan reluctantly persuaded."It's not necessary? Hermione? Just like you want to make some changes, you have to do it step by step, right?"

"This is the first step I did!" The little witch said firmly.

Ivan shrugged and didn't persuade him any more, but slowly picked up a piece of fragrant syrupy fruit pie, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.

The pie is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a tangy aroma, and a thick syrup on the inside. The sweetness is just right without being too greasy.

"I haven't seen it in a summer vacation, and their craftsmanship is still so good!" Ivan exclaimed with a greasy mouth, and then used a fork to fork a shortbread and put it on Hermione's plate."Are you sure you won't come here?"

Hermione pursed her mouth and did a train all afternoon. Her stomach was empty.

But in the end the little witch endured it, pushed away the plate in front of him, and then stared at Ivan angrily, as if whoever ate a bite of shortbread would betray the anti-discrimination house elves. -The same fate.

"Okay, I think you should all eat and drink!" About an hour later, Dumbledore stood up again. He waved his wand just as he did at the beginning, and removed the plates on the table and the rest. The food was swept away.

"It seems that you are really going to be hungry all night!" Ivan whispered.

"I would rather starve to death than eat things made with the labor of elf slaves!" Hermione glanced at him angrily.

On the stage, Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times. He obviously heard Hermione's words, but he pretended to be ignorant, repeating the old tune and talking about the precautions for the new semester.

The main thing is to remind freshmen not to go to the forbidden forest, and to prohibit the use of some dangerous magic "toys" in the castle.

Speaking of this, Dumbledore glanced at George and Fred without any margin. In the past two years, he had received many complaints from Filch.

George and Fred looked guilty under Dumbledore's gaze. They looked at each other and immediately decided that they must be more concealed when selling "toys", and they must never be caught!

After a glance, Dumbledore turned his gaze back, looked at the little wizards in the auditorium, and announced a heavy news.

"Besides, I also regret to tell everyone that Hogwarts will no longer hold Quidditch competitions this year!"

"Why?" Harry widened his eyes in surprise, and almost knocked over the candle holder beside him.

The other Quidditch players also performed similarly. There was a sound of discussion on the long table of the four major academies. Many people looked at Dumbledore anxiously, waiting for his answer.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down, signaled everyone to be quiet for a while, cleared his throat and spoke again."That's because there is a large event that will start in October and will last the entire school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy... Therefore, we have to make some adjustments!"

"But I believe you can all have a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce to you that this year at Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore's loud voice reverberated throughout the auditorium, but at this moment, a quick knock on the door interrupted his words.

The little wizards in the auditorium all turned their gazes, even Ivan was no exception.

Under the gaze of everyone, an old wizard was standing at the door with a long cane in his hand and a black traveling cloak on his body.

His legs and feet didn't seem to be good, he just limped forward, and the crutches in his hand stopped on the ground and made a deep noise. The whole auditorium became silent because of his arrival, except for the heavy rain outside the window. The thunder rang in my ears.

In an instant, another lightning flashed across the sky.

Under the dazzling flash, the old wizard lifted the hood he was wearing, shaking out a sparse long gray hair, and presented the terrible scarred face in front of everyone.

The most eye-catching is his two eyes, one big and one small look very uncoordinated.

The normal black eyeball stared forward at Dumbledore on the stage, while the other weird blue eye kept spinning in all directions, sweeping everyone on the field.

As the person got closer and closer, there was a sudden inhalation in the auditorium. Harry and Ron couldn't help but shrink their necks. The little wizards before sitting also dragged their chairs back.