DNF Meets Harry Potter

"If I can't finish it, then there is no hope for Beauxbaton and Durham Strong!" Carl's expression remained calm.

Hermione's eyes flickered, she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find any reason to refute, so she just fell silent.

"Oh, lunch is almost ready! I have stewed beef, do you want to try it?"

Hagrid slapped his head, stood up on the sofa with a smile, and walked cheerfully to the kitchen behind.

They ended up having lunch with Hagrid, not much. Hagrid made what he called a beef casserole, and when Hermione found a huge paw in Riley, they all lost their appetites. Carl was very grateful for this, but fortunately he hadn't touched the knife and fork.

"It's too bad! Sure enough, I shouldn't have any hope for the food that Hagrid made!" Ron put his finger in his mouth and tried to vomit aside, tears falling down.

"We should go back to the auditorium for lunch!" Hermione coughed violently, her delicate face also showing a little despair.

"Hagrid, I think you should really learn how to cook with the house elves in the kitchen!" Harry picked up the teacup on the side and took a few sips into his mouth, his face flushed.

"Wait, Harry! You just said that Hogwarts also has house-elves?" Hermione stopped coughing suddenly, and raised her head to stare at Harry.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Haven't you been there?" Harry felt a little scared when she stared at him. He used to sneak into the kitchen with the invisibility cloak when Snape targeted him and missed his meal. Stomach, the specific location was told by Karl.

"Probably one or two hundred!" Harry immediately explained, anyway, this is no secret in Hogwarts.

"One or two hundred?!" After hearing this number, Hermione frowned instantly.

When she met Dobby for the first time in the second year, Hermione didn't realize the low status of house-elves in the wizarding world, and thought that they were probably similar to the positions of nannies and housekeepers in the Muggle world, and wizards. There is an employment relationship between them.

But with the growth of age and experience, plus what she saw in Black's old house in the previous summer vacation-the crazy pure-blood family cut off the head of the old house elf who couldn't hold the plate and hung it on the wall for decoration, she Only then did I understand what kind of miserable days those poor little guys are living day by day.

But despite this, even if there are only one or two existing pure-blood wizard families, she never thought that the number of house elves in Hogwarts where she has been living is as high as a hundred times that of the outside world!

Carl on the side noticed something wrong with Hermione's expression, and then thought of the special species of house elves, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, how could he forget this one!

"Is this true?!" Hermione looked at Harry and asked again with some expectation in her eyes, and she was trembling all over at the moment.

"Of course it's true!" Ron wondered why Hermione had such a big reaction. Isn't this a normal thing?

"Holidays, wages, allowances, they have nothing! Some only have endless work, and punishment from the master. Do you know what this means to them?!"

Hermione's voice sounded sharp.

"They should have wages, holidays... and most importantly, freedom like normal wizards!"

The little witch took a deep breath and added another sentence.

"Hermione, I don't know why you have such an idea, but it's cruel to them!" Hagrid, who was piercing the giant bone needle with a thick yellow sand thread, stopped, his expression looked extremely serious:

"It's their nature to take care of human beings. It's what they like to do. Paying them is a huge insult to them!"

"But Carl gave Dobby freedom, and Dobby is happy." Hermione clenched her fists and retorted excitedly, "He will pay him every month!"

"Yeah, not bad! You can find exceptions in every category, such as Dobby!" Carl quietly listened to Hermione's vent, and then said lightly:

"I'm not saying here that there aren't eccentric elves who want to be free, but you'll never be able to persuade most of them to. That's impossible, Hermione! You've seen them go crazy..."

"But who wouldn't yearn for a life of freedom?!"

Hermione took a deep breath, still insisting on her opinion. In her opinion, where would intelligent life not yearn for freedom? If there is, it must have been oppressed for too long!

"Freedom?" Ron sneered, and then slowly took a sip from his teacup, "Stop talking nonsense! If you really tell them that, they will kneel down to you and hit their heads on the ground all the time!"

"Do you think this is normal?!" Hermione said angrily, she really didn't understand why everyone didn't support her.

"Isn't it?" Ron curled his lips in disdain, he thought Hermione must be crazy to reason with him because of this kind of thing, "This situation has been going on for thousands of years, and it will continue in the future , As for why you said before that there is everything in the book, go check it yourself and ask us what we are doing..."

"Hermione, when you were complaining about them, did you understand the deep-seated reasons behind them? For example, do you know what Hermon Cruz is?" Carl's frowning brows stretched out, and he casually mentioned something.

"Hemon Cruz? What does this mean?" Hermione heard this term for the first time, and she turned her head to look at Carl curiously.

"It means artificial life!" Carl pursed his lips and explained in a flat tone: "If you go to the library to search for knowledge about this, you will find house elves!"

"You mean..." Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, and a terrifying thought popped into her mind, "House elves were created by ancient wizards?!"

"Really?!" Harry and Ron also showed shock on their faces, and they never thought that the truth would be like this.

"Of course it's true, because that's what it says in the book!" Carl nodded, and said affirmatively: "Through the in-depth study of alchemy and transfiguration, coupled with the persistent efforts of several generations, the ancient wizards finally created this House elves, a race that only serves them.

The meaning of their creation is to serve their masters from generation to generation, forever, until extinction..."

"But how is this possible?!" Hermione covered her head, this answer had too much impact on her, and she couldn't accept it for a while.