The days at Hogwarts

"Next is Principal Dumbledore, 9 points! He is really fair and just..."

"Principal Fontana from the other side of the Atlantic, 9 points! Counting the previous ones... very promising!"

"Finally, Principal Karkaroff of Durmstrang, 4 wait, 4 points?"

Bagman's face turned even redder with anger, but as a commentator and referee, he could not say anything too outrageous. He could only continue to explain in a strange tone: "He is really a stingy guy with praises. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, even like this , Harry Potter also temporarily ranked first with an average score of 8 points.

"Let's congratulate Harry Potter!"

The screams like a mountain roar and a tsunami instantly flooded the stands, and even the ground was shaking slightly. The excitement and joy pushed away the cold east wind deep in the forest.

……

The evening celebration dinner seemed noisier than any other banquet. Everyone was talking about the performance of the five warriors during the day:

Cedric's ingenuity, Graves' perseverance, Fleur's touching dancing, Krum's ruthlessness, and Harry's nimble and agile flying.

The little wizards in the auditorium kept standing on the stools and looking out, looking at the warriors present. Every face showed admiration and curiosity.

In the front row of the long Gryffindor table, Harry slowly but anxiously enjoyed the sumptuous dishes carefully prepared for the banquet, because in just a few appetizers, five or six little witches had already passed by and greeted him warmly.

Among them were students from Beauxbatons and Ilvermorny, who had very strange accents.

After dealing with a Hufflepuff girl, Harry turned his head and rubbed the muscles on his face that were stiff from laughter, and complained angrily: "Really, can't they wait until I'm full before coming back?"

"Squeak-"

Ron's knife swiped across the plate, his expression contorted with envy.

"Cuckoo..."

Ginny gritted her teeth, her contempt for certain girls and resentment for her cowardly behavior made her beyond recognition.

Hermione looked around, looked at Loren and asked, "Where are the warriors of Ilvermorny?"

"While still in the school doctor's office, I heard from Seamus that all the bones that can be broken are basically broken, and he will have to lie in the hospital bed for at least two days." Loren took a sip of the fragrant mushroom soup, clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Ilvermonide After competing for the first time, I still don’t have enough experience..."

Gilbert Fontana, who was at the guest of honour's seat, deeply agreed. At this moment, he was silently dealing with the fish and chips in front of him, chewing mechanically with his teeth, expressionless.

Recalling the scene when he visited his student in the school infirmary in the evening and complained about his poor Pickle... Fontana looked at Maxim not far away. She met the gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts. Talk about Zhenghuan;

Turning to look at Karkaroff, he was avoiding the two people from the Ministry of Magic, pulling the Potions Professor and whispering something;

Finally, I looked at Dumbledore. He was telling boring jokes.

"..."

They are all bad people!

Fontana bit into pieces of the fish bones in her mouth. It tasted quite good. The house elves at Hogwarts were very skilled at cooking, and the fish bones were crispy and crispy.

Who would have thought that the Goblet of Fire Tournament, which has a history longer than the founding of Ilvermorny, would turn out to be a shady event full of cheating!

Who would have thought that among the four participating schools and five competing warriors, he was the only warrior from Ivermorny who didn't know that he had to face a fire dragon in the first event!

Look at each of these, the hypnotic dance for the fire dragon, the eye disease spell for the fire dragon...

Only his poor Pickley, who had not prepared anything, was lying alone in the school doctor's office, eating bland pumpkin porridge with chicken breast.

"Don't worry too much, Gilbert..." Dumbledore filled the bottle of wine for him, "It's just a skin injury. Graves will be discharged from the hospital soon, and his scores are also very good..."

Fontana glanced at him sideways, raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

No wonder these people are willing to give Graves high marks.

Those two Hogwarts warriors are not good people either!

His poor Pikli...

"Tons, tons, tons..."

……

"That's great, Harry!"

"I know you can't die!"

"A broken leg at most."

"Or arms."

"Want to kill you?"

"no way!"

George and Fred held Harry in a circle in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, each one making fun of him. The little wizards who were watching once again burst into cheers and screams.

There were mountains of cakes on the tables and chairs, and jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer. Lee Jordan had lit many Filiba fireworks, and the air was filled with sparkling stars and sparks.

Harry was so excited that he still felt unsteady when he was put down, as if he was floating in the clouds. He murmured, "I can't believe it. I passed the dragon project unscathed, and the second project will have to wait until three months later."

"Speaking of this..." Lee Jordan patted Harry's golden egg, weighed it with both hands and said, "It's quite heavy. Open it and take a look, Harry! Let's see what's inside?"

Harry slowly came back to his senses and looked around with a smile: "Does anyone want me to open it?"

"Of course!" the little wizards shouted in unison.

"Do you really want me to open it?"

"Open!"

Loren, who was standing outside the crowd, quickly cast a head soaking spell on himself, and then covered Hermione's ears.

The girl blinked her eyes and cleverly did not struggle. Instead, she moved closer to Loren's arms. His palms completely wrapped the auricles, feeling warm.

The next second, an extremely terrifying, high-pitched scream filled the entire room.

Hermione frowned as she listened to the weakened sound of the golden egg. She had only heard a similar sound before at Sir Nicholas's death anniversary party. It was the noise played by the ghost band using a saw instrument.

Harry slammed the golden egg shut, feeling his head buzzing.

"What is that?" Seamus asked, covering his ears. "It sounded like a female ghost's cry... Harry, you may have to pass by a female ghost next time!"

"It seems like someone is being tortured!" Neville's face turned pale, and sausage meat was scattered on the floor. "What you have to deal with is the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be stupid, Neville, that's illegal." George said, "They can't recite the Cruciatus Curse on a warrior. I think the sound is a bit like Percy singing..."

Harry rubbed his temples and looked at the golden egg again: "This is really a difficult problem..."

Seeing that he wanted to explore the clues about the golden egg, the little wizards around him fled in fright.

"You know the clue in the golden egg, right Loren?"

Hermione raised her head and smoothed the strands of hair from her forehead, then looked at Loren who had lifted the hair-soaking spell, her little face full of suspicion.

"Do I know...or don't I know? That's a good question..." Loren muttered something nonsense, took a spoonful of the cream cake into his mouth, and fell into deep thought.

Hermione was not in a hurry, sitting down next to him calmly and sharing his cream cake.

After a while, Loren said seriously: "It's the end of the month, and it's time for Dobby and Winky to pay their wages. How about we go see them later?"

"..."

Hermione's eyes flashed and she pursed her lips: "Okay, I also want to know what other elves think of them."

"And Mai, I need to see him if I have something to do."

"what's up?"

"Don't ask for information you shouldn't ask for."

"What information should be inquired about and what information should not be inquired about."

"The information that can be inquired about is the information that should be inquired about, and the information that cannot be inquired about is the information that should not be inquired about."

"..."

Hermione suddenly felt a little pain in her wisdom teeth and clenched her fists.

You should add some body language to make communication more efficient.

……

The lights in the castle have been turned off, but the kitchen located underground is still bright, with fragrant broth simmering in the gleaming copper pot, and the flames in the large brick fireplace.

“Due to the addition of French cuisine, the steps for many soups are more cumbersome.”

Xiaomai explained in a sharp voice that he wore an extra apron while wearing butler's clothes, and his bare feet were also put on socks given by Hermione.

Twinkle set up the chairs for the two of them and stood beside her, rubbing her clothes anxiously. She was also wearing an apron. Under the apron was a neat and clean little skirt, and the matching blue hat was dotted with cloud patterns.

She raised her head and carefully looked at Loren's face. When she realized that Hermione was looking at her, she quickly lowered her head.

Hermione took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but Loren held her down.

"Sir, have a cup of hot tea..."

Dobby quickly ran over with a tray of tea, and when he saw there were only two people, he looked a little disappointed: "Mr. Morgan, Miss Granger, hasn't Harry Potter come down?"

"Did you see him face the fire dragon today?" Loren picked up the hot cocoa and blew it.

Dobby nodded heavily and said happily: "Dobby was hiding in the fire dragon tent. Dobby was thinking that if Harry Potter couldn't deal with the fire dragon, Dobby would secretly help him."

"Fortunately, you didn't do anything unnecessary. You can't hide your little moves in front of those referees."

"It is better for Dobby to be punished than for Harry Potter to be injured. Mr. Graves bled a lot, and Dobby doesn't want to see Mr. Potter bleed too."

"..."

Just leaving the uneasy Winky aside, after Loren and Dobby finished chatting, Hermione chatted with Wheat again: "Wheat, what do other house elves think of Winky and Dobby in recent times? "

"Winky and Dobby..." Mai hesitated, "Many elves are praising Winky..."

Hermione's eyes lit up and she was a little happy: "Praise?"

Mai lowered her head, looked at the socks on her toes and replied in a low voice: "Many elves feel that Twinkle endured the humiliation in order to return to her previous master's home. Her loyal belief allowed her to endure the torture and insult, so she deserves admiration. "

"Endure the humiliation?" Hermione glared angrily, "Why are wages and holidays considered torture and humiliation?"

Mai couldn't answer and looked at Loren in embarrassment.

Loren tugged at the slightly hairy little witch, turned around and asked, "Dobby, I want to ask about Twinkle's performance in the past month, please be more detailed."

"Of course, Mr. Morgan!" Dobby seemed to have started chatting, and began to talk about how embarrassed Winky was at the beginning, and how he negotiated for Winky's salary and holidays...

After the first salary was paid, how did he take Winky to Hogsmeade to buy things;

During the holiday a few weeks ago, he took Winky to go shopping at other wizard gathering places...

After hearing what he said, Loren looked at the female elf who had been left alone for nearly an hour:

"Twinkle, I want to hear how you've been feeling over the past month."

Chapter 469 House Elf Education Plan

Twinkle hesitated for a moment, then moved slowly in front of the two of them step by step, holding the corners of the apron with her slender fingers and twisting them.

Speaking of what the abandoned house elf did in the past month, the other house elves only thought that she was trying to return to her former master, accepting humiliating wages and vacations, and following the house elf in torment. The shame of the elf, the traitor named Dobby -

He used his dirty wages to buy gloves, socks, candy, and was even dragged to the Pig's Head Bar for a drink while hiding his identity.

When it comes to loyal Twinkle, even the house elves in the narrowest shop in Hogsmeade will praise each other. If they had experienced such humiliation and torture, they would have been unable to bear it and would have cut off their heads and stuffed them into their masters. The fireplace at home was used as firewood.

But only Shining knows what the truth is.

It was true that the previous period was very difficult. She couldn't sleep every night, and the tears she shed in one night were enough to wet the pillow.

She has become a shame for generations. From her mother's mother's generation, she worked in Mr. Crouch's house. In her own generation, not only was she kicked out of the house, but now she was reduced to receiving shameful remuneration and accepting a job that symbolized laziness. holiday.

When working in the kitchen during the day, she was worried that other elves would look at her strangely. Whenever more than three elves gathered together to talk quietly, she felt that those chattering voices were spurning her...

But those days only lasted less than a week, and she soon learned that the other house elves admired her, considered her loyal and reliable, and could endure these terrible and painful humiliations in order to return to her former master.

At this point, the gazes of other elves are no longer unbearable, and Shining even enjoys the respect and admiration.

Later, she got her first salary in her life. Taking advantage of the weekend vacation, Dobby took her to Fengya Wizard Clothing Store to buy beautiful gloves and socks, and went to the Pig's Head Bar to drink a glass of butterbeer. It is said that it is the favorite drink of noble little wizards...

In fact, she can also do it, and her skills are much better than the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

But compared to the cup of inferior butter beer I made myself, the cup of inferior butter beer I bought with my labor money had a completely different flavor.

In that dilapidated bar that was full of old stains and filthy smell, the butter beer with rich bubbles fell into the stomach through the tongue. It was sour and slightly bitter, and only after careful aftertaste could one taste the slightest hint of sweetness.

She seemed to taste the taste of freedom in Dobby's mouth.

Looking at Winky who lowered her head and remained silent, Hermione was anxious: "What do you think, Winky?"