Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 173 The Voice Resounding Again
"Thank you, miss!" said Cowper, smiling at Hermione, showing a lot of teeth, "but that's not the quality of a house-elf, Cowper likes to work, that's what Cowper's for."

Its words were echoed by many house-elves, who nodded in agreement with Cowper.

"But you don't have wages and subsidies, and you don't even have holidays!" Hermione asked in an unbelievable tone. She seemed very surprised. She couldn't believe that slavery still existed in the wizarding world at the end of the 20th century.

This is simply an appalling thing.

Cowper's lips quivered, and then large tears fell from its eye sockets onto its chest like Hera had never seen before.

"Oh, my God!" said Hermione, following Hera to the far end of the kitchen, "Cowper, please, don't cry—"

Cowper cried harder.

Hera could only helplessly explain: "Work is the most noble task for house elves, and it is their lifelong belief. But you let them abandon their beliefs. I think this is not a simple matter. Can you understand, Hermione?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Cowper and said, "What does work mean to you? Can you tell Miss Granger?"

"Of course, honorable Professor Lestrange. Cowper loves work. Work is all Cowper has. Salary and holidays are simply the greatest insult to Cowper." When Cowper mentioned 'work' and 'vacation', his body trembled subconsciously, but he continued to speak calmly.

"This is oppression and exploitation without bottom line. It's hard to imagine what kind of means the wizards used to enslave the house-elves into such a state!" Hermione whispered, her tone vicious.

For a moment Cowper stood stunned, trembling.

"Okay, Hermione, your words scare it a little." Hera hurriedly held Hermione to stop her from continuing, and the eyes of the house-elf next to her were already a bit unfriendly.

If these house-elves were angered—even though they knew they would not dare to attack them, God knew whether the kitchen would stop welcoming him in the future.

"Give us those desserts, will you? We're almost ready to go back," Hera said loudly, all he wanted at the moment was to keep Hermione out of here.

At this time, many little elves nearby gathered around and handed them many snacks for them to take upstairs.

Hermione refused to take it.
She still refused to accept the fact that at Hogwarts, there was such a brutal oppression of slavery, even though they were not human beings.

She watched the elves keep bowing and curtseying, with a pained expression on her face.

Hera unceremoniously packed a lot of cream cakes and pies in the bag, and finally stuffed them into Hermione's hands.

"Thank you so much." Hera said blankly to the elves - they all flocked to the door and said good night to both of them, "I think we will enjoy it."

"Hera, I can't believe that you turned a deaf ear to such a thing!" Hermione said—at this time, she followed Hera just out of the kitchen and was heading up the stairs leading to the hall. "I thought this kind of thing would never exist in the wizarding world, but here it is. There are at least dozens of house-elves!"

"Then think about the luggage you put on the train. Did they all fly to the closet in the dormitory automatically? Do your clothes become clean and soft by themselves? You have never seen someone clean it, right?" Hera asked Hermione directly with several questions.

She couldn't help but stop, her mouth opened wide, she never thought about this question.

"I always thought it was magic"

"Magic, it is indeed magic. Then who cast the spell?" Hera stopped, staring at Hermione with dark yellow pupils, which made her heart tremble.

"House-elf?"

"Bingo! That's right." Hera snapped her fingers, "They will help you with some housework when you can't see them. You can't let professors or students do these things. Do you think you can take good care of yourself?"

Hermione was speechless, she shook her head bitterly.

"So, sometimes we should keep our minds simple, at least don't let these insignificant things affect your state." He stretched his hands and rubbed Hermione's hair, and it turned into a mess after the special care for leaving the hospital.

"Today is the day you are discharged from the hospital. I think your friends must have prepared a surprise for you. Maybe we should send you back to the Gryffindor common room now."

"Okay, Hera." Hermione curled her lips. Hera knew she hadn't given up on that ridiculous idea, but time would tell.

"Honestly speaking, I hope you can spend this semester quietly, and don't try to come to the kitchen again—without the professor's guidance, the school's crisis has not been resolved, and Black must be waiting for an opportunity to break in."

"Hmm." Hermione's voice was as small as a mosquito, and if it wasn't for the terrible silence in the corridor, Hera could hardly hear it.

At this time, Hera heard it.

"...tear you tear you.kill you"

Well, it was that voice again, that uninspiring voice, and even Hera felt a little bored after listening to it a few times.

Every time it's something like "tear you apart", but every time it's nothing more than petrification-as long as the mandrake is mature, petrification is a problem that can be easily solved.

In fact, if Hera is willing, he can go directly to Tulip Manor and ask Mandrake to help him find some mandrakes. He believes that there will be some mandrakes in Tulip Manor.

It's just that Dumbledore didn't say anything, and he wasn't in a hurry to think about it. Hera simply kept silent on the idea that more things are worse than less things.

"Professor, did you hear that?" Hermione held Hera's arm tightly in her arms in fear, and she heard a gloomy hissing sound, which added a bit of bone-chilling chill to the already somewhat cool air in early spring.

"Yeah." Hera nodded. He noticed the difference. Unlike the usual few times, the sound didn't get farther and farther this time, but closer. Hera could even feel that it was coming towards the corridor where they were.

From downstairs—from behind them.

"Run!" Hera directly pulled Hermione up with one hand, held her in a princess hug with both hands, and ran forward with big strides.

Nothing has become unimportant.

The voice was getting closer, cold and murderous.

"Professor, what's that voice?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good sign!"

(End of this chapter)