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Chapter 194 House Elves

"It's over, I don't know the secret language..." Weiss walked to the door of the Gryffindor lounge and remembered it when he saw the fat lady.

"Fat lady, look, I've been passing by you for three years, can you open the door for me?" Wei thought for a while and decided to speak nicely to the fat lady at the door.Let her open the door.

"Password." The fat lady remained unmoved, as if she didn't know Wes.

"Okay, I'm going to find Professor McGonagall." Weiss spread his hands to admit that he couldn't forcefully break into the door, although he felt that breaking the door wouldn't be enough.

"Wes, is that you?" Just as Wes was about to leave, the door was opened, and a fluffy and disheveled head stuck out.

"Hey, Hermione, are you waiting for me?" Weiss looked back and saw that it was Hermione, walked back happily, and said to the fat lady, "Look, I went in without a secret word!"

"Bah! Who will wait for you!" Hermione snorted, stepped aside, and went back to the common room first: "Have you given the double-sided mirror to Professor Dumbledore?"

"Well, I handed it over to him, and he said it was easy to repair." Weiss leaned on a few people in the common room and asked strangely: "There are so few people tonight?"

"Well, it's raining heavily, and there's news of the 'Triwizard Contest', everyone went back to the dormitory to 'find a way'." Hermione walked back to the sofa by the fireplace, stretched her waist, and said comfortably: "It's still warm here."

"The sequelae of your becoming a cat?" Weiss sat on the other side of the sofa, looking at Hermione amusedly.

"...Can you not mention that?" Hermione's face darkened instantly, and she asked after thinking about it, "You really don't want to participate in that Triwizard Tournament, do you?"

"No, what's the matter?" Weiss stretched himself while being warmed by the fireplace, and half-lyed on the sofa.

"No." Hermione looked at the direction of the men's bedroom and frowned: "Harry and Ron seem to be very interested, even if Professor Dumbledore said that wizards under the age of 17 are not allowed to participate; even if I talk to them over and over again Said it was dangerous."

"For glory or for Galleons, what a pity, I don't lack both." Weiss shrugged: "Speaking of Galleons, I remember you put all the Galleons your teacher gave you in Gringotts? "

"Well, I plan to use it when I become an adult... Wes... I found out something today." Hermione looked a little downcast: "I still remember those Hogwarts domestic children in your castle. Spirit?"

"They? They should still be behind the pear portrait, right? Why, you found a house elf appearing in front of you?" Weiss looked at Hermione strangely, not understanding the reason for her frustration.

"No...they have no wages, no holidays, no! Nothing!" Hermione's voice grew louder and her tone became more and more urgent: "This is a slave! Wes! Do you understand? This is a slave!"

"Stop, stop, stop, don't be so loud, you're disturbing others." Weiss quickly pressed Hermione's hands that were about to be raised, and apologized to the little lions who looked around and didn't understand.

"Unbeknownst to me, I actually ate it for three whole years! For three whole years..." Hermione's tone became low again as she spoke, and then she said seriously: "I've decided! After their reasonable rights and interests are improved Before that, I will go on a hunger strike to show my ambition!"

"Stop! This is Hogwarts now, not my castle. According to you, you have to get the raw materials yourself. There is only the Forbidden Forest here! Also, I have no place to burn it for you every day. If you want to burn it yourself, it would be easier to ask Professor Snape for a bottle of poison." Weiss pressed the excited Hermione again, and worked out with her one by one with his fingers: "And, even if I Burn, you have changed from enslaving elves to enslaving me."

"...Who wants you to burn it! I learned it during the holidays! At least, at least I can eat it!" Hermione argued with a flushed face.

"Oh, then you go, I'll help you book a bed from Madam Pomfrey for the whole school year." Weiss nodded and let Hermione go.

"..." Hermione stared at Wes angrily, and after a long while sighed, "Okay, you're right, I'll give up the hunger strike."

"Slaves, it's almost everywhere I've been, even in some small towns in my homeland, Sephilia Kingdom." Weiss spread his hands: "And there are legal and illegal ones."

"Slave!? Legal!?" Hermione screamed again.

"Well, this is very common." Weiss signaled Hermione to calm down: "For example, when you encounter an enemy and you catch a living one, what should you do?"

"To Scotland Yard... Aurors!"

"What if he was going to attack you, you overheard him while planning, and you caught him in the end?"

"Give it to..." Hermione paused, not knowing how to reply.

"It's either killed or sold far away." Weiss shrugged: "Usually with these two results, you can't build a private prison and lock it up? What's more, you even give him food and drink every day, and try to influence him with your heart? It's like If you catch Voldemort, at least [-]% of the British wizarding community will agree to execute him, and in comparison, it’s pretty good that that person is still alive.”

"No! You are talking about the enemy! The house elves are so pitiful that they dare not do anything to humans!" Hermione thought for a while and suddenly thought of the key to the problem.

"So, you are overflowing with sympathy." Weiss rolled his eyes at Hermione: "If a group of trolls are working below, you will definitely not think so."

"Of course! The troll is so vicious! I almost killed me in my first year!" Hermione still turned pale when she remembered her first year.

"Trolls don't know magic yet, but house-elves do. Maybe house-elves are more dangerous than trolls!" Weiss spread his hands: "And they don't use magic wands, and the magic on my side Same."

"How is it possible! How could a house-elf be more terrifying than a troll, whose skin is completely resistant to magic!" Hermione shook her head and strongly denied Weiss' statement.

"There must be a reason why they are like this now. Whether you are full of sympathy or really want to change their situation, you must at least understand why they are like this?" Weiss looked at Hermione strangely. : "'Existence is reasonable.' This is a sentence I read at Evelyn during the holidays. Although I don’t understand the rest of the book, I think this sentence is very reasonable. You haven’t figured out the family What is the reason for the elf to appear, in other words, what you are doing now is a typical hothead."

"I'm definitely not sympathetic! I'm not impulsive! In this civilized society, there are still slaves. This is a regression of civilization!" Hermione still insisted on her own thoughts: "I will definitely be able to figure out why they change. Be like this!"

"After you figure it out, what are you going to do? Get more people to join you in the hunger strike?" Weiss joked.

"I don't know, I haven't thought about this yet." Hermione was stopped by the question, and then she looked at Wes: "Speaking of which, your mother is so powerful, will there be some... enemies..."

"You mean slaves, right? Anyway, I don't have any in my house. The enemies who dare to rush to the door usually lie obediently on the ground in the garden. Most of them are demons. Their bodies are very nutritious and can make flowers bloom." More beautiful." Weiss thought for a while and said with certainty: "It seems that I have never seen slaves traded in the market in the capital of Sephilia."

"Then what will you do if you encounter it? Buy it and let it go?" Hermione's face was a little pale, and she continued to ask after a while, with a little expectation this time.

"In our family, generally speaking, my mother will look at her mood, and my father's words should be directly shot. It seems that I have never met me on the side of the road. As for whether to let go, it depends on the situation, just like I said What if a bad guy is let go, and he runs back and kills others? And you can’t buy it, you can only sell it if you buy it, okay?” Weiss patted Hermione on the head: “Although you are rich , don’t buy it either, if you buy it, maybe some wizards will catch wild ones... Speaking of which, are there any wild house elves?”

"Wild house-elf? That's a weird name, thank you for remembering it." Hermione frowned, clutching her forehead.

　ah.Lazy cancer strikes again. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)