I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 271 A cup of Hermione Granger to celebrate the warm sunshine in winter

"I?"

"Yes, don't leave Hogwarts soon, and don't go home for Christmas. You will stay in the castle until something is over."

"Why?" It was Furong who spoke this time. Aren't they just two goblins?

What can be done?

Can you still rebel?

"It's very troublesome anyway!" Sirius said impatiently. He seemed to be in a hurry, as if he was anxious to tell Dumbledore something. "That's it, you go back to the castle first, remember what I said."

After entering the castle and passing through the oak door, he hurriedly disappeared into the corridor.

Hermione believed without a doubt that he had gone to find Dumbledore.

But that didn't alleviate her confusion.

In the end, she could only walk into the auditorium with Fleur a little decadently.

In Zhoutian's auditorium, there are many young wizards studying (writing homework) there.

Hermione found the seat she wanted with ease.

After a while, Owen also appeared in front of the auditorium.

He walked quickly towards Hermione holding a cup of milk tea that burned like a flame, his face filled with joy.

“Get rich!!!”

"Miss Granger! I'm rich!"

"Hi!" Gemini followed closely, "That's obviously our product!"

"Climb! Without your brother's ideas, you would never be able to sell so much money in your lifetime." Owen glared at the two of them with disgust, "When it comes to grabbing credit, you two are quite active. The drink is not what I want. Does it match?"

"But the finished product was tested by us." George said angrily.

"Who advanced the money for the materials! Who gave me the advertising money! Who found the connections! You two tools still have some face."

Harry and Ron, each holding a cup of milk tea, gathered on the Gryffindor bench.

While scolding, Owen looked like he was about to praise me. He faced Hermione and said excitedly, "Do you know how much milk tea we bought in the past two days?"

"Milk tea?" Hermione was slightly startled. She was a little overwhelmed by the sudden enthusiasm of the boy. It wasn't until she saw them each holding a cup of fire dragon milk tea that she understood what Owen was talking about.

It's strange to say.

Because she looked around at this time and found that most of the little wizards were holding a cup of fire dragon milk tea in their hands.

Is this thing selling so hotly?

She looked down at her cup.

It tastes really good.

"Two days! Two thousand cups!" Owen said with excitement, "I just opened a store in Diagon Alley yesterday."

"Buying a cup of silver, I made more than a hundred galleons in two days! Wuhu! Take off!"

"When the market opens up, I will march to Europe and support my troops in North America. I will make a fortune!"

"You opened a shop in Diagon Alley?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, "When did you get the deed to the house in Diagon Alley?"

"It's from Malfoy, it's not important." Owen suddenly stood up and shouted loudly towards the corner of the Gryffindor bench, "Colin, come here."

Colin, who was immersed in drinking Nuanyang, raised his head in confusion.

After seeing Owen's fiery eyes, he understood instantly and ran over with the camera he carried.

Irving only came to him to ask him to take photos.

Colin was also happy to see this, because Irving paid him every time.

In the third grade, he has already accumulated considerable wealth.

"Take some pictures for Miss Granger. By the way, use the color ink I gave you last time to develop. I'm going to make some posters!"

The last time Irving was talking about was naturally the time he was interviewed by the Warriors.

He and George invented a kind of color ink development, which turned into black and white newspapers. However, because the current magic machine can only print black and white newspapers, it was not used.

But if you make a poster, you don’t need to print it.

He only needs a few.

"When we wait for the competition, put up a lot of advertising!" As he said, he suddenly looked at Hermione, then put his hand on her shoulders and said solemnly, "You must win beautifully! Miss Granger."

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A sense of absurdity flowed into Hermione's heart.

After a moment of silence, she asked doubtfully: "What happened?"

"You don't understand, because if you understand, I will pay you endorsement fees, so you better not understand." Irving said to himself.

Hearing the sound, Hermione's expression changed in a second. From what she knew about the boy, he must have done something that would give her a reason to beat him.

But she didn't plan to pursue it today.

This girl is in a good mood today and plans to let you go.

She squinted her eyes and puffed out her cheeks, looking extremely cute.

Of course, there is another reason.

Hermione, who suddenly seemed to remember something, gradually calmed down.

She held back all her words.

She wanted to tell him about meeting Sirius just now.

There's also the matter of those two goblins.

But - maybe Sirius is a little nervous, she doesn't think the two goblins can pose any threat to her, and even if they do, she can easily deal with them.

If you tell Owen, he will definitely stir up trouble in addition to worry, and Hogsmeade finally calms down. It's better not to let him interfere.

Hermione, who had already thought clearly in a moment, changed her voice and talked about something else.

"Have you found any clues about Dean Weasley's test?" She said calmly, holding her cup of fire dragon milk tea and taking another sip.

"test?"

Owen was stunned for a moment.

test?

oh! What a test!

He almost forgot about it.

Recently I have been busy making money and teaching Hermione English - magic.

Ahem - look, Miss Granger, besides learning magic, is still concerned about his test.

And himself

But—but! Owen would definitely not open his mouth to say that I forgot.

How embarrassing is that?

He was going to be like Justin - "That's right!" he said hesitantly.

But his head was spinning crazily.

As if he was going to meet Joan of Arc, his mind started to deconstruct the test questions left by Dean Weasley in a frantic manner.

"Oh! Of course, I have been thinking about it for a long time these days and finally found a clue."

Suddenly having an idea, Owen quickly took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

Use the wand to write a paragraph on it.

"Beyond the fog that cannot block your view. Beneath the tall buildings of splendor and glory, see your humblest friend. Go and find it - find the lost treasure of the Weasley family."

The parchment was Headmaster Weasley's puzzle.

"We always thought this should be a complete sentence. But is it possible, this is actually two paragraphs." He took the wand and crossed out the Weasley Family Treasures at the back.

Then will 'Behold your humblest friend beneath the towering towers of splendor and glory. ’ drawn separately.

"The high building is obviously referring to Hogwarts, so what is the humblest friend?" Owen looked at Hermione and said seriously: "Who does this 'you' refer to?"

"Isn't it yourself?" Hermione said, frowning.

"How is it possible?" Owen refused: "The puzzle originated hundreds of years ago. Can a wizard hundreds of years ago still predict 'me' now? Can he also figure out who my friends are?"

"so what?"

"I have a bold idea!" He shook his palm slightly, and a two-way mirror appeared in his hand.

"Hey! Is Dobby here? Is Dobby here?"

This time was different from the time at Black's ancestral home. The elf on the other side responded quickly.

"Oh, Mr. Sanchez, are you looking for me?"

An elf wearing medieval armor and holding a sword appeared in the mirror.

The armor on his body shrunk by half, and he was dressed just right, but the sword remained the same. He lifted it hard, looking a little funny.

"Yes! Come to Hogwarts, the Great Hall."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment, Dobby needs to return the costume." After saying that, there was a darkness on the other side of the double-sided mirror.

"???" Owen frowned, "Costumes, what costumes?"

Just when he was confused, only ten seconds passed.

There was a sudden 'pop' in a corner of the auditorium, and a small figure appeared on the Gryffindor table.

Dobby suddenly landed on the ground, feeling dizzy. He covered his head and stepped on the little wizard's textbook.

"Hi!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry." Dobby quickly took a few steps back to apologize.

But when he stepped back, he stepped on the finger of the little wizard behind him: "Ouch!"

"Watch it!"

"Oh, sir, this is all Dobby's fault. Dobby - Dobby can give you some compensation." He didn't dare to move any more and could only kneel down on the table.

"Uh-" The little wizard was still a little angry at first, but when he looked up and saw Dobby, most of the anger in his heart disappeared.

After all - what could a house elf compensate him for? Besides, if his friends knew that he had accepted compensation from a house elf, they would definitely laugh at him.

"No need!" The boy spit out the word, then rubbed his fingers and continued to work hard - oh! It turns out today is Sunday

Seeing that the boy rejected him, Dobby was a little frustrated. He stood up and bent over, wanting to say something else.

But Owen's voice had already reached him. "More than!"

"Um - please accept this." Dobby quickly took out a golden ring from his pocket. He placed the ring next to the boy's book.

Then, with the boy's confused eyes, he quickly ran towards Irving's direction.

"What have you been doing?" Owen asked curiously as he approached.

"Someone asked Dobby to make a movie!" Dobby, wearing a woolen sweater and woolen robe, sat on the edge of the table, shaking his legs, and said happily, "Dobby met a kind man who said he was a squib. But having such a career in the Muggle world, he has a grand ideal, which is to make a movie about the wizarding world."

"How is this possible!" Hermione said immediately, "The Ministry of Magic will not allow it."

"The gentleman said that he could change the script or film a Muggle fantasy novel so that the people at the Ministry of Magic would have nothing to say."

"Fantasy masterpiece?" Hermione immediately thought of a fantasy novel that played an important role in the UK.

"Are you going to make Lord of the Rings?" she asked immediately.

"Has Miss Granger also read that book?" Dobby asked curiously, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Dobby always thought that the book must be written by a wizard, and the famous person in it must be The wizard named Gandalf must be Dumbledore!"

"The gentleman said that there is a very challenging role in the book that is perfect for Dobby. Dobby loves challenges!"

"stop!!!"

Seeing that the father's rebellious remarks like his son's were getting deeper and deeper, Owen quickly stopped.

Then he lowered his head and whispered to Dobby, "Give me the contact information of that kind person later, and I will invest in him!"

Hey!

Even being treasonous can't stop me from making money!

As soon as you hear the name, you know that this movie is worth at least 3 billion US dollars.

If you don’t make money, you’re a bastard!

Irving can even contribute some ‘movie props’!

"Back to business!"

Owen blinked at Dobby, and the elf immediately understood and smiled broadly at him.

"I think the 'you' in this proverb does not refer to me, but to Hufflepuff! Helga Hufflepuff." He pointed to the parchment on the table and said to Hermione: " And of course her humblest friends are the elves!”

Owen finally made the point he'd spent a few seconds thinking about.

Then he stared at Hermione with a proud look on his face and said.

Although hasty, his guess was very reasonable, at least he convinced himself.

But obviously, he didn't see any look of approval on Hermione's face, and Owen even saw her frown.

"I don't think so," she said, and pulled a wad of parchment from her pocket.

Or rather, a book.

When she opened it, Owen saw densely packed words.

"As we all know, the house elves at Hogwarts were first brought in by Lady Helga Hufflepuff.

But she doesn't give the group of elves freedom, she just provides them with a sanctuary where they can work at the school and not be abused. "

Hermione said calmly, her slender fingers quickly flipping through her book.

Although she does not pester everyone to join her in liberating the elves like in the original book, it does not mean that she will give up on this cause.

She just understood the operating rules of power in the magical world, and understood that unless a race could not complete its awakening on its own, everything done by outsiders would be just a castle in the air.

What she now pursues is to do what she can, such as improving the working environment for the elves at Hogwarts - something like that.

Miss Granger is doing a great cause with an indomitable pace, bit by bit, like a foolish old man moving mountains.

This is 10,000 times greater than any of the guys who can only boast, who have a hard time opening their mouths, who are ignorant when they shut up, but who are unwilling to even speak out, who are insensitive, who are being oppressed but don’t know it. !

Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand, which recorded her investigation into the lives of the elves at Hogwarts, "This can be seen from their attitude towards Dobby.

Dobby was paid for his work, but the other house elves were ashamed of it. "

“I also thought about knitting some things like scarves and socks and leaving them around the castle, so that the elves who come to clean up accidentally pick them up and gain freedom.

But I found that they didn't change much after picking them up, so I guessed that they had an ideological owner, and only he had the power to grant them freedom. "

"And I think that's Dumbledore!"

"Stop!" Owen quickly stopped Hermione from continuing to speak. If she continued like this, she could talk until tomorrow.

Regarding house elves - it is not that simple for a race that integrates servility into its blood to awaken itself. He is actually quite optimistic about what Miss Granger is doing now, because it is like a great social experiment. She is now The accumulated experience will actually be her capital for future governance.

There is no other such a suitable race in the magical world.

Besides, it's still safer at Hogwarts.

"Maybe so!" Owen put away the parchment on the table in front of him, "But the humblest friend in the castle can only be a house elf."

"Oh! Except you!" He turned to look at Dobby. Then he turned to look at Hermione again, "It can't be the snake in the Chamber of Secrets!"

"What snake!"

"Well - it's not important. In short, the elves who have lived in the castle since the establishment of Hogwarts more than 1,600 years ago must know the secrets of this school better than the wizards!"

"Dobby!" Owen called.

"Sir?" Dobby responded happily.

"Go to the kitchen and ask the elves if they know anything about the Weasley family's treasures and a witch named Shani Weasley."

"Yes sir."

With that said, Dobby jumped off the table and ran happily out of the auditorium.

Looking at Dobby's leaving figure.

Owen shook his head slightly.

Irving actually didn't have much expectation that he could find useful information.

First of all, Dobby is too different from those Hogwarts elves. Creatures who consider themselves slaves and free people are two different creatures even if they belong to the same race.

Secondly, after so much time has passed, there is no such thing as historians among the elf community. There is still a question mark as to whether they can record the past history.

All I can say is, that’s it!

It's a clue after all, isn't it?

Maybe we can actually find out some useful information.

This is not impossible.

While Owen and Hermione were talking, Fleur was looking at the two of them curiously.

Whether it was the content of their conversation or the sudden appearance of the elf.

It all made her feel novel.

Wow!

The elf who keeps his clothes on.

This was something she had never seen before. Beauxbatons also had many elves. She was familiar with this kind of creature, but she had never seen one like Dobby.

Fleur suddenly discovered that even though she had been friends with Hermione for so long, she had never understood the oldest magic school in Europe. Here, things that shocked her seemed to happen every day.

The little wizards here will come up with new ideas every day and put them into practice.

And that boy - there seemed to be a mist about him, and every time she thought she saw something clearly, the mist would get a little heavier.

That sense of mystery always attracted her attention.

"What a wonderful place!" She looked at the two of them with a smile on her lips.