Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

"But you can ask them to make it freshly made." Petunia said looking at the noisy elves.

"I think it doesn't need to be so troublesome." Stephen saw the outline of some pastries exposed behind Penny's back, and he said with a smile, "But I think I'd better trouble them."

Stephen walked towards the elves gathered together. They were talking in a language he didn't understand.

"Excuse me, could you please prepare some snacks for me? Thank you." Stephen caught a glimpse of the older elf from last time and walked to him and asked.

"Oh, it's Mr. Tony." The elves happily gathered around him, then touched his legs and pulled his clothes from time to time.

"Of course, Mr. Tony." Laprado bowed to Stephen, then straightened up and gave orders to the elves around him, "You all heard it."

"Yes, Grandpa Laprado," several younger elves echoed loudly. The elves dispersed in a hurry and began to prepare snacks for Stephen to eat later.

"Thank you." Stephen thanked the elves.

"I think you don't have to do this. Wouldn't it be better to just order them?" When Stephen returned to Penny's side, Penny commented to Stephen.

Stephen looked at Penny and thought that this was normal, but he still wanted to change his friends' views on the elves.

"Penny, maybe we can't treat them more equally, but I think we should be polite."

Stephen feels that talking about equality between different species is a difficult thing to discuss. It is even difficult to achieve equality among various human races, let alone try these things again. So he chose another approach.

"This is not a requirement for others, but a restriction for yourself. I don't think you will have this attitude towards others."

"Of course." Penny believed that she would never speak harshly to others.

"So why don't you keep your attitude towards people in front of them" Stephen asked.

"That's it." Petunia was stunned for a moment. She remembered that she seemed to treat the elf the way her parents and guests who came to the house treated the elf. "That's it."

Her voice gradually weakened until it turned into a whisper: "Stephen, do you think it is reasonable for them to treat them this way?"

"If you want to talk about rationality, I think the answer is yes, very reasonable." Stephen said without hesitation, "The history of magic has very clear records of the many rebellions of elves. As punishment, wizards can certainly do this Treat the elves."

He paused to organize his thoughts, "But if we only consider rationality, I think we have given up on the advantages of human beings. Of course, it can also be called shortcomings to some extent, empathy, or Say, love.”

"What does this have to do with love?" Penny was confused.

"It's probably similar to what you think when you see a pet." Stephen felt that he couldn't explain this clearly. He could only demonstrate this point of view with examples.

"Then I think I may understand what you are talking about." Penny nodded with understanding, "Can caring be considered a kind of love?"

"I don't know." Stephen thought for a while and replied. He rarely thinks about these abstract concepts that are too vague, and it is difficult to study these things clearly.

Penny laughed, with a hint of mockery in her tone: "Stephen, it's hard to convince others with words like this. But"

Penny paused, "You still convinced me, and I think we should be nicer to them."

"Mr. Tony and Miss Heywood, I'm sorry to disturb you. These are the snacks that Mr. Tony asked for." While they were chatting, Laprado and several elves walked up to Stephen, holding several plates of pastries.

"Oh, thank you." Stephen thanked the elves.

"Mr. Tony actually thanked us" "Mr. Tony praised us"...

Several elves put the plates in their hands on the long table next to Stephen, and then shouted happily.

"Quiet." Laprado hit each of them on the head, then turned to apologize to Stephen and Penny, "I'm sorry to bother you. I think I know something about these things. Please continue."

"What the hell?" Stephen complained as he looked at Laprado and the elves leaving.

"Want to share?" He turned to look at Penny and asked with a smile, "You don't have to hide the snacks behind your back."

"So you saw it all." Penny took out the plate behind her and moved it between the two of them, "Okay, okay, I originally wanted to say that I was the only one eating it, but since you saw it, then reluctantly Take it out."

Stephen looked at the things on the plate and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Victoria sponge cake, haven't you ever eaten it?" Penny looked at Stephen with an expression of disbelief on her face.

"Emmm, I guess I haven't eaten it." Stephen only has some memories of himself and Stephen's family in his mind. He has not eaten desserts a few times in the year since he came to the UK. The reason is very simple. No one in his family knows how to cook this. , Tony and his wife had no time to take him to eat.

"That's such a shame." There was no expression of regret on Penny's face. Instead, she was full of gloating. She picked up the knife and fork, cut a small piece and put it in her mouth, with a satisfied expression on her face.

“Is it really so delicious?”

"You'll know if you try it." Penny kept moving her hands, and the piece of cake just now was completely destroyed by her.

"I think I'd better not compete with you." Stephen smiled at Penny's movements, and then set his eyes on the plate that the elf had just placed on the table, a simple apple pie.

He turned to look at the other items on the plate. Compared with the cake that Penny ate, it didn't look as delicious as hers.

"Sure enough, the food on other people's plates looks delicious." Stephen shook his head, then picked up the knife and fork and tried them one by one.

By the time he felt he was completely full, Penny had begun to take a nap on the long table.

"It didn't take me that long to eat." Stephen shrugged, then got off the long table, walked to Petunia and shook her, "Wake up, Petunia. It's easy to catch a cold if you sleep here, although wizards catch colds. It’s not a big deal…”

Stephen shook it several times, but Petunia didn't respond, which made him feel strange.

"Wait, is it..." Stephen turned around and looked around warily, holding the wand in his hand, "It's too quiet, where are the elves?"