Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

To be honest, this was the first time Hermione had seen a house-elf at Hogwarts.

Unlike what was described in the books, these house-elves were not wearing tattered tea towels, but rather neat butler uniforms and maid outfits.

Looking closely, she found that the fabrics of these clothes were extremely exquisite and the workmanship was very fine, even better than the clothes she had seen in many high-end clothing stores.

what's the situation?

Isn't it said that if a house-elf gets the clothes, it means freedom?

Could it be that these little guys have gained freedom, but they are all working for free at Hogwarts?

Thinking of this, Hermione asked, "Your clothes are very beautiful. Can you tell me where they came from?"

"Is this proof that you are free?"

Get freedom?

What the hell is this?

Isn't this humiliating us?

Is this person really the distinguished guest recommended by Professor Swan? How can he be so different from Professor Swan?

The house-elves suddenly became anxious, feeling wronged, and shouted one after another.

"Beautiful lady, you can't say that about us."

"We haven't fallen to that level!"

"We are ashamed of our freedom!"

"We made these clothes ourselves. Jeff from Professor Swan's family taught us how to make them. The fabrics were a gift from Professor Swan."

"Yes! A good house-elf must also be a good tailor."

“And a great cook!”

"She also has to be a good childcare nanny..."

It turns out that these are clothes made by the house-elves themselves.

By the way, these house-elves are dressed similarly to Jeff from Professor Swann’s house, except that Jeff’s clothes look more advanced.

Looking at the aggrieved expressions of the house-elves, Hermione felt a little guilty.

I hurt the feelings of these little guys without realizing it.

It seems that these little guys are really sensitive and disgusted by the topic of freedom.

In order to prevent further irritation of the little guys, Hermione said that she had said it unintentionally and spent a long time comforting them before they calmed down.

However, most of the house-elves began to quietly move away from Hermione, as if she had some plague.

"Beautiful lady..."

"My name is Hermione Granger, just call me Hermione."

"Okay, Miss Granger." A house-elf in a maid's outfit looked at Hermione and said seriously, "My name is Mary."

"Professor Swan said that our clothes represent the face of Hogwarts, so we must dress neatly and look refreshed."

"He sent Jeff to teach us how to make clothes, and then ordered us to throw away the tea towels we had used before. When we put on the clothes we made, Professor Swan was very happy and praised us for a long time."

After hearing what the house-elf said, Hermione was touched.

It turns out that Professor Swan did not shout any loud slogans, but had already begun to improve the living conditions of house-elves in his own way.

Moreover, the house elves don't mind it, which is really amazing.

Perhaps, he could ask these house-elves and see what else Professor Swan had done.

"Mary," Hermione squatted down, "Can you tell me what else Professor Swann told you?"

"Professor Swan also said that if our craftsmanship is good enough, he would give us some clothing orders to make."

"It's a pity that our tailoring skills have never been recognized by Jeff, so Professor Swan has never assigned us any orders."

Mary's face was full of regret: "I really envy Jeff for being able to do any job assigned by Professor Swan."

Order?

Could it be that Professor Swann thinks these little guys aren't busy enough and wants to make them work even more?

Hermione was a little dazed, and for a moment she couldn't figure out Sebastian's true intention.

"Mary," Hermione asked tentatively, "If, I mean if you get the professor's order. Would you be willing to let the professor pay you?"

"Wages!!!" Mary covered her face and screamed, "We are all excellent house-elves, no one would think about asking for wages."

"Only a house-elf who has fallen to the extreme would think of asking for wages!"

In an instant, the space around Hermione was empty, and the elves were sure that this little wizard came specifically to humiliate them.

The house-elf's behavior frustrated Hermione even more.

Is there any need to continue investigating...

Does this mean that my club will give up halfway?

Or should I help these little guys fight for their right to freedom by hurting their feelings?

Merlin's house-elf!

What on earth should I do?

For a moment, Hermione was in a dilemma and fell silent.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a little cold, Harry's voice came from the side: "Is Jeff famous among you?"

"Of course he is famous! He is an almighty house-elf and the idol of all of us house-elves."

"Yes! It can also continue to work for Professor Swann, which is a treatment that none of us house elves can enjoy."

"You all want to work for Professor Swann?" Ron also asked.

"Of course! Who wouldn't want to work for Professor Swan?!" As if her heart was touched, the house-elf named Mary began to sob.

"There was an opportunity for us to work for Professor Swan, and we all agreed to work for him."

"Unfortunately, the headmaster rejected us, so we have no choice but to stay in Hogwarts and continue working."

Mary's lips trembled, and her sobs turned into loud tears. Tears rolled out of her big brown eyes and fell drop by drop on her chest.

"It's not that the job here is bad, it's just that we prefer to work for Professor Swan."

Hearing Mary's crying, the other house-elves also began to cry sadly, and the news spread from one to ten and from ten to a hundred.

Be nice!

What kind of magic potion did Professor Swan feed them to make them so devoted to him?

Hermione and the other two were a little flustered for a moment, not knowing how to comfort these little guys.

No matter what Hermione said, the house-elves stopped listening to her and stayed away from her.

Seeing that the house-elves were crying louder and louder, after trying to comfort them in vain, Hermione and the other two had no choice but to flee the kitchen in embarrassment.

Looking at the tightly closed kitchen door behind him, Ron couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This time, Hermione had really offended the house-elf.

I just hope that I am not on the elves' blacklist with her, and I can still come to the kitchen to get food in the future.

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