HP Shavings Wizard

Completely ignoring her companions' stiff and insincere expressions, Hermione, who had received support, looked at Alison with a bit of innocence and pride on her face.

But at this moment, Alison suddenly moved closer, looked down at her, and held her face with her hands.

Hermione was startled by the sudden action.

Miss Know-It-All, who was always strong and well-organized, widened her eyes and looked at the Slytherin Viper opposite her in confusion, and for a moment she even forgot to resist.

Alison's strange eyes stared into Hermione's brown pupils, and her tone was soft and mysterious.

"Now it's time for questions! Tell me, Miss Granger, in which year did the Goblin Rebellion take place? - This is first-year History of Magic, I think you should know the answer."

Confused by Alison's sudden question, Hermione blinked, and her instinct as a top student supported her to answer subconsciously: "1612 and 1890."

This ignorant look pleased Alison, and a smile appeared on the arrogant face of the red-haired little wizard, and his voice was low.

"--How can you ensure that a house-elf that is out of the control of a wizard will not become the next goblin?"

"They are against the discrimination and prejudice against them by wizards, and wizards forbid them to use wands. There are also conflicts in culture and resources... It sounds like they are very pitiful and are completely the ones being bullied, right?"

Alison recited the passage from the History of Magic textbook in a brisk and fluent manner - this was written by her great-aunt and probably represented the general opinion of the wizarding world.

Hermione's thoughts...

Emmmmm......

I can only say that it is a bit naive, but it is not unforgivable.

After all, she grew up in a civilized world that seemingly advocated morality.

People often find it difficult to understand things that are beyond their own scope of cognition.

"You grew up in the Muggle world and shaped your spirit there. Let me put it in a way that is easier for Muggles to understand: your family lives well, and people around you know how rich your family is. You have a few guns at home to protect your wealth. In this case, will you share the extra guns with the inferior people around you who are not as well off as your family and have been discriminated against?"

"..."

Hermione was suddenly silent.

She seemed to be suddenly awakened, and her expression became a little complicated.

Alison stroked her cheek.

"Some kindness is not rewarded with gratitude - they are more likely to kill you out of jealousy and hatred and take away everything you have."

Alison's hands were very cold, and Hermione shivered from the cold, but she did not avoid Alison's touch. She just stared at those strange eyes blankly.

"Perhaps you may think that most of these alien races are kind... but as long as there are a few - their reasons for revenge are justified. After all, wizards have oppressed them for generations, and their current situation is caused by wizards - when they slaughter our fellow wizards for revenge, when they want to reverse the status of wizards and alien races for the sake of power, can you bear this responsibility?"

That low and hoarse voice seemed to carry a strange magic.

Miss Know-It-All, with her eyes full of stubbornness and childishness, was in a trance.

What Alison said makes sense.

If the house-elves were truly free, what would they do?

Will he be grateful to the wizard, or will he take revenge on him?

The wizard himself pushed their fate of generations into the abyss, and she came out to save them and promote equality...

Will she really receive gratitude?

Hermione had no answer.

She felt a little overwhelmed.

Alison nonchalantly ruffled her tousled brown hair, with a touch of petting.

"Put aside the concepts that civilized society has taught you. There is no good or evil in the relationship between races. We only have conflicts of interest. No race is born completely for altruism. The house-elves are more like magic rooted in their blood - you can call it a curse, or a contract."

"Although there is no clear record in the history of magic, we can guess that the losers who were qualified to compete with us in the past have become slaves under our eternal control."

Hermione remained silent.

Ron and Harry watched from the side, not daring to disturb.

Both boys were stunned by Alison's terrifying aura.

Moreover, they didn't really understand this kind of philosophical discussion. It felt like they were not on the same channel as these two people. From beginning to end, they could only exchange glances frantically and read "Aba Aba" in each other's eyes.

Alison lowered her head, and her breath, which was warm yet a little cold, almost completely touched Hermione's cheek.

"Don't have sympathy or pity for aliens. You must always be vigilant and suspicious - this is my advice. You can be nicer to them and maintain normal etiquette as a civilized person, but before you have the power to change the world, it is better to maintain the fragile status quo."

"The magic system of house-elves can bypass many wizards' protective magic. This is why they can teleport within Hogwarts, which has an anti-Apparition spell. If they really want to rebel and use this ability against wizards, then the first ones to suffer will be your classmates at Hogwarts and the future of the entire British wizarding world."

Hermione was frightened by Alison's words, and her face, which had originally been rosy, turned completely pale.

She stared at Alison blankly, unable to utter a word.

It doesn't look like a little lion, but more like a frightened lost fawn. It looks better than before - Alison commented in her mind with a bit of evil taste.

The two companions next to her didn't dare to say a word. They just stared at Alison silently, feeling a little worried about Hermione.

The red-haired little wizard touched Miss Know-It-All's messy brown hair with his cold fingers and stroked her lips.

Under the effect of the silent and wandless beauty spell, Hermione's hair became soft and shiny, and automatically tied into an elegant bun behind her head. Her front teeth also shrank. She was so beautiful that she looked nothing like before, as if she had become a different person.

Alison chuckled with interest, her expression ambiguous and frivolous.

"Before you execute those big goals, how about focusing on yourself first? For example, continue to go to the game world and work hard to improve your strength, so that your Muggle parents will be the first group of Muggles to seize the opportunity to possess magic. Or the smallest and simplest thing is to dress up and please yourself every day - you are a grown-up girl, and perhaps you have reached the age to love beauty?"

“……!!!!!”

Alison's actions and words made Hermione at a loss, her cheeks flushed and her eyes evasive.

"...?"

Harry and Ron stood aside, looking confused.

There are stupid fruits under the stupid tree, you and me under the stupid tree. Sit in a row in front of the stupid tree, each with a stupid fruit.

The two straight men didn't know what was going on, but they felt that the atmosphere was starting to become weird.

But Hermione's appearance is really surprising. Why didn't I notice how beautiful she is before...