Reports before returning home

The teacher was not there, Song Xin took food in the kitchen behind a pear portrait downstairs, the house elves - Song Xin had never seen such a magical existence in her life, their eyes were watery, their ears were pointy, They were all in pillowcases and obeyed everyone's orders - they welcomed Song Xin, and stuffed Song Xin with two large pieces of syrupy fruit tart, their newly baked, sizzling roast meat and fresh bread .

On the way back to the common room for dinner, Song Xin met an elf in clothes.

Those house-elves are almost always put on a pillowcase and a sheet around them.They are bound by the magic of clothes. When they don't get clothes, they will only be freed when someone else gives them clothes.

The elf was probably a girl, wearing a whitishly washed red skirt and a clean blouse, lying on the window watching the sunset.The golden light of the setting sun illuminated the elf's pointed nose, long ears and wrinkled skin red, and his watery eyes looked at the black lake in the distance.

Song Xin held the tray curiously and asked, "How are you?"

The little elf was startled, jumped back immediately, and said tremblingly, "Xin-Xin didn't wander here intentionally!"

Song Xin hurriedly said: "I didn't say you can't wander here! I'm just talking to you. If you're scared... If you're scared, I'll leave right now."

The little elf was stunned and said: "No——no, Miss Song, I... Our house elves actually have rules, and we can't appear in front of people. Today I really can't help it, I want to come out and watch the sunset."

Song Xin put down the tray and said, "Rules are meant to be broken."

The little elf gasped, it seemed that Song Xin said something rebellious, but she endured the fear and said to Song Xin, "Xin Shan is here to watch the sunset."

Song Xin smiled and said, "Your name is Shining? Hello."

"Hello, Ms. Song." Shining shivered like chaff, and said to Song Xin, "Xining is here to watch the Black Lake... Missing a friend."

Song Xin asked kindly: "What kind of friend?"

Shiny's rough fingers grabbed her own skirt, looked up at Song Xin and said, "A rebellious friend, miss."

"There are always professors and students in the castle, miss." Winky said, "Winky is a dutiful house-elf and would not appear at such times, miss, but Winky still misses her friend, who is buried in the sea, and the Black Lake leads to the sea."

Song Xin was stunned and said, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, miss—" Winky said in a panic, "What did you do wrong? Winky is a bad elf, so she didn't know about Dobby until Dobby died... Dobby..."

She choked up after saying that name, pulled up her little T-shirt and began to cry.

"——what should Winky's mother think?" Winky cried out her breath, "Obviously—that's so...rebellious! When Dobby was alive...when Dobby was alive, Winky thought that Dobby's brain was broken, and always Thinking about freedom, freedom, free house-elf, but how can house-elf-spirits be free?"

Song Xin suddenly felt a sore nose.

The little, wrinkled house-elf choked up and said, "But, but when Dobby died, Winky loved freedom—oh, Winky's mother, Winky's grandma, what did they think? ? They have served the Crouch family for so many years, dedicated themselves, and lived so hard, how did they educate them..."

The setting sun sank into the black lake, the lake surface extended to the sky, and the setting sun shone golden.

Song Xin put down the tray, and gently patted the house elf's back in the golden-red sunset.

The human brain cannot comprehend beyond its own location.

Just like people living in a three-dimensional coordinate system cannot understand the fourth parameter of four-dimensional space, Kant will not accept quantum mechanics, black slaves cannot guess the thinking of slave traders, color blindness cannot see rainbows, and 22-year-old Muggle girls cannot understand Tears of house-elf guilt for being free.

But the fourth parameter still exists. Quantum mechanics exists in molecules and atoms. The slave trader is fat and strong on the sea in the sixteenth century. The rainbow hangs in the sky, and the tears of the elf are real.

Song Xin patted her on the shoulder, then took out a candy from her pocket and handed it to the house elf.

"When people are in a bad mood, they should eat something sweet." Song Xin said gently, "Here, I think this flavor of candy is delicious."

When Song Xin returned to the Gryffindor tower, the evening stars were twinkling in the sky, and the summer night wind was blowing through the tower.

Her clothes were wet from Shan Shan's crying, Song Xin served the cold dinner and pushed away the fat lady's portrait.

Logan was reading a newspaper by the fire, and when he saw Song Xin, he smiled and asked, "Who is crying on your stomach?"

Song Xin smiled and said, "A house elf. Wait, how do you know?"

Logan pointed to Song Xin's T-shirt and said, "Traces of sadness."

Song Xin looked down and saw two round circles, wet, like two eyes, the eyes were still drooping, very mournful.

Song Xin laughed out loud.

Then Song Xin rattled upstairs, changed into a cotton T-shirt from Duck, and ran back to the common room in her flip-flops, where she curled up in a soft armchair next to Logan to eat her dinner .There was no fire in the stove tonight, only a steamy wind was blowing, and the sky was full of stars outside the window.

Song Xin carefully sat beside Logan, and asked, "Are we going back soon?"

Luo Gen raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Xin. Song Xin brought a little yellow duck to throw a pillow from the side, and the little yellow duck let out a scream.

Logan said: "Hurry up."

Song Xin murmured, "I really hope this matter can be properly resolved..."

Logan said: "I don't know how these wizards plan to solve it, but I guess they can't hide back."

Song Xin raised her head in surprise.

"Anyway, this world is crazy enough—" Logan smoothed Song Xin's hair casually, and comforted him: "Superheroes, mutants, one after another. Don't everyone live well? At most, it's just insurance claims." Keep busy—it’s just one more wizard now, it’s normal for people to be surprised, but in the end they have to accept it.”

Song Xin nodded, and then nestled into the thick seat cushion.

"It's like a dream." Song Xin said blankly: "Before this, I always felt that I would find myself in a mental hospital when I woke up. The doctor told me that my paranoia was cured, and I Everything I saw here was fake...but in the end it wasn't."

Logan Howlett stroked Song Xin's hair, like soothing a small animal.

"No." He said: "But everything here should be over like this. It's time to return to the real world, kid."

The Ministry of Magic is still fuming, and things aren't looking any better.

Hogwarts itself has a strong magical magnetic field, and ordinary electrical appliances can only be used with regular maintenance. However, after those teachers left, the teachers who regularly maintained it also left, so mobile phones and computers soon became decorations, the only connection with the outside world. Communication is the letter of the owl.

Early on Saturday morning, the Ministry of Magic sent someone to pick them up to the airport. It was an old man on the verge of retirement.The old man's driving skills were comparable to those of the Cavaliers bus driver. They only sent one car and cast a spell in it, so the weird SUV successfully packed their group of nearly fifteen or six people.

Song Xin had fully experienced magic during this period of time, but she was still dumbfounded at this time - of course she couldn't be dumbfounded for a long time, because the old man stepped on the accelerator and rushed ten miles away.

Song Xin hugged Qin Grei next to her, and asked tremblingly, "First, sir, did the... driver of the Knight Bus come from the same driving school..."

The old man pushed the heavy wine bottle bottom glasses that were at least 1200 degrees myopic at first glance and said, "Oh! That kid, I taught that kid—I was the last driver of the Knight Bus, and I drove it 40 years!"

I'll just say it!Song Xin was about to burst into tears, she stretched out her claws tremblingly, grabbing the vomit bag.

Logan looked at Song Xin's useless appearance, sighed and said, "Otherwise, I'll drive."

Old man: "..."

The old man looked dissatisfied at this young man who wanted to compete with him for a job. Logan exchanged glances with him, and then pointed at Song Xin with his thumb.

Song Xin almost burst into tears, holding Qin Gree, Qin couldn't stand it any longer, touched Song Xin's head and said, "Old man, you can switch with Logan, she is a little motion sick."

The old man said, "I understand! He means this is his girl, and he protects—"

Logan said, "I mean the kid's a bit of a loser—"

Logan Howlett: "…"

elder:"……"

As soon as the old man stepped on the brakes, the inertia brought by the speed of 180 yards made Song Xin almost roll onto the windshield.The old man said in a loud voice, "Go ahead!"

Logan said: "Old man, it's okay for you to understand this way. I drive...should be more stable than you."

Jean Gray said awkwardly: "Logan, you drive in the same way as Tony Stark. He drives F1."

Logan said: "That's also more stable than this one. Kid, there's water in the bag, so I'll drink some by myself, and I'll drive the rest of the journey."

Song Xin's eyes were red, her voice was choked up, and she looked at Logan who got into the co-pilot.Logan sat in the co-pilot. He was tall and tall, and his bones were filled with Edman alloy, so the body and wheels sank.

Seeing that Song Xin was about to cry, Qin gave Logan a wink, and Logan said in a panic, "I said you're just kidding—"

Song Xin choked up and said, "...I, why did I..."

Seeing that he might not really be crying, Logan said decisively in front of a carload of students, "Actually, I think you can do decathlon. You read well, you are kind, and you are very cute. I especially love you." I like you!—don’t cry, sweet—”

Song Xin held back her tears when she heard the words, but she still stubbornly finished the unfinished sentence: "Why, why am I running a race against life."

Logan: "..."

A bus full of students: "..."

Then Song Xin sniffled her nose hard, rummaged through her schoolbag desperately, took out a carrot recorder, and said to Logan: "Do you mind repeating the last sentence? I want to wake up bell."

Logan Howlett: "...mind. Put the tape recorder away."

The author has something to say: Thank you Yanni and Xia Yu for mine =3=

Thank you Eleven... That is, Lu Pickup threw 140 bottles of nutrient solution into the author's bra (I know you must be looking forward to this)

Thank you for adding to Mother Earth today, Qingyanniiao, Huagu, LudaQ, Xiangsizi, Jiuli, and today I can’t display the name but I know it is the nutrient solution of Zajiangmian! !

This chapter wrote Dobby...I really like it QAQ

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