days at Hogwarts

Chapter 469 House Elf Education Plan

Twinkle hesitated for a moment, then moved slowly in front of the two of them step by step, holding the corners of the apron with her slender fingers and twisting them.

Speaking of what the abandoned house elf did in the past month, the other house elves only thought that she was trying to return to her former master, accepting humiliating wages and vacations, and following the house elf in torment. The shame of the elf, the traitor named Dobby -

He used his dirty wages to buy gloves, socks, candy, and was even dragged to the Pig's Head Bar for a drink while hiding his identity.

When it comes to loyal Twinkle, even the house elves in the narrowest shop in Hogsmeade will praise each other. If they had experienced such humiliation and torture, they would have been unable to bear it and would have cut off their heads and stuffed them into their masters. The fireplace at home was used as firewood.

But only Shining knows what the truth is.

It was true that the previous period was very difficult. She couldn't sleep every night, and the tears she shed in one night were enough to wet the pillow.

She has become a shame for generations. From her mother's mother's generation, she worked in Mr. Crouch's house. In her own generation, not only was she kicked out of the house, but now she was reduced to receiving shameful remuneration and accepting a job that symbolized laziness. holiday.

When working in the kitchen during the day, she was worried that other elves would look at her strangely. Whenever more than three elves gathered together to talk quietly, she felt that those chattering voices were spurning her...

But those days only lasted less than a week, and she soon learned that the other house elves admired her, considered her loyal and reliable, and could endure these terrible and painful humiliations in order to return to her former master.

As he spoke, he had already walked outside the kitchen door. The big green pear was sleeping peacefully in the fruit bowl, and his big belly was squirming gently.

"What race...culture..." Xiaomai's head was dizzy. It took him a long time to understand what Loren meant, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Twinkle raised her head and glanced at the two of them, then lowered her head and said in a timid voice: "As long as I can return to my master, Twinkle, Twinkle can do anything."

Twinkle's face turned pale.

Later, she got her first salary in her life. Taking advantage of the weekend vacation, Dobby took her to Fengya Wizard Clothing Store to buy beautiful gloves and socks, and went to the Pig's Head Bar to drink a glass of butterbeer. It is said that it is the favorite drink of noble little wizards...

Xiaomai raised his head, the confusion in his eyes still not dissipating.

Twinkle was stunned for a moment, the tears in her eyes gradually disappeared, and she stood there blankly, not knowing what to say.

She seemed to taste the taste of freedom in Dobby's mouth.

In that dilapidated bar that was full of old stains and filthy smell, the butter beer with rich bubbles fell into the stomach through the tongue. It was sour and slightly bitter, and only after careful aftertaste could one taste the slightest hint of sweetness.

Loren stopped and looked back, rubbing the felt hat on its head: "It's not a difficult job. Take your time and you will understand."

Loren looked at him with a gentle smile: "Am I clear?"

Wheat scratched his head blankly, and his high-pitched voice was less firm than usual: "Wheat doesn't know, Wheat will try his best to complete Sir's instructions."

Hermione looked at Dobby and Winky who were talking quietly behind her, looked away, and pursed her lips:

"Professor Morgan really has a way."

"We agreed at the time that you would negotiate wages with Principal Dumbledore or Vice Principal McGonagall, but if you let Dobby negotiate for you...you will be punished if you make any mistakes."

……

At this point, the gazes of other elves are no longer unbearable, and Shining even enjoys the respect and admiration.

"Oh, okay, I mean, just ask, Mr. Morgan."

She didn't want to admit it, but there was a trace of shameful joy in her heart.

"You can no longer call me professor, call me mentor."

What kind of words are these? Why are they so difficult to pronounce, and they have nothing to do with the dishwashing and cooking he used to do.

Hermione blinked, her eyes sparkling.

"You know, Ilvermorny also participated in this Goblet of Fire Tournament. Ilvermorny is from a magic school in the United States. I need to know about the history and culture of that country, but the relevant books are too much and too complicated. It’s too much trouble for me to comb.”

"Ah……"

Xiaomai, who was walking behind, said hurriedly: "Maizhou feels that she is fine now, and there is no need to worry about Miss Granger!"

"..." Hermione was silent for a moment, knowing that this person was not telling the truth, but she was not going to ask the truth, "Teacher Morgan has already guided Winky, and Dobby does not need guidance. What about Xiaomai? What are you going to do?"

Hermione and Dobby looked at Winky expectantly.

Loren put his chin in his hand and recalled: "Who knows, we'll tell you what happens when the time comes. The world is always full of surprises."

"Don't worry about this matter. I will send the books and materials over in a few days. You only need to copy down the origin, development, results and impact of each incident in concise sentences..."

Looking at Winky who lowered her head and remained silent, Hermione was anxious: "What do you think, Winky?"

Loren looked at the elf in front of him, moisture gradually rising in his eyes as big as tennis balls, as if he might cry at any time: "For this reason, the time limit we agreed on has been extended by half a year, to the end of the school year. During this half year, you still have to Do the same thing as Dobby, and if you do well, I'll have you back at the Crouch house before the year-end dinner."

In fact, she can also do it, and her skills are much better than the owner of the Pig's Head Bar.

"I would like to ask you to consult relevant books and materials to sort out the major historical events that have occurred in that country since the 15th century, as well as the racial evolution and cultural development that have occurred on that continent."

Loren nodded noncommittally: "But in my opinion, your behavior is unqualified."

Mai asked in confusion: "How can I help you?"

But compared to the cup of inferior butter beer I made myself, the cup of inferior butter beer I bought with my labor money had a completely different flavor.

Loren stretched himself and walked on the way that Mai was sending them back. The aroma of thick soup floated in the kitchen, and the fireplace was warm. Education Shining said a long story, which made him feel a little sleepy.

Twinkle was silent for a few seconds and replied softly: "I...I know."

Hermione looked aggrieved.

"Put it off until the end of the school year. How will you convince Mr. Crouch then?"

"Wheat..." Loren was amused by his panicked look, "Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, but I do have something to ask of you."

"..."

He will understand, understand what?

Do you understand how to do it, or do you understand the meaning behind it?

The house elf who had been repeating simple manual labor since he was born didn't understand anything. Maybe he wouldn't understand it for many years to come. But now, on this cold November night, he answered loudly:

"Okay, Mr. Morgan."

……

As December entered, the weather became colder and colder, and the howling north wind brought sleet and snow to Hogwarts.