Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

When Tver got up early the next morning, he found that the heavy rain that was still raging before going to bed last night had stopped.

Just like his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore.

Anyway, they are all taking classes together, and the extra Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are just auditors, so they will not increase his workload.

So after thinking about this, there was a rare absence of classes this morning. Tver slowly came to the auditorium and enjoyed breakfast with peace of mind.

Dumbledore did not break his promise. Compared to before, there was an extra small cake for breakfast, as well as cranberry biscuits specially prepared for him!

From the looks of it, he made a profit from this business!

"Professor, can I ask you a question?"

Before class, Hermione hurriedly walked around the house's long table and the staff bench, and came to Tweel's side.

Tver was stunned upon hearing this.

On the first day of school, I have questions to ask. Is this the world of a top student?

"Ask, but you have to pay attention to the time. It doesn't matter to me, but you are different. You still have to go to class."

Realizing that time was running out, Hermione asked her question quickly but accurately.

"It's like this. I found that house elves have been living under the oppression of wizards for a long time. They work hard and do their best to provide household services for wizards."

"But the problem is, wizards don't take the initiative to provide them with a day, or even an hour of rest."

"Not to mention the wages and allowances that should be paid!"

"In a sense, they are like slaves in the magical world!"

At the end of the sentence, Hermione clenched her fists in anger, but she also realized that the person in front of her was a professor. Even though Tweel was relatively gentle, she quickly put down her fists and looked at the professor eagerly.

It seemed that she was expecting recognition from her, especially after she told her friends her thoughts, but did not get any understanding.

"You're right." Tver nodded in surprise.

He had had such thoughts when he traveled back in time, especially after Jeff worked hard to take care of his weak self at the time, this moral feeling became stronger.

Even before he traveled through time, he had a dream about someone taking care of his daily life without asking for anything in return, but when that moment actually came, he would still feel embarrassed.

That's why Tver gave Jeff a piece of clean clothes.

It can even be said that as modern people, as long as they are not accustomed to the services of house elves like pure-blood wizards, they will not take their efforts for granted.

But the elves are different. The idea of ​​serving wizards is naturally inherent in their philosophy. This is deeply ingrained.

"The existence of house elves can actually be traced back to ancient times. If you study carefully, you will find that they are recorded in ancient books as good partners of wizards."

As far as Tweel knew, the house elves at Hogwarts were brought to Hogwarts by Helga Hufflepuff.

"But that's a companion, not a slave, right?" Hermione asked again.

"Yes, a large part of the reason why house elves have become what they are now is because wizards have subtly instilled in them the idea of ​​serving wizards."

"Then you think this is wrong?"

"Of course." Tver looked at her with certainty.

"Emotionally speaking, house elves have been our partners since ancient times. We should not be able to see them wearing shabby robes with peace of mind, nor should they be subjected to slave-like oppression all the time."

"Objectively speaking, Muggle history has already told us that any form of slavery will be overthrown sooner or later, sooner or later."

"If the elves have to take up weapons to resist the wizards, no matter what the outcome is, it will be a situation that both of us are not willing to see."

Anyone who has studied history knows that slavery will only lead to low productivity and hinder social development.

It's just that the development of the magical world is slow, so the house elves don't matter.

Hermione was filled with joy when her idea was finally recognized, and a smile couldn't help appearing on her face.

"Then Professor, shouldn't we eliminate this error?"

"For example, we can fight for reasonable rights and interests for the elves, such as wages, sick leave, etc."

"Or, we can distribute clothes to the elves, let them be free, and then find jobs as free bodies?"

But this time, Tver wanted to pour cold water on her.

"This isn't right, Hermione."

"You are always standing in your own perspective, thinking about the elf's encounter from a wizard's perspective."

“Any thought you engage in under these circumstances is tinged with unconscious arrogance.”

"The most important thing to do is to make them realize that they deserve to be paid, instead of just giving them money as a charity."

"The latter, the elves will just think you are insulting them."

"Only the former will keep the concept of distribution according to work in their minds and pass it on from generation to generation, becoming their new labor concept."

Hermione frowned tightly, her eyes full of confusion.

In her immature social cognition, she only knows that both methods are paid, and she still can't tell the difference between them.

Tver did not explain, but gently patted her shoulder to pull her out of her thoughts.

"If I heard correctly, the school bell just rang."

"what!"

Hermione screamed, hurriedly picked up her small schoolbag, thanked Tweel and hurried out of the auditorium.

Just as Tver watched her back disappear at the gate in amusement, an unexpected voice suddenly sounded.

"I didn't know Professor Welfare had such in-depth research on those little... things."

Little Barty, or rather, Moody, was leaning on a cane and staring straight at Turville.

"I know a lot. No matter what questions the students have, I can give them appropriate answers." Tver responded with an impeccable smile.

Moody's smile appeared on his scarred face.

"That's good. No wonder I heard that students like your class very much."

"It's just temporary. When Professor Moody's test papers are ready, they will hate me." Tver waved his hand pretending to be shy. .seven

"Exam paper?" Moody was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, each grade will be tested every two months," Tver looked at him in surprise, "and you are responsible for the test questions, except for fifth grade and seventh grade."

"I remember we exchanged letters during the summer vacation. Why, Professor Moody, don't you remember?"

He glanced suspiciously at Moody's face.

"Ah, yes, yes," Moody suddenly realized and patted his thigh, "Look, I almost forgot. I will go back to the office to prepare test questions for the students."

"It's not necessary..."

Tver sent Moody off hypocritically, but from an invisible angle, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.

Moody didn't even reply to his letter. Where did the correspondence come from? He didn't even mention the test papers!

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