Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Everyone was startled by the loud scream and turned around.

It's Dobby, Draco Malfoy's elf, oh no, he should be a free elf now.

Dobby rushed into Harry's arms like a cannonball and hugged him tightly. Harry suppressed his blush and finally struggled out, panting to talk to Dobby.

Reuniting after a long absence is a joyful thing, and Dobby also brought his new friends. Only then did everyone notice that there was a shivering elf hiding at the end, next to the big fireplace, leaning against the wall.

"It's called Winky. Like me, it's an elf who just came to the castle." Dobby introduced.

"Hello, Winky," Harry greeted the elf, who was wearing a neat little skirt and blouse.

But something happened that caught Harry off guard. The elf named Winky suddenly burst into tears. Tears rolled out of her big brown eyes and fell on her short top that was splashed with soup stains.

"Oh, my God," Hermione said, walking towards the elf, and everyone followed behind him, "Stop crying, Winky."

But Twinkle cried even harder. Sur also remembered the origin of this elf. If he remembered correctly, this elf was the one from Barty Crouch's family...

Sure enough, the next moment, Dobby explained to everyone, "Winky, like me, comes from a wizard family. Everyone in that family went to Azkaban. Winky was released early."

Hermione's comfort was of no use. The elf named Winky howled even harder, and snot flowed from her nose like a squashed tomato.

At this time, Cleese came over with a few elves carrying a large, silver tray. It looked at Twinkle with a pity expression, then looked at Dobby, and then showed a look of being with it. A look of deep shame.

"Drink some tea, young master, young lady."

"Oh, thank you." Ron's voice always sounded when he encountered something to eat, "It's so rich."

Dobby diligently took the tea cups from the tray and distributed them to everyone one by one, and chatted with Harry again. Soul took his glass of water and walked aside with Cress.

"Do you know about the house elf situation? Cress."

"You mean Winky... or Dobby? Little Master." Kress's expression was a little ugly when he talked about Dobby.

"Twinkle," Soul said.

"Oh, Winky, she is a poor girl." Cress wiped the corners of his eyes with some emotion, "It's completely different from Dobby. She was forced to leave. She came from Mr. Barty Crouch's house, but Mr. Barty Crouch went to Azkaban, and Winky had no home."

"I want you to help me look after this elf named Shining, Kress." Suer nodded and said suddenly.

"Looking at Twinkle?" Kress was a little confused, as if he didn't understand. "Twinkle is a very good elf. Like us, he is loyal to his master and quick in doing things."

"I know." Suer nodded, "I don't mean anything else, Kress, it's just some speculation. I need to get an answer. I just need you to help me look at Winky until the end of the Triwizard Tournament. In Huo Gwartz did something.”

"If it's such a simple thing." Kress nodded, "Cress can do it."

"Then I'll trouble you." Sule said, "By the way, Cress, Hermione will ask you some questions later, which may be beyond your imagination. I hope you won't get too excited."

"The little madam wants to ask Kress a question?" Confusion flashed on Kress's face, and then he nodded, "Okay, Kress will answer the little lady's question seriously."

After explaining the matter, Soul returned to everyone. At this time, Winky suddenly stopped crying and screamed, "Mr. Bagman is in Hogwarts? Oh! That's a bad wizard! A very bad, bad wizard!" "

"When Winky was still at the master's house, the master said more than once that he disliked Mr. Bagman very, very much."

Several other people were very curious and asked questions quickly.

But Twinkle burst into tears again and buried her face in her skirt.

Oh, obviously, Winky couldn't say a clear word at all, and Hermione gave up trying to persuade the elf. Instead, she turned her attention to Dobby, took out a notebook and asked her prepared questions.

Dobby's answer satisfied her so much that she quickly filled a page in her notebook.

"So, giving elves a reasonable treatment and salary is a very worthwhile thing to do. Look, isn't that the case for Dobby?" Hermione said to Soul happily, as if her career had received major support. .

"He gets pleasure out of it and is ready to buy a jumper to dress himself up when his next paycheck comes in."

"Yeah." Soul could only nod, "But Dobby is just an example. Hermione, why don't you ask Winky or Cress?"

"Ask Winky?" Hermione glanced at the elf next to her who was still twitching, and shook her head, "Forget it, it doesn't have time to answer my question."

"However, your suggestion makes sense. Where is Cress?"

"Cress is here, little madam." As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Cress appeared next to Hermione almost instantly.

"Well, actually you don't have to call me little madam..." Hermione couldn't help but glance at Soul shyly, and Soul responded with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay." Hermione shook her head and opened a new page in her notebook. "I have some questions for you, Cress."

Claes is a traditional elf, completely different from Dobby. Dobby advocates freedom, but Claes advocates serving wizards. His views have been passed down for hundreds of years and have become deeply ingrained.

"Little madam, we have been providing services to wizards and masters since we were children. Not just me, but also my father, mother, and grandmother. We have been like this for generations." Clais was obviously dissatisfied with Hermione's question. , but trying to control his tone,

"We don't need wages or holidays. We like this, and every elf here is like this." At this point, Cress glanced at Dobby, who was chatting happily with Harry, and quietly moved away. Body, farther away from it, as if Dobby was a harmful germ.

"It's a shame for us that the wizards gave us new clothes. It means..." Cress glanced at the new clothes on Shining. Yes, in the eyes of Cress and the others, this is new clothes,

"In short, we don't like freedom and we don't need freedom."

Kress's answer is the concept that normal elves have. This is an inherent concept rooted in the soul from generation to generation.

Hermione was already a little discouraged after asking. From Cress's attitude and tone, she could hear the disdain for freedom among the house elves in Cress.

But she's still struggling.

"Look, how wonderful it is. If you have a salary, you can buy what you like, buy new clothes for yourself and your family, and eat ice cream and all kinds of delicious things like us."

"We don't need it, little lady."

Kress remembered Soul's instructions and answered very politely and firmly.