HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Hagrid's Hut.

The chicken pen outside the door is kept very clean.

The rooster raised his neck and crowed. The hen scratched her claws and occasionally picked up a worm and ate it.

"Of course you are forcing it!"

A loud male voice suddenly sounded, and the rooster was startled and quickly flapped its wings and ran to the side.

"The elves love working at Hogwarts."

Hagrid's big hands scratched his hair, which was as stiff as steel needles, and he understood what the little girl in front of him meant.

The elf has always lived like this.

They are kept in captivity and do the work.

The wizard gives them a place to live and food.

Isn't this enough?

This has been the case for so many years, why does she have to change?

"Okay! Thank you! Hagrid." Hermione thanked Hagrid with a wry smile and walked back in despair.

Hagrid looked at her worriedly.

Watching Hermione leave, Hagrid muttered something he wanted to say, but in the end he said nothing.

Did you really think too much?

Harry didn't agree with his idea, Lycoris didn't want to recruit people into her club by herself, the Weasley twins thought the elves' working environment was fine, and Hagrid thought it was normal.

Even the elf doesn't support him...

Hermione felt sad thinking about all the food that the elf had thrown at her.

I just want to fight for the rights that the elf should have. Not only does the elf not understand my point of view, but he is also angry about it.

Hermione felt powerless.

This kind of weakness is not the physical fatigue felt after walking too much, doing too much work.

But spiritual weariness.

Hermione has always been goal-oriented and motivated. She is always full of energy to do something and strive for perfection.

This was the first time she had encountered such a difficult problem. Hermione looked at the people walking in front of her blankly, not knowing what to do.

Unconsciously, Hermione transferred to the Hunger Club.

Naturally, Licoris also saw Hermione like this. Pansy looked at Licoris beside her and stood up, and said jokingly, "Are you going to show Miss Granger the way?"

"Her path has always been there," Lycoris met Pansy's joking gaze, said seriously, and walked over, "It's just that she didn't see it. She can see it as long as she turns around."

The way Licris looks now is very similar to the way she looked when she revealed the truth to herself - so handsome.

Pansy raised her chin and looked at Licoris's back, then lowered her head to read.

According to the information he received, students from the two schools participating in the Triwizard Tournament will arrive at the end of October, and there will not be much time left to study.

Lycoris walked next to Hermione and moved softly for fear of scaring Hermione.

She gently put her hand on Hermione's shoulder, and Hermione turned around and realized it was Licoris.

"Leacles," Hermione murmured her name in a low tone, revealing her disappointment, "I think... maybe... I really did something wrong."

"Let's talk, okay?" Licoris smiled at Hermione reassuringly and took her to the room where they last chatted.

This time, Licoris poured her black tea - water was not suitable for those who wanted to poach their own Hungry Club members - nor was ice water.

"Now that you have interviewed so many people in person, do you still stick to your own ideas?" Licolis lifted the teapot unhurriedly and poured the brewed black tea into the white porcelain cup.

Hermione shook her head, looking shocked.

"How do you know I asked someone else?" Hermione raised her eyes and looked at Licoris opposite.

It seems that no matter what happens, she always looks like she has a mature plan and is not afraid of anything.

"I didn't know," Licoris seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help laughing, "but Mr. Filch was very angry. The food residues in the underground corridor..."

Hermione remembered something.

After being attacked by the elf with food, he retreated from the kitchen in embarrassment. Being shocked, he only thought about using his wand to clean up the residue on himself and the twins who kindly brought him to the kitchen.

At that time, I was so preoccupied with checking with Hagrid about the elf that I forgot that the ground was also dirty.

Didn't they clean it up?

Hermione stood up suddenly, and Lycoris held her back, "There's no need to go there anymore, Mr. Filch has cleaned up."

"Mr. Filch has been cursing and saying that it was the red-haired boy from the Weasley family who did it. If he is caught, he will be put in solitary confinement." Lycoris seemed not to know that Hermione was in a complicated mood at the moment, and just said what she saw. .

"I was the one who made them get smashed. The little guy attacked us." Hermione was a little embarrassed, after all, she had brought trouble to others.

"You have asked the Weasley twins and the elves, right?" Lycoris turned the silver spoon in her hand and stirred the black tea to cool it down faster.

"Yes, I also asked Hagrid," Hermione said in one breath while looking at Lycoris, "Before looking for you, I looked for Harry, I also looked for Neville, and some other things. student."

"But what everyone said is different from what you imagined." Licoris summed up her behavior in one sentence.

"Yeah, everyone doesn't support me." Hermione began to talk about how she came up with the idea of ​​establishing the House Elf Rights Promotion Association and how she persuaded others.

After Hermione spoke, Lycoris didn't interrupt again and listened quietly to what she had to say.

"Did I really do something wrong?" Hermione lowered her head sadly, "I really just wanted to help the elf."

"You did nothing wrong." Licoris spoke with a firm voice.

"What..." Hermione was about to cry, and looked up at Lycoris after hearing her determined tone.

"I say, there is nothing wrong with your desire to help others. You saw from the Quidditch game that elves have no human rights, and there is nothing wrong with your sense of justice when you came up with the idea of ​​founding the House Elves Rights Promotion Association.

“What’s wrong is that elves are not humans, why don’t you help humans?

"Open your eyes and see more people who need your care." Lycoris spoke seriously and firmly, "Do you still remember the time when you were aggrieved for me? At that time, you thought it was Draco... Malfoy bullied me because he was powerful and I was human."

Hermione nodded and listened as she continued.

"Neville Longbottom is disliked by our dean because of his slow reaction and poor learning ability. Is it unfair for the superior to treat the inferior?"

"Harry was regarded as the heir of Slytherin before, so many people isolated him and ridiculed him. Is it unfair to the individual by the group?"

"There are so many injustices, why can't you see them?" Lycoris asked Hermione, "Are the injustices suffered by the people around you not as important as the elves?"

"But the elves are in a bad situation." Hermione's face turned red with anxiety.

"It's not just the elves who are in a bad situation, aren't they?"