Together [HP]

When Jacqueline found Hermione in the library, there were several large books on her desk that looked like they were related to history, and there were some parchments on her right hand, on which were written Character.And the first question she asked, the one that made Jacqueline want to turn away immediately, "How well do you know house-elves?"

"I don't understand very much." Jacqueline replied very irresponsibly.Hermione stared at her, her eyes blazing with steel. "Okay, okay." Jacqueline quickly gave up and fought with someone with an iron will. Jacqueline thought she would rather use this strength to read a few more useful books or sleep for a while. Sleep. "I know house-elves have no wages, no vacations, no clothes, and yes, you better not give them clothes, or they'll cry themselves to death. They, I have to say, are treated very badly in some families." Good treatment, don't think of me that way, I promise our family is not so, by your standards, overly abusive to our house elf, by the way, his name is Norm, and he has served in our family for three generations. Except that Give him a salary, don't let him take vacations, and we treat him as a member of the family for everything else."

"I don't think it's enough." Hermione buried her head in her textbook again, Jacqueline shook her head, walked across from her, took out a book about Animagus from her schoolbag, and went to see Mike When she was with Professor Ge, she hoped she was ready, and the Patronus Charm must never happen again.

"What are you doing?" When Jacqueline got up to get her reference book about Transfiguration, the only class she had homework for, Hermione finally looked up from her book, rubbed her eyes, and raised her neck , moved his body a bit, and followed behind Jacqueline.

"I'm going to write homework for Transfiguration class." Jacqueline took out a book from the cabinet, flipped through a few pages, put it back, and looked for the next book that she thought would be helpful.

"The slavery of elves can be traced back centuries." Hermione said hoarsely, leaning on the bookcase, looking a little tired, "I can't believe why no wizard wants to free where are they?"

"Let me think about it," Jacqueline closed the book she was reading with a 'snap', imitating Hermione and leaning on the cabinet opposite Hermione, meeting Hermione's gaze, Hermione blushed Hong, looking down at the book in his hand, "A house elf who doesn't need to pay them, but can work happily all year round, has no complaints about the master's request, and has a certain amount of magical power, why? No wizard wants to free them? I think maybe it's because those wizards are so stupid, Mr. Malfoy must not know how wonderful it is to wash and cook with magic."

"So, you think it's impossible for me to persuade those who own elves to liberate their elves." Hermione pouted, ignoring the irony in Jacqueline's words, and took With a small notebook, I scribbled on it. "That seems impossible to convince you powerful people."

"Absolutely impossible." Jacqueline shook her head firmly, "I can't imagine a life without Norm in our family, of course, I also think that if Norm leaves our house, he doesn't know what he should do. "

"Maybe it's because they've been out of touch with real life for so long," Hermione went on to write. "Maybe we should set up an institution, a school, to teach them how to really live."

"Are you kidding me?" Jacqueline's eyes widened. "You want to build a school for house-elves? It's against their traditional ideas. And how are you going to do it? How are you going to do it?" Convincing their parents to send them to that school? They were taught from birth by their parents how to be a good elf."

"You're talking about how to become a slave." Hermione looked up, staring at Jacqueline, very angry, "By their biological parents? How could they?"

"Because to them, being a loyal elf is a good elf."

"This is very wrong." Hermione frowned, biting her pen, lost in her thoughts.

"That's wrong?" Jacqueline raised her eyebrows. "Do you know how many little secrets they know about their master? If Norm wants to tell even one secret about our family, you will find out that What man has done to our family is child's play compared to what he has done. If they are no longer loyal to their master, if they spread their master's secrets around, no one will use them even if they want to No one wants to use them anymore.”

"They shouldn't be trapped in a wizard's family," Hermione snorted. "They should have their own lives."

"But besides doing laundry, cooking, and housework in a family, what else can they do? How do they support themselves? At this point, I am like other wizards. They absolutely, must be loyal to their masters."

"Then it seems that this cannot be changed." Hermione flattened her lips, "Then where should I start? Jacqueline, where do you think I should start? Or, from your point of view, where do you think I should start?" One thing is that you are willing to compromise."

"I think your thinking is completely wrong." Jacqueline shook her head regretfully, "It seems that you are on the edge of a corner, Miss Granger, have you ever thought that the elf is in the current situation, what is it? We powerful wizards did it, or did they themselves?"

"How can you blame them?" Hermione couldn't help raising her voice, which drew extra attention from the librarian Mrs. Pince, "If you don't oppress them."

"What if they want to resist?" Jacqueline asked, "Look at the centaurs, giants, murlocs, and even goblins. They have a place in the Ministry of Magic and the magical world because they desire freedom. They want to be free." Resist. No one will be willing to hand you what they have. If you don't want to take it yourself, you will have nothing. Believe me, if wizards are regarded as slaves by other races one day, our treatment No better than Elf. Like Norm, he has earned his place in our family. And his descendants, need to earn our respect."

Hermione looked at Jacqueline, and Jacqueline felt that she could even see Hermione's head spinning rapidly. It took her a long time to figure it out, "So, you think, my first step should be Go talk to them, what do they want most?"

Jacqueline smacked her lips and shook her head, "Then they probably told you they don't want anything but more work."

"Then what should I do!" Hermione looked a little impatient, "If you have any good solution, can you tell me directly!"

"You really need to talk to them," Jacqueline said as she tapped on the wood of the bookcase, thinking, "but you can't tell them directly that you want to give them wages and vacations. House elves are actually very sensitive. Guys, if you say it directly, they will definitely not accept it, and should think of a more secure and gentle method...Maybe, we shouldn't..."

"Okay, that's enough." Hermione directly interrupted Jacqueline, and Jacqueline gave her a dissatisfied look. She didn't like others to disturb her when she was thinking.Hermione waved her hand, "You know where they are, right? Nearly Headless Nick told me they were in the kitchen. You do know where the kitchen is. I believe that must be the first place you check when you come to Hogwarts." .You take me there and I'll talk to them."

"Of course I know where the kitchen is." Jacqueline grumbled, "I figured it out in the first week of school. When do you want to go there?"

"If you can, now." Hermione was very firm.

"Not tomorrow, I'm going to see Professor McGonagall." Jacqueline raised her eyebrows and began to plan her schedule for the next few days.After hearing what Hermione said, Jacqueline stared at Hermione with wide eyes, obviously unable to believe what Hermione said, "Now? It's almost time for the curfew! We should go back to the lounge Not the kitchen!"

"Say it like you've never done that," Hermione said, looking at the gold medallion on Jacqueline's robe, which meant she was allowed to wander around the school after curfew, which she In the first year, because she left Professor Snape's classroom many times after the curfew, Professor Snape had no choice but to apply for her.

"Unfortunately, I can, but you can't." Jacqueline said in a tone without regret.

"So tomorrow?" Hermione asked.

"I'm going to find Professor McGonagall after class tomorrow. If you don't believe me, you are welcome to check in Professor McGonagall's office at any time."

"Are you going to be there until curfew?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"I'm not sure how long I'm going to stay," Jacqueline sighed secretly. She actually hoped this, or made Hermione feel this way, but Hermione didn't seem to buy it.

"What question do you want to ask Professor McGonagall? This is just the beginning of the school year. Is this year's Transfiguration class so difficult?" Hermione chased after her.

"It's something else." At this moment, Jacqueline felt a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and she sincerely hoped that Hermione would not ask any more questions.

"What other questions do you, a Slytherin student, want to ask a Gryffindor head?" Hermione's expression became more curious.

The robe on Jacqueline's back was a little wet. She licked her lips and decided to change the way. If she continued to ask, maybe all her plans would be revealed. "Then why would I, a Slytherin, help a Gryffindor into the kitchen, giving her the chance to free the house-elves so that I might have to do the housework myself, or pay them?"

Hermione looked at Jacqueline, she smiled suddenly, and took a step forward to Jacqueline, they were about the same height now, their eyes were eye to eye, nose to nose, Jacqueline could smell the smell coming from Hermione. She exhaled a scorching breath from her nose, her face blushed, and she tried to hide behind, but behind her was the bookcase, "If you think that you can avoid my questioning." Hermione nodded, "No Question, I will give you a few days to think about your overall plan, next Monday, is that okay?"

"Can I say no?" Jacqueline said helplessly.

"I'll see you in Potions class tomorrow then." Hermione walked back to their desks, she looked very happy, "We should pack up and get ready to go back, of course I mean this Gryffindor without a badge .”

"It's the first time I've noticed that you hold a grudge." Jacqueline muttered in a low voice and went back to pack her things.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Hermione asked cheerfully.

"I said see you tomorrow." Jacqueline changed her words immediately.

"See you tomorrow, Jacqueline." Hermione waved to Jacqueline and walked out of the library.

"I've seen my future self regret this decision." Jacqueline shook her head to herself, picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the library.

Potions class on the second day did not have any major accidents, or in other words, according to normal standards, every potions class was a big accident, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Professor Snape , and Neville, the combination of these four elements absolutely guaranteed a disaster.And in this class, Neville didn't pay attention and didn't control the fire properly, and burned the crucible.After deducting ten points from Gryffindor, Professor Snape punished Neville with a sly smile and ordered him to stay in school for labor. Neville was going to disembowel a large bucket of horned toads.

The last class of the day was Yuna's ancient rune class, and Jacqueline was very nervous. She was thinking about the questions she would ask when she was going to meet Professor McGonagall, and how to avoid He With Min's aggressive gaze, he thought about what he should say when he entered the kitchen next Monday.Although Hermione thought she was just listening to the class very seriously, she might glance at Jacqueline from time to time.

Yuna noticed her distraction, she didn't blame or question too much, she just asked her to stand up, and then let her stand up for a class.

After class, under Hermione's scorching eyes, Jacqueline packed her schoolbag at the slowest speed, and walked slowly like a turtle crawling towards Professor McGonagall's office.

"I'm waiting for you." When she appeared outside Professor McGonagall's door, Professor McGonagall raised his head and looked at her through her square glasses. There was a thick stack of notebooks on her left hand, Looks like it's been a while, "I believe the last time you asked me was how to determine what animal you turned into."

"Yes, Professor." Jacqueline put down her schoolbag, took out a notebook from it, quickly flipped to the middle, and found a quill pen in there, "I want to understand, it's me who decides what animal I want to become , and then practice, or in the process of my practice, I will become whatever I become, or should I practice a large number of different animals first, and finally choose the one that I think is most suitable for me?"

"Unfortunately, Miss Graham, you cannot choose the animal you want to become. To successfully become an Animagus, you need to go through a long period of complicated, difficult, and continuous practice. , and in the process of your practice, you will slowly discover that it becomes the animal you will transform. Of course, there is another thing I must remind you, Miss Graham, every Animagus Registration is required, and you need to indicate to the Ministry of Magic that you have become an animal with a special mark, which you will find out after you are fully successful. Again, this is not determined by your will. These procedures you are here I can find it." She said as she patted those notebooks that were yellowed and had hairy corners.

"If I register with the Ministry of Magic, will everyone be able to find out, Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Graham. As your teacher, I think you have to do this. This is not only for others to better distinguish you from other normal animals, but also for you to be in danger. can be handled better.”

"Of course, of course." Jacqueline replied, and silently added in her heart, when I succeed, I will do so.

"Then," Professor McGonagall pushed those notebooks in front of Jacqueline, "I hope you can take a good look at these notes first."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Jacqueline said sincerely. She picked up the notebooks on the table and stuffed them into her schoolbag. Although the form of her schoolbag did not change in any way, the weight increased significantly. It was so heavy that she almost fell backwards.

"If you have any questions about this, you can come to me at any time, and I must remind you, Miss Graham, that when you decide to start practicing, you must submit a form to the Ministry of Magic indicating that you have started Practice time, and after that, every stage you go through is to be reported to the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh," Jacqueline was a little surprised. It seemed that she was going to adjust her strategy, but soon she adjusted, "Okay, professor, I understand. I will do it when I go back tonight."

"Good-bye, then, Miss Graham."

"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall."

Jacqueline walked out of Professor McGonagall's office with a smile. After making sure that McGonagall couldn't hear her voice, she licked her teeth with some excitement, "The first thing after going back is to study the reporting process."

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"I'm such a genius!" That night, when they were all studying quietly in the Slytherin common room, Jacqueline suddenly happily slammed the table and shouted happily.

"Did you just find out now, Miss Genius?" Pansy said angrily. She had just been studying for an astronomy class homework, and her balls were now wobbly again. "If you are not quiet, I will gladly throw you to Miss Granger, in Potions class today, she kept looking at you with the look that you owed her 500 million, and since you have been avoiding her eyes, I have good reason to suspect, Something unspeakable is going on between you two."

"It's not something ulterior." Jacqueline shook her head, "She just wants me to take her to the kitchen."

"It's an easy thing to do." Pansy rearranged her spheres. "You go in about once a week."

"But things will be difficult after that." Jacqueline sighed, and refocused her gaze on the cumbersome form in front of her, "I'm sure, I can only fool around with my mouth, but then It's about time. Ah, let me see, so I just have to send this form to the Misuse of Magic office, which, if I remember correctly, is with the Auror Commander All in the same place, yes, yes, if I accidentally send them the form on purpose, they will not read the letter seriously, they will just throw it aside, so maybe after I succeed, maybe they Couldn't even find my form, and Mr Fudge wouldn't dare go fuck an Auror, fine, let's do it."

"What are you doing, Miss Graham?" Pansy asked. "What rules are you going to break?"

"Breaking the rules so violently without any technical content is the work of the lions of Gryffindor. I'm just taking advantage of the loopholes in the rules, Miss Parkinson. After all, I can't break the rules set by my ancestors." , otherwise they are very likely to come to me to settle accounts!"

"You just tell others that."