[HP] Hogwarts students

There were two explosions during the dinner that quickly ignited enthusiastic exchanges and whispers among all, one was the appointment of a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he looked so scary that it was hard to believe that the scarred face was Made of meat.He has a normal eye and a huge fake eye that keeps turning. When I accidentally look at him, I can feel a chill coming from my back.

The other news was what Harry and the others wanted to know the most, the most distinctive event this year - the Triwizard Tournament, for such a grand event held every five years, even the Quidditch match was cancelled.The people who should have been troubled by the news had already graduated, so the rest of the Quidditch team was cheering and looking at each other in disbelief.

"I must participate!" Fred said, but he was not the only one who said that. When Dumbledore announced his eligibility, I also excitedly asked how to sign up.

"Only students who are 17 years of age or older - that is, 17 years and older - are allowed to enroll for consideration."

The sad news immediately swept through all the students up to the sixth grade, and we began to wail and scream until Dumbledore finished speaking, announced that it was time for recess and sat down.We just gathered together and walked out of the auditorium like lambs being driven back to pen.

"Then there is no way." I was a little disappointed, "We are at least four or five years apart, and the gap is too big!"

"But we're only a few months away!" George said angrily, looking at his brother Fred. "It's not fair! Why don't we try?"

After finishing speaking, the two of them disappeared into the crowd like fish, muttering something.

"What do you think?" Ron asked Harry. "Wonderful to be in, wouldn't it? But I guess they want older ones... don't know if we've learned enough..."

"This is a very dangerous game." Hermione said worriedly, "He said before that the game was interrupted because of too many deaths, didn't you hear?"

As we walked up the stairs, Harry and Ron started discussing how Fred would come up with a trick to trick the judges, and if it worked, maybe they would get in too.Hermione next to her was very worried, and I quickly comforted her: "Just let them imagine it, don't you believe in Dumbledore's ability to judge?"

"It's hard." Hermione suddenly changed her tone. "After all, there is still slave labor in Hogwarts. Doesn't Professor Dumbledore know about this?"

"What?" I watched in confusion as she crawled into the doorway of the lounge first, not knowing what she meant.

"Give her a little breathing room," said Ron. "She's started since she learned the kitchen was full of elves. Last Christmas, she approached Sirius more than once, asking him to pay Kreacher." Leave and subsidies."

"Kelly! Come in, I'll talk to you." Hermione interrupted him.

We climbed into the living room through the door opening one by one, the burning fire made a crackling sound, Hermione looked at the whole circular living room with her back turned to us, and let out a moderate sigh.

Harry and I looked at each other, and he shook his head innocently.Also, the two of us were talking at dinner... no one, except perhaps Ron, knew what was bothering Hermione.But when I looked at Ron, he took a few steps back indifferently, and climbed the spiral staircase back to the dormitory.

On the way back to the dormitory, Hermione said sadly, "I'm sure you've noticed that house-elves take care of our daily life, haven't we?"

"Yes." I nodded affirmatively. When I was in the second grade, I saw countless elves in the kitchen, not to mention the ones who came out to clean up the mess and help us carry our luggage after every small party.

"At present, it seems that they are in the position of servants or something." Hermione said, "The only difference is that they don't have any wages, no holidays, no subsidies and other benefits, not to mention that they have to work from time to time. To be enslaved and abused by wizards, even—"

She lowered her voice and approached me: "Even like the heads of those elves in Black's old house, they were brutally cut off and hung at home, showing off as prizes!"

"Yeah." I've never thought of this kind of thing before, after all, I don't have elves at home, and Kreacher was the first elf I saw. "It seems so."

But I always feel that something is wrong. In my heart, elves cannot be compared with wizards. They are like a kind of magical animal, omnipotent, but they are very strangely surrendered to wizards. Because of the historical issues left over from the war.

"We've got to figure it out—" Hermione was satisfied seeing my expression, "Let me think about it, let's go to the library tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded in a daze, and when we were sitting on the bed, Hermione suddenly fell down clutching her stomach, which shocked me a lot: "Hermione?"

"It's nothing, I just..." Hermione said self-destructively, "I haven't eaten since I learned that the kitchen is full of enslaved elves."

"Eat this." I dug out a few Muggle snacks from the bedside table and threw them to her. "These are seriously made by Muggle workers who have holidays and wages."

In the following days, since Hermione and I attended a lot of courses, in addition to the various classes, we used the break time to go to the library. She rummaged through all the materials related to house elves, and I was forced to go to the library. Take notes by her side.

At first, I was a little reluctant. Rather than staying in the library, I still hoped to take a walk with Lavender and the others by the Black Lake. For this reason, I specifically begged Hermione to give me a little rest time. She buried herself in the study The thick book waved at me without looking up.

Parvati and Lavender sat under the beech tree, with Ravenclaw's Padma and Alison next to them. They prepared a lot of biscuits and black tea, enjoyed the time after class comfortably, and discussed with great interest. Malfoy, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor turned ferret.

"He is so cruel, how can he treat students like this?" Lavender said, "Even Malfoy shouldn't be treated like this."

"Just say so." Parvati rolled his eyes in disgust, "I think this professor is pretty cool, don't you?"

Alison lowered her head and wrote down something with the wool. I asked, "Alison, you seem to be very busy recently. Is the sixth grade curriculum so complicated?"

"Oh no, no." Padma said with a smile, "Alison is going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and she is currently practicing."

"Wow! Alison, really?" I opened my mouth in surprise. "Are you old enough? This is awesome too!"

"Hey, I'm worried too." Alison said blushing, "There are too many people who want to be Hogwarts warriors, I don't count anything, but I still want to work hard, maybe it's me Woolen cloth?"

"In that case." I frantically fished out an extra amulet from the inner pocket of my skirt and gave it to her. "Look, this is a very useful amulet. I give it to you to wear. It may bring you good luck and safety."

"Thank you, Kelly!" Alison accepted the amulet in surprise. "This may be just what I need, a little courage and blessing from Kelly Morris."

After dinner, Hermione went to the library as usual, and I had already made an appointment with Harry to meet in the Room of Requirement.I'm a little guilty to say that I actually enjoy this state-it's not that I stay with Harry all the time, which makes me full of freshness and fun.

Every other day or two, we will meet alone in the Response Room. Whoever arrives first will decide the theme, and then the double-sided magic mirror will inform the other party of the password when entering.

Today is the theme Harry decided on. I was shocked when I opened the door and walked in. The space inside is bigger than I imagined. There must be floor-to-ceiling windows as high as several adults stacked upright. The beam of light from the broken window shone in the wide room, illuminating every pile of rubbish that was stacked high.

It's as if all the old and damaged second-hand things in the wizarding world have been thrown into this room. They are stacked together to form narrow alleys. Looking at it roughly, I thought it was a shrunken city.

"Harry—" There is no light in the room, I can only use the dim light to go around, and there is no sign of him, maybe he was knocked unconscious by an iron cabinet that fell from the sky, and he is lying there right now unconscious.

"Harry!" I shouted in a panic, the echoes were transmitted layer by layer, and echoed back again and again, making the whole tall and wide room very deserted and gloomy.

It happened in an instant, a figure suddenly flashed out from behind the long iron-stained cabinet in front of me, I screamed in fright, I stretched out my hand and punched him, only to hear a familiar cry of pain, I found Harry bowed Waist, squatting on the ground clutching his stomach in pain.

"Why do you—" I hurriedly helped him up, and waved a dusty stool for him to sit on, "I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't see it was you!"

"...No, nothing." He gritted his teeth and said, his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, "It doesn't hurt much...I'm strong."

"Really?" I was a little uneasy, "But you look... Let me take a look for you, did you leave traces?"

After I finished speaking, I grabbed his wrist and separated him, and unbuttoned his shirt and shirt, revealing his clean chest and abdomen—Harry frantically stopped me, but who knew if he was hiding his pain?It's his favorite thing to do.

Sure enough, there was a deep red mark on his abdomen. It seemed that I hit it too hard. As long as I stretched out my hand to touch that mark, it would cause Harry to cry out in pain and tremble.

"I'm really sorry..." I said guiltily, "but how did you think of this place? What exactly is this place?"

Harry hurriedly closed his clothes first, and then said, "It was an accident. I was trying to hide something—it just showed up."

"What do you want to hide?" I looked up curiously at the debris around me. There was an old cloak over there with the hem torn in tatters—what a pity, it was a beautiful crimson cloak.

"This..." Harry hesitantly took out a cluster of withered fennel roses from behind. It drooped its branches, leaves and corolla, looking very miserable. "Last week, I gave you flowers almost every day. Gewartz I couldn't find so many beautiful flowers, and I found these near the Forbidden Forest."

"It was originally a surprise, but unfortunately it can only become a pity now." He lowered his head, like a flower in his hand, looking listless.

"You're kidding—" I exclaimed, raising my voice, "how did you know I like wilting roses best? There's no other flower like this one!"

I directly snatched this cluster of flower bones with nearly fallen petals from his hands, carefully inserted them into the curled hair next to my ears, and happily turned my head to glance at him: "Does it look good?"

His answer was a series of light kisses on the head and face, and then all the warmth and beauty were melted into the tight embrace. ——Sure enough, meeting occasionally is better than getting tired of being together every day.