Chapter 1201 The Demon King’s Domain at Hogwarts

"Mr. Burley, hasn't the Hogwarts house elf roster been compiled yet?"

Elena leaned on the "throne" floating in the air, frowning slightly and looking at the house elf not far away.

Before she took charge of the Hogwarts kitchen, there was no coordination of functions and responsibilities among all the house elves, and all the house elves were given orders by the professors.

There is no hierarchy, no promotion channels, no corporate culture...

This ancient and lax servant management system has disappeared for centuries even in the non-magical world.

Therefore, when Elena became the head chef of Hogwarts, one of the first things she did was to establish a rough personnel management system among the house elves at Hogwarts. As the guide of Gwarts Castle and recognized as the most outstanding and keen house elf in the castle, Burleigh naturally became the head house elf of Hogwarts.

With the help of the house elf Burleigh, Elena quickly divided the work and arranged the house elves in Hogwarts, forming a streamlined work model.

However, since the real say in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is still in the hands of Dumbledore, all she can do is optimize these management.

Whether it's "round-faced fat chicken delivery" or "house elf training", these are obviously far from what Elena expected.

With Albus Dumbledore out of Hogwarts Castle, she can finally flex her muscles and start furthering some greater causes.

"Uh... Chef Kaslana, I'm very sorry, it's not over yet -"

Burleigh, the house elf, shook unconsciously a few times, his eyes drooped, and he did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the little witch.

"If it were just the elves still living in the castle, the roster statistics would not take long, but your request is..."

"Based on the elves currently living in Hogwarts, trace back three generations and draw a bloodline map of the house elves in Hogwarts - as soon as possible, this is an order."

Elena interrupted calmly, sighing silently as she looked at the trembling and helpless house elf standing next to her.

Compared to the cunning goblins of Gringotts, the brand of enslavement that house elves have endured for thousands of years is so severe that it has even affected their normal thinking ability to a great extent.

Even the relatively capable house elf Burleigh, when faced with questions or when the work may not be completed on time, his first reaction is to apologize and blame himself, instead of trying like those creatures with "free will" Try to explain the situation or even solve the problem - maybe she should try to deal with these elves in some other ways first.

"Okay, what's the problem now? First tell me about the problems you encounter in population registers and bloodline tracing."

After thinking for a few seconds, Elena softened her tone slightly and sighed helplessly.

"Also, look up at me - I don't like people talking to me with their heads down."

"Well, first of all, there is a problem with name statistics..."

Burleigh, the house elf, said cautiously. He raised his head and looked at Elena. He looked at the silver-haired witch with a little hesitation and helplessness and explained softly.

"There are 473 house elves in Hogwarts, but most of them don't have their own names - our names are very random, unlike other magical families. Unless there is a formal professor to name us, everyone has a unified name. It's 'Hogwarts House Elf', or seven or eight simple names with almost exactly the same pronunciation."

"No... name?" Elena nodded thoughtfully.

Speaking of which, she had some knowledge of this matter before. The house elves at Hogwarts were usually regarded as an aggregated whole.

Whether it was the professors at Hogwarts or Dumbledore, when they ordered these house elves to do things, they rarely deliberately named a certain house elf.

This is not a strange thing. With thousands of years of cultural castration and servile education, those civilizations that once belonged to the "elf" species are almost extinct.

It is not surprising that the "name" that best reflects the individual civilization of a species' society has disappeared in this process. However, due to the existence of Dobby, Winky, and Burley, Elena did not pay too much attention to this matter. She had never thought before that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would actually kill children more easily than those magical families. The autonomous consciousness of the elves.

"Well, this question... you can replace it with numbers first, and add numbers after the names to temporarily distinguish them."

Elena gently rubbed her eyebrows. This kind of problem accumulated over time is not something she can solve in the short term, but it is not difficult to make a temporary transition.

"As for the follow-up situation, I can collect names from the whole school and give some outstanding young wizards the power to 'give names' - this should slowly solve the problem."

"So, apart from the trouble with the name, is there anything else that's troublesome? I remember you just said 'first of all', right?"

"Well, it's hard for us to determine...who is everyone's paternal line."

Burleigh, the house elf, swallowed, clenched the napkin nervously with both hands, and said nervously.

"Even if we trace our bloodline further, the only thing we can find out now is the mother's line..."

"A primitive ethnic group without emotions and family clan concepts?"

Elena frowned and whispered.

The social degradation of house elves seemed to be more severe than she had imagined.

Judging from the current situation, they do not even have room for the formation of a "matriarchal society".

The formation of matriarchal society is at least based on the concentration of groups, but the life of house elves is completely dependent on the wizarding social circle.

"...I understand, let's temporarily change it to the basic bloodline statistics table based on the 'maternal' lineage."

Elena nodded thoughtfully, tapped her fingers on the armrest a few times, and a hint of brilliance flashed in her lake-blue eyes.

If you think about it from another angle, wouldn't it be more suitable for her to shape and paint it from scratch according to her own ideas without the original situation of emotional foundation and social restraint?

"Burley, complete the statistics as soon as possible..." Elena said softly, "The current number of house elves is too small for the time being - wait until the statistics are over and conduct gender matching according to the principle of three generations of blood evasion, if possible , it is best to record the pregnancy status, pregnancy cycle, and growth rate in detail. If you need anything, report to me as soon as possible to apply."

Compared with the future population growth of human society and the growth rate of magical and non-magical industries, the current population of house elves is too small.

If she does not want a "civil war" to form in the future world, then she must find a way to solve the "labor gap" problem in the magic industry in advance.

"You mean..."

The house elf Burleigh's eyes widened in surprise.

"Is it difficult to understand how to reproduce?"

Elena closed the book calmly, looked around the busy Hogwarts kitchen, and gently extinguished the trace of pity.

"I hope that by this time next year, there will be at least half the number of names on the house-elf roster at Hogwarts."

"By the end of this semester at the latest, all fertile female elves in Hogwarts must complete their conception. This is the first task I assigned."

Perhaps house elves can regain their freedom at some point in the future, but not now. Goblins, wizards, Muggles... these will be the trident of future magical civilization.

Even if Dumbledore returns in time, by the time he realizes what happened, the surge in the "population" of the house elves in Hogwarts in the first few rounds has long been settled - and if everything develops according to the most ideal situation, The old wizard, who had never married and had children, might not start to realize the problem until the castle had a "labor surplus."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald would never understand that "surplus labor" is simply a false proposition. The new capitalized world never worries about this problem.

There is no one in this world more suitable than house elves to serve as the foundation for the "Magical Civilization" and the object of industrial transformation.

After all, house elves have the highest "surplus value" of any intelligent race.

Before Burley could ask any more questions, with a crackling sound, a house elf hurried over from a short distance away.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy will be arriving soon—"

"Oh? I understand. Just ask him to come directly when the time comes..."

Elena nodded slightly and turned to look at the house elf supervisor beside her who was hesitant to speak.

"Burley, the roster is tightening up, and it's best to start the next step tonight. Now, I want a quiet, safe space to talk that won't be eavesdropped."

Just as she expected, Lucius Malfoy had a much sharper sense of certain things than most wizards.

No wonder that in the original book, after Voldemort returned, he first chose Malfoy Manor as his temporary base camp, and the "temporary wand" was also requisitioned from Lucius.

As the only direct Death Eater who personally kept a Horcrux, Lucius Malfoy was indeed very good at adapting to the circumstances and seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Unfortunately, Tom obviously never really tapped into and stimulated the potential of his men.

As for whether Lucius will refuse...

Elena took out a diary from her chest and scratched her nails back and forth on the tattered cover casually.

All the gifts of fate have already been marked with a secret price.

However, sometimes the person responsible for setting the price is not the person giving the gift.

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"Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchen, Mr. Malfoy—"

The portrait of a huge fruit plate opened silently, revealing the busy and fragrant kitchen at the back.

The house elf who was responsible for guiding the way stood respectfully by the door, moved out of the way, and motioned Lucius Malfoy forward.

"I will wait for you at the door. You go all the way along this road. The chef will be waiting for you at the end."

"Wait for me... to come out?"

Lucius Malfoy repeated softly and glanced meaningfully at the house elf standing at the door like a guard.

Obviously, although it is unclear how much power the demon princess has, the house elves at Hogwarts are definitely within the opponent's sphere of influence.

Or to be more precise...

Lucius raised his head and looked forward along the straight kitchen passage.

At the end of the white mist, a "Magic Throne" floats in mid-air, looming.

"Hogwarts...the Demon King's territory? This old guy Dumbledore is really getting more and more confused and useless——"

The middle-aged wizard shook his head slightly, rubbed the silver cane in his right hand, took a deep breath, and walked forward.

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