Chapter 565 Even if You Beat Me to Death, I Won’t Eat This Piece of Shortbread!

After Ivan explained, Hermione nodded with satisfaction.

Harry struggled to hold back his laughter. He knew the treatment Ivan gave Dobby, and it was better than nothing at all.

"How is this possible!" The almost headless Nick's eyes widened, his body floating in the air trembled, and he didn't want to believe Ivan's words at all.

"Salary and holidays are an insult to house elves. They just love to work!" Nick muttered.

"No living thing is born to like to work!" Hermione glared at Nick, and then continued confidently.

"They must have been forced by wizards to do that. Isn't Ivan's house elf Dobby getting a salary and holidays? What if it were us?"

"Dobby is a very special house elf, Hermione!" Ivan interrupted Hermione's words, looked at her seriously, and continued.

"I have always respected Dobby's wishes. He wanted wages and holidays, so I gave them to him! Likewise, I also respect the ideas of other house elves!"

Hermione choked on her words, and after a while she stammered in defense. "But that's not what they really think. Who doesn't like a freer life?"

She had met Winky and Kreacher before, and of course she was aware of the sick "slave" concept of house elves, but she believed that it was the result of being enslaved by the master for a long time and should be corrected!

"Freedom?" Ron sneered, and while eating the cream pudding, he did not forget to interject. "If you really talked about freedom with those house elves, they would be frightened!"

As he spoke, Ron took another sip of orange juice, smacked it in his mouth, and spoke again. "Also, Hermione, why are you so worried? Isn't it bad to be like this?"

"Of course it's not good! I didn't expect that our convenient life at Hogwarts is based on the pain of house elves!" Hermione said angrily, putting down the knife, fork and spoon in her hand. down.

The thought of dinner being cooked by exploited house elves made Hermione unable to take a bite.

Seeing that the little witch seemed to be hungry all night, Ivan reluctantly persuaded her. "There's no need for this, right? Hermione? Even if you want to make some changes, you have to do it step by step, right?"

"This is my first step!" the little witch said firmly.

Ivan shrugged and did not try to persuade him again. Instead, he slowly picked up a piece of fragrant syrup fruit pie and put it in his mouth and took a bite.

The pie is crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, fragrant, and filled with thick syrup, which is just the right amount of sweetness without being too cloying.

"After a summer vacation, their craftsmanship is still so good!" Ivan praised in an ominous tone with his mouth full of food, then picked up a piece of shortbread with a fork and put it on Hermione's plate. "Are you sure you don't want some?"

Hermione pursed her lips. She had been on the train all afternoon, and her stomach was empty.

But in the end, the little witch endured it, pushed the plate in front of her away, and glared at Ivan angrily, as if whoever took a bite of the shortbread betrayed the anti-discrimination revolution against house elves. -The same fate.

"Okay, I think you've all eaten and drank enough!" About an hour later, Dumbledore stood up again. He waved his wand just as he did at the beginning, and removed the plates and remaining food on the table. The food was swept away.

"It seems that you are really going to be hungry all night!" Ivan said quietly.

"I would rather starve to death than eat something made with elf slave labor!" Hermione glanced at him angrily.

On the stage, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times. He clearly heard Hermione's words, but he pretended to be completely unaware and repeated the old tune about what to pay attention to in the new semester.

The main purpose is to remind freshmen not to go into the Forbidden Forest, and to prohibit the use of some dangerous magic "toys" in the castle.

Speaking of this, Dumbledore glanced at George and Fred indifferently. In the past two years, he had received many complaints from Filch.

George and Fred looked guilty under Dumbledore's gaze. They looked at each other and immediately decided that they must be more discreet when selling "toys" in the future, and they must not be caught!

After Dumbledore glanced at them, he turned his gaze back to the young wizards in the auditorium and announced a big news.

"In addition, I would like to inform you with great regret that there will no longer be Quidditch matches at Hogwarts this year!"

"Why?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he almost knocked over the candlestick next to him in excitement.

The other Quidditch players also performed similarly. There was a burst of discussion at the long table of the four major colleges. Many people looked at Dumbledore anxiously, waiting for his answer.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet for a while, cleared his throat and spoke again. “That’s because there’s a big event that starts in October and continues throughout the school year that takes up a lot of teachers’ time and energy so we’re going to have to make some adjustments!”

"But I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. I'm very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts"

Dumbledore's sonorous voice echoed throughout the auditorium, but at this moment, a rapid knock on the door interrupted his words.

The little wizards in the auditorium all turned their attention, even Ivan was no exception.

Under the gaze of everyone, an old wizard was standing at the door, holding a long crutch in his hand and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.

His legs and feet seemed to be in poor condition, so he limped forward like this. The crutch in his hand hit the ground and made a deep sound. The entire auditorium became silent because of his arrival. The only sound was the heavy rain and the sound outside the window. The sound of thunder rang in my ears.

In an instant, another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Under the dazzling flash of light, the old wizard lifted up the hood he was wearing, shook out his long, sparse gray hair, and revealed his terrifying, scarred face in front of everyone.

The most eye-catching thing is his two eyes, one large and one small look very inconsistent.

The normal black eyes stared straight ahead at Dumbledore on the stage, while the other weird blue eye kept rotating in all directions, scanning everyone on the field.

As the man came closer and closer, there was a sound of inhalation in the auditorium. Harry and Ron couldn't help but shrink their necks, and the young wizards sitting in front of them also dragged their chairs and moved them back.

Thanks to the book friend Wanshiwuwu Never Ends for the 1,500 starting coins, the Ghost in the World talks about the Buddha's heart for the 500 starting coins, and the scarab Anthony Stark for the 200 starting coins.