Hogwarts Shippuden

"Hogwarts Shippuden(

Lunch time has passed, but now the house-elves have not stopped their busy work.

They're not washing dishes, the wizarding world has the convenience of "cleaning up", and the job of cleaning dishes is just a fingertip away for house-elves.

They were preparing for the next meal for all Hogwarts teachers and students.

"This is... a house-elf?" Hermione's surprised voice came from outside the kitchen door.

Speaking of which, it was the first time Hermione came to the kitchen, and she hadn't heard Kyle mention it before.

Her tone was full of shock, "There are so many house-elves at Hogwarts?"

In her line of sight alone, there may be nearly a hundred house elves.

And these house-elves were still naked, simply wrapped in a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest.

The discovery made Hermione frown.

It's not that Hermione hasn't seen house-elves.

When he was in New Nurmengard Castle before, there were a lot of them in Kyle's family, no less than in Hogwarts' kitchen.

But the house-elves of the Kyle family are all dressed in decent waiter clothes, not as scantily clad as they are now.

In addition, they also have sufficient rest time after work and have their own lives.

Although this may be more because the ragged elf is not worthy of the luxuriously decorated castle.

So Alfred, who was in charge of everything in the castle, put them in waiter uniforms and cleaned himself up.

Moreover, there are too many house elves in New Nurmengard, but there are only a few people in the huge castle as their servants.

If all the house-elves were put to work, there would be a massive overflow of labor.

So they all implement the eight-hour workday.

There are three shifts, although there are no weekends, but there is a lot of free time.

With free time, there will be spiritual needs, and therefore some activities as a distraction.

Recreation costs money.

So Alfred, who was rich and powerful, paid them salaries with great kindness.

The salary is not much, and the daily salary is only a few copper nut, but it is enough to make these house elves weep bitterly and swear to make good for the Grindelwald family from generation to generation.

Compared with the house-elves in Hogwarts who have been working on the 007 system, the group of elves in New Nurmengard Castle are much happier.

Hermione's eyebrows stood on end in anger after a rough overview of the living conditions of the gang of elves in the kitchen.

"What the **** is this house-elf! It's a total slave!"

she said angrily.

Facing the delicious meals brought to her by the trembling house-elves, Hermione had no appetite at all, and even felt that these foods were filled with the blood and tears of the house-elves.

It made her sick to her stomach.

She glanced at her boyfriend who was indifferent and feasting on it, silently took out a book with a thickness of thousands of pages from the bag with the traceless stretching spell, and patted Kyle's arm with chopsticks. .

"How can you still eat! This is exploitation!"

Forced to stop eating, Kyle turned to look at Hermione.

"This is something that can't be helped," he shrugged helplessly. "It's not that I haven't thought about improving the living conditions of these elves in the kitchen, but they simply don't want to accept it."

He was telling the truth.

The recipes that Kyle sent to the elves increased the workload of the elves to a certain extent.

Originally, they only needed to produce homogeneous food according to a certain fixed process, just like the assembly line workers in the Golden Arches kitchen.

However, in the recipe given by Kyle, like how much water to add and how much seasoning to add, what is written is a little, an appropriate amount...

It's almost driving the elves crazy.

After visiting the kitchen more often, Kyle, who has been bothering the house-elves to add meals to him alone, also felt deeply embarrassed.

He just wanted to repay this group of hospitable elves.

However, the house-elves refused to accept his kindness.

He remembered the horrified look on their faces that day when he took out the same waiter suits that the house-elves in New Numongadry wore and wanted to give them.

Giving clothes to pixies means firing them.

The word dismissal is not very accurate, it should be more appropriate to use expulsion.

It's harder than death for house-elves who take pride in their wizarding service, and that's why they show that look.

Kyle also understood this, so he also changed other ways.

For example, give them vacations, pay them wages...

All were rejected without exception.

They feel that life is good and happy, and they don't need Kyle to do anything for them.

Hearing Kyle's words, Hermione was dumbfounded.

"Isn't there any way to do it?" Little Beaver asked unwillingly.

Kyle shook his head, "Hermione, you have to know that if a race is not willing to stand on its own, you can't wake them up."

"There has never been a savior, and the house-elves have to create their own happiness all on their own."

The history of the development of Muggle civilizations all illustrate this not very profound truth.

But the servility carried by the house-elves has been deeply engraved into their blood.

This servility etched in their genes simply cannot be eradicated without going through generations of transformation.

Even the group of house-elves in Kyle's house seemed to live comfortably, but they were actually no different from the group of house-elves in the kitchen. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

"And, Hermione, have you ever thought that you are just a student, an ordinary Hogwarts student."

Kyle stared at Hermione, "Even if you try hard to change all this, with the power of a student, what can you do for them?"

Although Kyle is also a student, he has another identity, that is, the son of the principal.

In addition, Kyle is very skilled at pulling Dumbledore's tiger skin. Rounding it up is that Kyle is equal to the principal.

In the name of the headmaster, he implemented measures to improve the living conditions of the house-elves in the kitchen, but all failed due to the unanimous resistance of the elves. What can Hermione do as a student?

She wasn't even a prefect.

Little Beaver bit his lip, thinking about all possible ways.

"Kyle, you said..." Little Beaver hesitated, organizing the language, "You said that if I became the Minister of Magic, would it be possible to implement and pass laws to improve the living conditions of house-elves?"

Guys, does this set sights on Cornelius Fudge's ministerial throne?

"If you want," a wicked smile appeared on Kyle's face, "I can find someone to kill Fudge right now, and then you pretend to be him with Compound Potion and take his place."

Hermione stretched out a small fist and punched Kyle's arm, "Speaking of business!"

"Okay," Kyle immediately corrected his attitude, "this method is very feasible."

Hearing Kyle's words, the girl who had been frowning ever since she stepped into the kitchen finally showed a smile.

"Let's eat first." Kyle rubbed Hermione's tousled hair, making it even messier, "I'll help you."

"Ok."