Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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But Winky cried even more fiercely, and Dobby looked up at Aiwen happily.

"Master Aiwen, would you like a cup of tea?" He asked loudly in a shrill voice, drowning out Winky's sobs.

"Okay, let's have some!" Ivan said.

He looked around at the layout of the kitchen and compared it with the castle plan he had found.

But no, everything changed beyond recognition, everything changed too much.

Hearing the conversation between Ivan and Dobby, six house elves hurried up from behind him immediately.

They carried a large silver tray with a teapot on it and Alvin and Hermione's cups.

On top of the tray, there was a jug of milk and a large plate of biscuits.

"Thanks, this looks good!" Evan said.

The elves were delighted to hear his words, bowed low, and drew back.

"Dobby, how long has Winky been here?" Hermione asked.

"It's been about a month, miss!" said Dobby. "Nobody wants to take her in. You know, it's very hard for a house-elf who's been expelled to find a new job. Very hard!"

After hearing this, Winky wailed even more.

Snot dripped from her nose like a squashed tomato and dripped on her chest, and she didn't want to stop it.

"Dobby originally planned to ask Master Aiwen for help, let him hire Winky like he hired Dobby, and pay her!" Dobby said sharply, "But Dobby is not sure if he should go to trouble because of this matter Great Master Irwin, Dobby knew that he was already so busy that he shouldn't be distracted by such a small matter. And he had already hired Dobby, he didn't have so much work, and he couldn't give another house-elf pay wages..."

The house-elves in the kitchen had been watching and listening to them with interest.

But at this they all looked away, as if Dobby had said something rude and embarrassing.

In their eyes, asking for payment is a very shameful behavior, which is almost an insult to the house-elf.

Aiwen persuaded Dobby not to worry about this. Although he didn't have so many jobs, he was willing to spend money to hire Winky.

But Dobby kept shaking his head. He thought it was a shameful behavior to get paid without working, which was completely unacceptable, and he would not let Ivan hire Winky.

Hermione spoke highly of Dobby's request for labor remuneration.

She even took out a quill and started to record it, and it seemed that she was going to publish it in the newspaper as a new publicity point.

A free house-elf who wanted her wages, just the kind of role model she and the House-Elf Rights Advocacy needed.

She needs to let the wizarding world know that not all house-elves are willing to be exploited and enslaved, and she needs to let wizards know what they think.

That's why the Advocacy Society was founded, to give house-elves a voice.

Hermione looked very excited. She was going to interview other elves for a while to hear their opinions.

Chapter 601 Practice Exercises

The final result is estimated to disappoint her. Dobby is just a special case and cannot represent the vast majority of house elves.

Like Hagrid said, every species has a freak or two.

The other house-elves don't like freedom as much as Dobby, and don't accept wages, and that's a shame on them.

"Thank you, Miss, Master Aiwen!" Dobby said, smiling at the two of them, showing a lot of teeth, "After Winky was released, Dobby led her to find many wizard families, hoping that they could take Winky in. Well, most wizards don't want a paid house-elf, they say that's not the quality of a house-elf, and then slam the door on Dobby and Winky! Some wizards are willing to let Winky work for them for free, but Dobby can't give Winky to them, she needs a job, but she also needs to dress like Dobby and get paid..."

The Hogwarts house-elves began to move quietly away from Dobby, as if he was carrying some kind of contagion.

Winky didn't move, but the volume of her wailing obviously increased again.

She was crying so sadly, crying and crying, suddenly jumped forward from the stool, and fell face down on the flagstone floor.

Winky pounded her tiny fist and screamed in pain.

Hermione quickly squatted beside her, trying to comfort her, but no matter what Hermione said, it didn't work.

Dobby continued his story, screaming loudly over Winky's wailing.

"Dobby suddenly had an idea, Master Irwin, Dobby thought of Hogwarts, there are enough jobs here for Dobby to take care of Winky, and Professor Dumbledore is very willing to take her in and pay her wages "Dobby said, "He is the greatest wizard besides Harry Potter and Master Irwin, and Dobby has heard a lot about him."

Dobby had a very big smile on his face, and tears of joy filled his eyes again.

"How much is Professor Dumbledore paying you?"

"He originally planned to give Dobby ten Galleons a week, but Dobby didn't want it. Master Aiwen has already paid Dobby's wages, and Dobby is only here to help!" Dobby said, "When it's time for vacation, Dobby I want to go back to Master Aiwen's house."

"Hmph!" Hermione didn't speak, she glared at Ivan.

She knew that Ivan only paid Dobby one Galleon a week, and she thought the money was too little.

She also persuaded Ivan to pay Dobby more than once, but it was useless.

Every time this matter was mentioned, Dobby seemed very frightened.

He would hug Aiwen and wail in pain, repeatedly asking Aiwen if he didn't want him anymore!

Dobby thinks too much wealth and leisure time is terrible, in his words, he likes freedom, but doesn't want too much freedom.

He preferred work to leisure and wealth.

"And you, Winky, how much does Professor Dumbledore pay you?" Hermione continued.

If she thought it would cheer up Winky, she was very wrong.

Winky had indeed stopped crying, but she sat up, her huge brown eyes staring fiercely at Hermione, her wet face suddenly turning angry.

"Winky's a house-elf who's been kicked out, but Winky hasn't gotten paid yet!" she shrieked, "Winky hasn't fallen that far! Winky is ashamed of being free!"

"Shame?!" Hermione said blankly, "Winky, listen to me! It's Mr. Crouch who should be ashamed, not you! You didn't do anything wrong, he was too cruel to you..."

But Winky, on hearing this, put her hands over the holes in her hat, and squashed her ears.

So she couldn't hear, and then she screamed, "Don't you insult my master, miss! Don't you insult my Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch is a good wizard, miss! Mr. Crouch fired Bad Winky, he did it right!"

"Winky's salary is here with Dobby, and she refuses to take it. Dobby saves it for him and gives it to Shiny when she needs it!" Dobby whispered to them in a shrill voice, "Dobby helps Winky decide, help She asked for the same salary as Dumbledore, one Galleon a week, but Winky didn't have a holiday, and Dobby couldn't convince her..."

"You've done a good job, Dobby!" said Hermione, looking uneasily at a wailing Winky.

Hearing her praise, Dobby laughed sheepishly again.

"I can't believe she thinks Mr Crouch is doing the right thing."

"Winky needs time to adjust, Miss, she can't adjust!" Dobby continued, "Winky forgot that she and Mr. Crouch have broken it off. She can say what she wants now, but she can't."

"Why, can't house-elves say what they think when they say something about their master?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Oh, no, absolutely not!" Dobby said, his expression suddenly serious. "This is the rule of the house elf slave status. We keep secrets for our masters and keep silent. We maintain the honor of the family and never speak ill of the masters." , but Professor Dumbledore told Dobby that he didn't insist that we do this. He said we could..."

Dobby suddenly seemed embarrassed, and moved closer to Ivan and Hermione.

He lowered his voice a little more, making sure no one else could hear him.

"He said we could call him a fool if we wanted!"

Then Dobby lifted himself up and let out a dry, frightened laugh.

"If you want, you can say the same about me, this is your freedom, Dobby!" Ivan said.

"Me too!" Hermione added.

"No, no, Miss, Master Aiwen!" Dobby shook his head hastily, with a look of fear on his face, he shook his head and slapped his ears, "Dobby doesn't want to do this, and Dobby will never Will do it. Dobby likes Master Aiwen and your friends very much, and Dobby is willing to keep a secret for you, keep silent for you, and be proud of it."

"Thank you!" Ivan said with relief.

Dobby's eyes quickly filled with tears again, and he looked at Ivan gratefully.

"Oh, so for Malfoy, do you say whatever you want now?" Ivan asked hurriedly.

He knew that if he didn't find something to talk about, Dobby would hold his thigh and cry again.

Hearing Aiwen's words, a look of fear flashed across Dobby's huge eyes.

"Dobby, Dobby can!" He said uncertainly, straightening his small face, "Dobby can tell Master Ivan that Dobby's old master is, yes, a very bad dark wizard!"

Dobby stood there for a moment, trembling, dumbfounded by his audacity.

He then sprinted for the nearest table and began banging his head hard on it, screaming, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Alvin hurriedly grabbed the back of Dobby's tie and pulled him away from the table.

"Thank you, Master Aiwen, thank you." Dobby said out of breath, rubbing his forehead with his hands.

"Well, you just need to practice more," Alvin said.

Chapter 602 Secrets in the Hogwarts Kitchen

"Practice!" shrieked Winky angrily. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, for saying that about your Master!"

"They're not my masters anymore, Winky!" Dobby protested. "Dobby doesn't care what they think anymore!"

"Oh, you're such a bad elf, Dobby!" whimpered Winky, tears streaming down his cheeks again. "My poor Mr. Crouch, what will he do without Winky? He needs Me, he needs my help! I've been taking care of the Mr. Crouch family all my life, and before me, it was my mother, and before her, it was my grandma... oh, what would they say if Winky was released What? Oh, shame, what a shame!"

She buried her face in her skirt and burst into tears.

"Winky!" Hermione said resolutely, looking at Winky, who was crying in her arms, "I'm sure Mr. Crouch is doing fine without you. Did you know that we've seen him..."

"Have you met my Master?" Panted Winky, lifting her tear-stained face from her skirt again, staring at Hermione with wide eyes, "Did you see him here, at Hogwarts?"

"Yes!" said Hermione. "He and Mr. Bagman were judges at the Triwizard Tournament."

"Mr. Bagman's coming?" asked Winky, suddenly angry again. "Mr. Bagman is a bad wizard! A very bad very bad wizard! My master doesn't like him, oh, I don't like it at all!"

"Bagman, bad wizard?" Hermione squinted and asked, which was really interesting information.

In fact, with Crouch's character, it may be difficult for anyone to get a higher evaluation from him.

In his eyes, as long as the personality is not rigorous, anyone who has anything to do with black magic or dark wizards is not a good person.

"Yes!" Winky said, nodding her head angrily, "The master told Winky something! But Winky can't say it, Winky wants to keep the secret for the master..."

Again she burst into tears, and they could hear her weeping with her face buried in her skirt.

"Poor master, poor master, there is no Winky to help him anymore!"

Although it didn't work, Hermione was still trying to persuade her not to be so sad and not to worry about Mr. Crouch.

But Aiwen knew that Winky's worry was actually necessary, and what she was worried about had actually happened.

With the help of Voldemort and the vampires, Barty Crouch Jr. has broken free.

Infiltrating Hogwarts in the form of his own father, he is planning a terrible conspiracy, and Barty Crouch himself is in doubt.

Ivan thinks that he may not be dead yet. Considering Crouch's status and knowing many secrets about the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort should not kill him casually, and Barty Crouch Jr. needs to use his things to kill him. Make Polyjuice Potion.

Crouch should be locked up somewhere like Moody now, limp and powerless.

For Crouch, who values ​​fame and power, when the truth is revealed to the public, all this may be more uncomfortable than killing him directly.

Ivan didn't continue to listen to Hermione's persuasion, he asked Dobby to take him around the kitchen.

Dobby was very excited, and while he was leading the way for Ivan, he talked happily on the sidelines.

About how he lived as a free elf, and what he planned to do with his wages.

"Dobby is going to buy a pullover next, Master Aiwen!" He said happily, holding his bare chest, "Dobby wants to buy too many clothes, and he must plan carefully..."

"I have a lot of small clothes that I can no longer wear, and I can give them to you!" Aiwen said absently, "You don't mind, I think shrinking them down will suit your figure very well."

"Oh, Master Aiwen, you really..." Dobby said moved, looking extremely happy.

"Okay, you know where those clothes are, you can get them yourself!" Ivan said hastily.

His eyes fell on Dobby, and then turned to the locked blue-black thick iron door behind Dobby.

This is already the edge of the kitchen. According to the ancient drawing that Ivan found, this is not the end.

He can't be sure, after all, the whole pattern has changed too much.

But since there is a door, secrets or clues may be behind this iron door, and he must go in and see.

"Dobby, what's inside here?" Ivan asked, "Can we go in?!"

"It's a cold room inside, Master Aiwen!" Dobby said, "Of course you can go in, but it's a bit cold inside..."

He ran over to open the iron door, and the cold breath hit his face, and Ivan couldn't help shivering.

The temperature in the cold storage is very low, and there is no light at all in the pitch black, like a giant beast that chooses to eat people with its mouth wide open.

"There's a lot of space inside, Master Aiwen!" Dobby said shivering, staring ahead in fear, "Dobby has heard from other elves that this cold storage has a history of hundreds of years, older than everyone else .We only use a small part of the outside now, and the elves are very afraid of this place and dare not go deep into it."