Chapter 525 My Mr. Townley!

"Dear Mr. McTownley, do you have something to say to us?"

A house-elf repeated it again. He carefully lifted the lid of the pot covering him and crawled out. His eyes were full of doubt and longing. The other house-elves in the kitchen had almost the same expression.

Hermione was excited when she saw this. She waved the Quibbler in her hand vigorously and shouted:

"That's right! He wrote everything he wanted to say here!"

Hermione's sudden action scared the house-elves, but Harry noticed that no matter how scared they were, their eyes were always following the movement of the Quibbler in Hermione's hand.

Perhaps because she found that the house-elves were still afraid of her, Hermione stopped her action immediately, carefully placed the Quibbler on the floor, slowly backed away and said:

"Don't worry, I'll leave it here. You can read it yourself. I won't go over."

Hermione's method was obviously effective. As she backed away, the house-elves became much bolder.

Gradually, many house-elves gathered around, curiously looking at the book "The Quibbler" on the ground.

Finally, an old elf wearing a Hufflepuff pillowcase came to the center of the crowd with a cane, and opened the book "The Quibbler" under the gaze of the house-elves.

Harry originally thought that he would read the contents to everyone, but what he didn't expect was that the old elf showed embarrassment after flipping through it for a while.

This is really a very embarrassing thing. As the most knowledgeable house-elf in the whole Hogwarts, he can't understand the wizard's writing.

But this can't be blamed on him. After all, wizards value their knowledge and power more than anything else, which can be seen from the fact that they don't allow any other races to use wands.

House-elves are obviously also within the scope of the knowledge ban, so even in Hogwarts, no one will teach them wizards' writing.

The old elf looked at the pairs of eyes full of longing around him, hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look at Hermione in the distance, and said with some entanglement:

"Magic... um... little girl, can you help us read it?"

"Of course!"

Hermione rushed out like a cheetah and picked up the book "The Quibbler".

This sudden action scared the house elves again, and many of them even hid back in their hiding places again.

But the curiosity and longing for Mike's information forced them to carefully gather around Hermione again.

This scene made Hermione a little jealous.

You know, I really care about this group of house elves, but even so, they treat me as a devil and stay away from me.

She asked herself that she definitely spent more time on the house elves than Mike, but the attitude of the house elves towards Mike was completely different from hers.

And now, this group of house elves are even willing to approach her for Mike!

Shaking her head and getting rid of her embarrassing thoughts, Hermione quickly returned to normal. Under the expectant gaze of the house-elves, she read an article published by Mike in the 107th issue of The Quibbler, "House-elves - a miserable creature about to perish under the oppression of wizards".

Harry had also read this article, which revealed the various cruel methods that wizards had used against house-elves for thousands of years. Among them, there were not only cruel acts such as pure-blood families chopping off the heads of old house-elves and hanging them on the wall, but also the fact that wizards had sexually assaulted house-elves, and that wizards bred them like dogs and even forced inbreeding in order to cultivate excellent house-elves.

The content in it was not only supported by accurate data, but also used a lot of lyrical writing, which made Mike cry at the time.

It was because of reading this article that Hermione rekindled the idea of ​​helping house-elves.

However, the content that Hermione told these house-elves now seemed to be slightly different from the original article! ?

Harry looked at Hermione who was reading the article to the house elves with a strange look on his face.

He could hear clearly that Hermione had mixed a lot of her own private opinions into Mike's article, which made this nearly perfect article have many flaws and logical loopholes.

However, the house elves obviously did not hear anything wrong. In fact, they had already burst into tears when Hermione read half of it.

When Hermione finished reading the whole article, the kitchen of Hogwarts was already filled with crying. Not only were the house elves crying, but even Hermione herself was moved to tears. To be

honest, the house elves did not look good when they cried. Their nostrils and eyes were too big, and when they cried, they would have a lot of snot and tears, which caused them to wipe their snot and tears all the time. After a long

time, they would have painted themselves into a big clown face.

"I didn't expect... Mr. McTownley actually... actually cared about us so much! He is such a good man!"

The old elf in the lead said with a sob.

Perhaps because he was too excited, his fingers that wiped his nose and tears were shaking violently while he was talking. Harry was horrified to find that in the process, a lot of crystal liquid was thrown into the boiling soup pot next to him!

Harry felt that he was about to vomit, but in order not to ruin the atmosphere, he still covered his mouth and resisted the nausea in his chest.

But he would not eat anything for dinner tonight!

At this time, the house elves on the side also reacted and echoed:

"Yes! Mr. McTownley is such a good man! He not only always praises us but also solves many big problems for us!"

"He will definitely be a good master. I really want to be his house elf and serve him for life! It would be even better if he could chop off my head and hang it on the wall when I am old!"

"Yes! Yes! I really hope to follow Mr. McTownley forever! It's a pity that he seems to have four house elves already. He should not need us, right?"

"What a pity! What a pity!"

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Listening to the conversation between the house elves, Hermione felt that her lungs were about to explode.

I spent so much time reading the article to them, and even put a lot of private opinions in it, but the result is that these house-elves want to follow Mike even more?

This is a bit unacceptable to Hermione. What she wants to see is that these house-elves will quit their jobs after hearing these words and start fighting for their own rights!

"You! Don't you want freedom at all!?"

Hermione said gritting her teeth. Now she is really angry to the extreme.

"My Mr. Townley! What did I hear!" The old elf in the lead screamed in horror. He even replaced Merlin with Mike's last name. "You devil! How dare you insult us like this!"

The reactions of other house-elves were similar to the old elf. The screams of hundreds of house-elves directly gathered into a terrifying sound wave, which made Harry cover his ears in pain.

After the screams gradually subsided, the old elf panted and said:

"Since you are Mr. Townley's friends, we won't throw you out! Now, please go out by yourselves! You are not welcome here from now on!"

"Yes! You are not welcome!"

"Get out!"

Hearing the roar of the house-elves, Hermione's eyes began to redden, and she stomped her feet on the ground, turned around and walked away quickly.

Seeing this, Harry hurriedly followed them, but he didn't expect that Hermione, who was walking halfway, suddenly turned around as if she suddenly remembered something, and almost bumped into Harry. Ruthlessly bypassing Harry

, Hermione stared at the house-elves and said:

"If, I mean if Mike is in danger, are you willing to help him?"

"Of course!" The old elf said with his thin chest, "For the great Mr. Mike Townley, we are willing to do anything!"

"Even if it means leaving Hogwarts to help him?" As soon as

these words came out, the expression on the old elf's face froze instantly.

He lowered his head and slowly glanced at the Hufflepuff emblem painted on the pillow on his chest. After a long time, he raised his head and said firmly:

"Yes!"

"Haha! That's good!"

A smile appeared on Hermione's face. She turned around again, grabbed Harry's arm and didn't look back.

It was not known whether it was accidental or intentional, but Hermione did not take away the book "The Quibbler" she brought with her. At this moment, it was still lying quietly at the feet of the old elf.

Seeing this, a trace of smugness flashed across the old elf's face. He stuffed the book "The Quibbler" into his pillowcase at lightning speed. The originally loose pillowcase was instantly bulged, and the four corners of the book were clearly visible.

Then, he looked around as if he had done something bad, and was relieved when he saw that no other wizards around saw it.

Most of the house elves around him had the same reaction, and some were even more nervous than the old elf.

You know, stealing is an extremely shameful thing for house elves, even if they take things that no one wants for themselves. All the things of house elves can only be given by their masters. If the master does not give them, they cannot take them even if they starve to death or freeze to death. You can imagine how much psychological pressure the old elf bears to do this!

But there is no way, this book "The Quibbler" is too important to them!

Even if they can't understand the words inside, just looking at the cover is enough for them to be happy for a whole day!

The old elf has even decided to sleep with this book as a pillow tonight.

Thinking of this, the old elf even showed an excited smile on his face.

But soon, his face changed as if he suddenly thought of something, and he turned his head and roared at the house elves with very similar expressions as him just now:

"Dinner is about to start! What are you still doing here? Hurry up and work!"

The house elves returned to their posts in panic. In this chaos, the kitchen of Hogwarts became busy again.

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In the middle of a piece of broken ice in the Arctic Ocean, a pure black island is standing silently.

Although the area of ​​this island is amazing, no smaller than Iceland, it has never appeared on the maps of Muggles since ancient times.

The reason is that wizards have already arranged a large number of protective arrays on this island. These powerful arrays not only make all ships passing by ignore its existence, but also make all maps in the world unable to show its exact location.

Such a strict group of protective spells makes this island the most stable fortress in the world, because Muggles and even most wizards cannot observe the existence of this island. Unless Muggles use nuclear weapons to carpet bomb the entire Arctic Ocean, they will not be able to find it at all.

Not only that, the large number of protective spells on the island protect the island from being discovered by people, and also completely isolate the cold outside the island. Although the temperature outside has reached dozens of degrees below zero, the temperature on the island has been stable at the standard of about 20 degrees.

This is almost the favorite temperature for most plants, so the vegetation on the island is very rich, and some trees are even hundreds of years old.

At the same time, this is also the place with the richest reserves of magic resources in the world. In addition to the rich resources that can be produced locally, various countries have also transported a large amount of materials to store on this island, which will be used as capital for the last-minute counterattack.

This is the headquarters of the International Federation of Magic - Marijoa!

At this moment, in the largest and only castle in Marijoa, a unique meeting is being held.

The participants in the meeting are the Ministers of Magic of the Ying Kingdom, France, Finland and other countries, as well as the President of the Magical Congress of the United States.

The purpose of their trip is to solve the problem of the Ying Kingdom's Ministry of Magic seeking help. Originally, such a problem could be solved by sending envoys, but the envoys of various countries have been arguing for nearly half a month. Due to the increasingly urgent situation in the country, Scrimgeour had to take the initiative to convene this summit.

But unlike the expected serious meeting scene, the atmosphere in the castle conference hall at this moment is extremely relaxed.

Apart from Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic of the United States, who sat upright at the conference table, showing his military character, the other ministers were all very relaxed, especially Katherine Picquery, the Minister of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

The charming middle-aged woman was sitting on a soft chair beside the fireplace, sitting cross-legged and relaxing, warming herself by the fire while slowly smoking a slender pipe.

As smoke continued to spray out of her mouth, Scrimgeour at the conference table felt that he was about to lose control of his anger.