Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 152 I am still the boy I used to be

Zhang Xiao looked at the seven elves standing in front of him with a complicated expression.

Surrounding them was a circle of Hogwarts elves watching the excitement, and they pointed at the seven foreign elves.

There is actually some pride and pride in the words and face.

Their thin bodies and unhealthy complexions indicate that their lives are not very good, and even half of them do not have a decent dress.

It's just a random wrapping around the body with some discarded clothes and unwanted fabrics.

"You mean Dobby wrote to you the other day?"

An elf who looked the oldest, nodded in frustration, glanced at Zhang Xiao in fear, and stammered in a low voice:
"My lord, yes.

We're just some elves who lost their owners, were wanted, or grew up outside.

Usually Dobby took good care of us, he would bring some food thrown away by the old men to visit us, Dobby wrote a letter before he left to ask us to do something for us, we thought we should repay him, so we came here. "

These elves are quite honest, and Zhang Xiao found that as long as he asked them anything, he would say anything without any reservations.

The little elf handed over a piece of parchment that seemed to be discarded. Zhang Xiao took a look and saw that there were no words on it. That's right, most elves couldn't read and write.

There is only a big sun on the paper, and very simple little people made of circles and lines.

Just like the stickman, there is a horizontal line under them, which draws a wizard riding a broom?What does the sun mean?
In addition to
Can elves understand such abstract paintings?
"My dear wizard, the sun represents Hogwarts, the place all elves dream of! It represents hope!"

After the wild elves finished speaking, they looked enviously at the elves wearing clean teapot covers and Hogwarts school badges on their chests. They subconsciously puffed out their chests with proud expressions on their faces.

Zhang Xiao choked for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be the case. There was no beating or scolding from the owner here, and the little badgers who came to the kitchen most often were also very friendly to the elves. With the help of magic, the work could even be said to be quite easy.

The elves are extremely loyal and obedient, but it doesn't mean that the elves like to be beaten. So it's true that Hogwarts has become the "sacred place" for elves!
But no matter how you think about it, Harry is the only one Dobby wants to 'save', right?

Why are you chasing after other little wizards?
After asking this question, I got a somewhat unexpected answer:

"Sir, we are so hungry. We haven't eaten for three days since Dobby left. We are so dizzy and can't control the ball very well."

Zhang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Uncle Yun, bring them something to eat."

The elves from Hogwarts immediately came running over with big silver trays of piping hot pumpkin pie and milk.

"Thank you, my lord! You are a very kind and good man, and my wife thanks you."

The wild elves cried into a ball. They bowed and said some words of thanks while gobbling their food. Finally, they turned their choking eyes white and gulped down a big gulp of milk before swallowing.

It's hard to imagine how they can live like this with magic. Magic is the primary productive force!The means of production are all in their own hands, so what is lacking can be produced by ourselves?
This is why Zhang Xiao thinks that Huaxia's method is not suitable for the wizarding world. Class conflicts are not prominent and have no basis.

As a result, the words of the elves silenced him again, and he saw the group of elves telling the cruelest things in calm words.

"The old master has no descendants. After the old master dies, the contract will be invalidated. We will be free elves, and we can find the master by ourselves, so the old master gave the order before he died.

He doesn't allow me to get food myself - not in any way. "

Grass!Zhang Xiao instantly understood the wizard's intentions. If the only guarantee of the house-elf slave treaty is that the master is not allowed to order the elf to commit suicide, such as jumping into the water and not getting up, walking into a room full of poison gas by himself Will not work.

So the old wizard left an order that had loopholes but would still cause the elf to starve to death. It is not allowed to take the initiative to obtain it, so others can feed it.
Zhang Xiao felt that she had many ways to bypass this order, but these silly elves really obeyed the order until now.

After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "How long is this order valid?"

"Three years! The contract says that the master's will lasts up to 3 years!" After eating, their spirits obviously improved a lot. The leading elf blinked his big eyes and said cheerfully: "This year is the last year. Already!"

Hmm. Is there another year?Zhang Xiao pondered for a while. It is of course a good choice to take the elf directly after the order expires, but this is obviously not enough. Zhang Xiao remembered that he always had cleaner and more ironed clothes than others, and the elf respect and love from the bottom of their hearts.

And what I said intentionally or unintentionally, if I have a chance, I want to help the little elves improve their living environment. People can't stand without faith
He raised his head and glanced around, only the fire was still crackling in the huge kitchen, and there was silence in the air.

Almost all the elves came, and they stood outside quietly, looking at themselves with those big clean eyes.

There seemed to be inexplicable expectation in those eyes.

There seems to be strength in this anticipation.

"Sure enough, I'm still the boy I used to be, and I haven't changed a bit!"

Zhang Xiao took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed. With nostalgia and joy, he stood up, just like what Slytherin said to those suffering little wizards when he stood at the gate of the castle:
"I (Salazar Slytherin) will give you a better future!"

At this moment, his figure seemed to overlap with Slytherin, and those loud words seemed to travel through time and space, echoing in this ancient castle again after a thousand years.

The elves, like those little wizards back then, bowed deeply towards him slowly and piously.

Arranging these elves next to Hagrid's cabin, Hagrid smiled at Norbert and promised to prepare some daily food for these elves.

"Don't worry, Zhang. With their poor bodies, they can't eat much. Noble eats more than them!"

Of course, you can rest assured to hand it over to Hagrid. As long as it is not a human being, you can safely hand it over to Hagrid for any other creature.

After the elves settled down, Zhang Xiao returned to the Quidditch pitch. That's right, the game is not over yet!
Harry and Malfoy were still fighting, they had sabotaged each other's pursuit many times, the score had reached four digits, it was even dark, and the stomachs of the little wizards were croaking with hunger.

But no one was willing to leave. Professor McGonagall had used her superb Transfiguration to conjure a huge lion, which roared deafeningly to cheer Gryffindor on.

Not to be outdone, Snape conjured a giant snake in the air, circling and hissing at the lion.

The little badgers shuttled back and forth between the school and the stadium and brought a lot of food to everyone. Amidst the sound of thanks, the little wizards from the four colleges cheered loudly while eating sweet food.

Zhang Xiao sat in his seat and began to think about a question.

He is handsome and chic when he pretends to be. Now how to solve the problem of house elves?
(End of this chapter)