Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 244 Don’t think about death, Dumbledore
Bree understood clearly. Dumbledore's purpose was to let him know that Dumbledore's method was the safest way to maintain peace between wizards and Muggles.

However, this is also the most fragile way and cannot give people a sense of security.

In other words, this is a kind of escape, which will make people spend the whole day in panic. Although he is also preparing to escape, it is different.

Bree convinced herself that she should at least make the notes into a small world to accommodate wizards to survive. This would eliminate the need to live in panic...

"There will be a way." Bree smiled softly, her pure black eyes calm, as if telling Harry, he had never doubted himself.

Bree looked up and looked at another stack of books, which was placed next to Grindelwald. They were all filled with praise for Dumbledore's life. They were completely different from the criticism when describing Grindelwald, but they were all placed next to Grindelwald. In the forbidden book area.

"Your choice is praised by them, but you consider it a failure."

This pile of books was presumably placed in the forbidden book area at Dumbledore's request to prevent the young wizard from seeing it and affecting the young wizard's judgment of him.

"I didn't agree with you before, and now I don't agree with your path, Dumbledore."

Can wizards really not coexist perfectly with Muggles? It is indeed not possible based on the current two paths - like Grindelwald, using wizards to rule Muggles, or like Dumbledore, hiding wizards in the Muggle world traces.

But there is always a way. If Bree can't be perfect, then she has to pursue the ultimate. Otherwise, let Dumbledore continue to support it.

"If I can't do it, then I'm sorry Dumbledore, I have Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone." Bree said with a smile as bright as spring: "If you want to die, there's no way."

Voldemort, known as the second generation Dark Lord, flashed in Bree's mind...

Immediately gave him a criticism - an extreme bloodist who only pursues the purification of blood is nothing more than a pure-blooded sword. He does not dare to challenge Muggles at all. He grew up in a Muggle orphanage and has seen the power of Muggles. His fear was hidden deep in his heart.

"Sorry Tom, I said this without your consent, but don't worry, no one will hear it."

……

Bree went downstairs with the notes, and a different Halloween is about to begin, with jubilant ghosts shuttling through the ever-changing stairwells, shaking pumpkin heads flickering frequently, and sometimes dropping candy, making passing children The wizard cried out in surprise.

"Happy Halloween." Ariana shyly came out of the wall next to her, looked at Bree cautiously, and hurriedly ran away.

Bree smiled softly, adjusted her wizard robe, and stepped into the auditorium hall.

"Wow!"

Bree followed the sound of exclamations and saw Weasley happily performing a jazz dance as Snape on the teacher's bench. The little wizards, especially Ron and Harry, were clapping happily and beating the time. .

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout stood together, holding back the corners of their mouths. As for Dumbledore, he was not polite, and he also joined them, half-raised his hands, shaking and dancing with the "Snapes", The scene was very lively.

It's two Snapes...

Bree couldn't bear to look at them and turned away his head. If it was about cleverness and eccentricity, he thought no one could compare with the Weasley twins. The key was that the two of them acted so much alike that it was scary.

"What are you doing!"

Two curses flew with Snape's cold roar, knocking the Weasley twins off the teacher's desk and rolling on the ground several times.

"Oh, Severus, it's a holiday." Dumbledore was not holding a wand at this time, but he just waved his hand and did not recite a spell. The Weasley twins who fell on the ground were lifted up by him using the levitation spell.

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly without responding, turned around and sat on the edge of the teacher's bench, but sharp-eyed people noticed some holes in his long wizard robes, as if corroded by sulfuric acid.

Dumbledore laughed and saw Bree who had just come down the stairs. He nodded slightly.

Professor Sprout was currently sitting on top of Hufflepuff's dining table, making some interesting plant pendants. Many little badgers followed suit, and the Ravenclaw ones were also decorated by the interested Professor Flitwick. On the other side of the already perfect hall was Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall was responsible for keeping an eye on them so they wouldn't cause any more trouble.

Professor McGonagall warned the little lions seriously: "Don't cause trouble, at least tonight."

Brian was sitting at the Slytherin table. Slytherin didn't have a good dean. At this time, like Snape, he sat quietly and whispered about today's events.

"Happy holidays, Brie. Do you want some candy? My mom sent it."

"Cuckoo..." Draco was saying while holding the candy gift box, when he suddenly saw a carefully dressed Halloween owl flying in from outside the skylight and landing next to Bree.

"Hoo!" The owl was holding a basket full of grotesque sweets in its talons, and there was a letter hanging from it, and Bree saw Tom's name in cursive at a glance.

Bree took the basket, and the owl immediately flew out. Looking at the feathers that fell in panic, the wand in Bree's hand popped out, and she performed the transformation spell dutifully, and each feather was turned into a floating blue. flame.

"Can you help me share some, Draco." Bree put the candy basket on the dining table and said helplessly: "I suspect Tom made it himself."

"Tsk." Draco curled his lips. He didn't want to help Bree test the poison.

"Look, what happened to Longbottom?" Draco changed the subject and pointed at the man who had just returned from the corridor.

Longbottom had tears in his eyes and his hair was a little wet. He must have gone to take a shower and change clothes. There were obvious burn marks on his skin, which looked like the product of a failed potion.

Bree glanced in Snape's direction, understood immediately, and stopped paying attention to Neville.

However, it didn't take long for Hermione to sneak over.

"Hey, Bree, can I sit down for a while?" Hermione carefully sat next to Bree, and whispered, "I just heard Snape swearing at Neville when I came back from the basement. .”

Hermione said to herself.

"I think it is normal for a student to ask a professor for advice. The professor has the obligation to help students solve their doubts...even if he is Snape."

"But Longbottom is not suitable for Potions at all, Ms. Granger," Draco interrupted, pointing unceremoniously at the slumped Neville in the distance and telling Hermione.

"Do you know how many cauldrons Longbottom has blown up in the past few days? It's countless. I'm afraid he can't even remember it. A goal without talent. I don't know what he is insisting on. And I don't think he likes potions at all."

In the past two years, everyone could see Neville's resistance to potions. It was only recently that Neville suddenly became a different person and fell in love with potions.

"You can't hit others!" Hermione stared at Draco angrily. Draco chuckled and raised his eyebrows: "Walking on a road with no future is a waste of life. Of course, it's good that he is happy, but everyone can see it. Because he is unhappy, maybe he wants to use the magic potion to save his parents?"

Draco got the truth.

"Okay, Draco, Neville will figure it out."

Bree ended the argument between Draco and Hermione, but Hermione hadn't left yet. She wasn't here to talk about Neville.

"Bree, I think I have learned enough about house elves during this time." Hermione slowly combined her knowledge of house elves, their history, into the experiences, habits, and wizards' positioning of them. Slowly asked.

However, these are all lies made up by wizards to hide the reality of house elves. If Hermione does not understand the magical structure of house elves, she will never be able to discover the truth. After all, today's wizards, including Voldemort, are all based on Hermione's Let's judge the house elves.

"I don't think house elves have harmed wizards. House elves are a race that was conquered by wizards in ancient wars. Every one of them must be trained as slaves at birth and must serve their masters for generations. This is too cruel. Already..."

But as a wizard, Hermione could only sigh: "I understand that war is inevitable, but I think house elves should also be able to gain something...such as freedom, or wages."

"Pfft..." Draco laughed.

Hermione glared at him, with a sullen expression, and said helplessly: "But I listened to you, Bree, and I went to find them."

"House elves like this kind of life very much, and according to the house elves in Hogwarts, they are house elves protected and taken in by Ms. Hufflepuff. In the memories left by their parents, It was a dark age, and house-elves couldn't protect themselves."

"The house elves admire Ms. Hufflepuff very much, and they are very willing to stay and work in Hogwarts, which makes them..." Hermione felt a little awkward.

"Happy, the house elves are happy."

Hermione held her chin up. She thought that the house elves must have been brainwashed and it had lasted for thousands of years, or even longer, but there was nothing she could do, because when she said that the elves should be freed, the house elves looked at them with anger. She didn't dare to speak anymore, so she could only escape from the kitchen in a hurry.

"Brie, do you think the happiness of house elves is an idea instilled by wizards?" Hermione asked Bree as if asking for help.

Bree knew that the house-elf was an ancient lunatic wizard, or a nearly successful life alchemy product made by a master alchemist, and was positioned as a servant of the wizard.

They are mainly wizards as soon as they are born, this is their nature.

"Hermione, wizards did enslave the house elves in the past, but the current house elves have their happiness written into their souls."

"Huh?" Hermione didn't know why.

Bree pondered for a while. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Hermione the origin of the house elves. This might be harmful to Hermione.

"Every era has its needs. I don't think house elves need freedom, but they can have their own remuneration appropriately."

"Remuneration?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

"The reward is pleasure and security, Hermione."

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned again, the house elves are happy and safe now...and shouldn't the reward be freedom and money.

"Hermione, house elves are not servants. This is just their way of survival. You don't need to impose your thoughts on them. This is not their luck. Humans will not allow characters more powerful than themselves to appear unless humans cannot Strong rival."

(End of this chapter)