Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"You three are here!" When they saw Harry, Hermione's eyes lit up. "I am busy!"

"Exactly, we are too busy!" Ron said proudly, dropping the quill. ??

Hermione sat down and put the things in her hand on an empty chair, and pulled the prophecy written by Ai Wen to the front.

"You can be unlucky this month, are you?" she said sarcastically, Crookshank curled up on her knees.

"You know, this is in response to Professor Trelawney!" Avon said, looking at the box that Hermione had brought back.

Compared with Harry and Ron, the tragic prophecies he wrote are more subtle and less tragic.

"No matter what happens, at least we get a warning in advance." Ron yawned.

Hermione put down the prophecy of Avon and took Ron's share.

"It's a good warning, you seem to drown twice."

"Is it?" said Ron, hurrying down and watching his prophecy. "I'd better change one of them to be slashed by a eagle-headed horse with a rampage."

"It can be seen at a glance that you made it out of thin air?" said Hermione.

"How dare you say that!" Ron pretended to be angry and said that he was busy for one night, and worked hard like a house elf! ”

Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, the wording is not right." Ron said quickly.

Harry also put down the quill. He just finished the final prophecy and predicted that he would be beheaded at the end of the month.

"Hermione, what is in the box?" Ai Wen hurriedly pointed at the box.

He felt that it would be best not to let Hermione continue to talk about the three divination assignments.

"I am going to tell you that this is something I have worked hard this week. We have to do something for the house elf," Hermione said with a smile.

She uncovered the lid and showed them what was inside.

The box has about fifty badges, each with a different color, with the same letters: s.p.e.

“Vomiting?” Harry picked up a badge and looked at it carefully, wondering, “What does this mean?”

“It’s not vomiting,” Hermione explained impatiently. “It’s s-p-e-, meaning the Home Elf Rights Promotion Association.”

"I haven't heard of it," said Ron.

"I haven't heard of it!" added Harry.

Ai Wen didn't talk. He knew what was going on. It seems that Hermione was not satisfied with writing articles for the newspaper.

As she always said, to do something for the house elf, it turns out to be this.

"Of course you haven't heard of it," Hermione said simply, "because this is what I just founded."

“Ah?” Ron dragged his voice and asked with a little surprise. “How many members do you have?”

"Well, if you three also participate, there are four." Hermione said.

"Participate?! Do you think we are willing to walk around with a badge, and the badge also says vomiting?" said Ron.

"It's spe-!" Hermione said angrily. "I originally wanted to name the campaign to ban cruelly abuse our magical creatures and improve their legal status, but it was not appropriate, so I used this as the title of our association's declaration. ""

She waved the roll of parchment to them, full of words.

"This is our specific charter. I have been studying this issue in the library. The elf's slave status can be traced back to a century ago. I can't believe it. No one has taken any measures."

"Hermione, you listened!" Ron immediately said loudly. "They like it. They like to be slaves to others!"

"Our short-term goal!" Hermione said, standing up from the chair, the voice was bigger than Ron, as if she had never heard Ron's words, "It is to ensure that the house elves get reasonable wages and a good working environment. Our long-term goals include amending the law that does not use wands, and trying to get an elf into the Magical Animal Management Control Division, because the elves’ interests are not fully reflected.

"Don't be excited, Hermione!" Avon quickly let her sit down.

Hermione looked angry and still staring at Ron dissatisfied, and Ron looked unhappy too.

"Well, how can we do this?" Harry asked softly.

“First, we want to show members.” Hermione said with a high spirit. “I think participants have to pay two silver coins to buy badges. This income can be used for us to print flyers. You are the financial controller, Ron. I prepared a piggy bank for you upstairs. Harry, you are the secretary, you need to write down every sentence I have now, as a record of our first meeting. As for Ai Wen, I think You are suitable as the president, because you are very famous in the magic world, it is good for us to promote, you have to deal with the Ministry of Magic. And I am the vice president of the promotion, mainly responsible for all daily affairs, that is the case."

For a time, no one spoke, and Hermione looked at them three with gusto.

Ai Wen frowned at the charter of the promotion committee written by Hermione. It seems that Hermione did find a lot of information.

Ron stared at Hermione with amazement, his eyes bulging out, and he forgot to close his mouth.

Harry sat there, both annoyed by Hermione's performance and ridiculed by Ron's face.

Time passed after a while, a moment of silence, a moment of silence before the storm.

"I don't participate!" Ron said directly, pushing the badge in front of him.

"Ron?!" Hermione's eyebrows rose again. "We are saving the house elves."

"I said it, they like it, they like to be slaves of others!" Ron stubbornly said, "I don't want to follow you into the kitchen, mobilize them to stop working, I will never do it."

"No one likes to be a slave. This is extremely unfair to the house elves." Hermione said, "Whether it is a wizard or a house elf, everyone is born equal, and the wizards cannot build their own magical civilization. Above the efforts and squeezing of the house elves, we must stop this phenomenon."

"You don't know the house elves at all, Hermione!" said Ron. "Don't convince me to take part in your vomiting trick."

"This is not a trick, nor is it vomiting. This is the interest of a house elf."

When Hermione hadn't finished, Ron stood up from the chair and shouted in the loudest voice. "In my opinion, it is vomiting. I don't want to be like a fool, hanging this badge on my chest. Others laughed."

Two people breathed in the air, and Ron's face turned red, and even the tip of his ear was red.

Then, he violently picked up his prophecy homework and feather pen and rushed back into the bedroom, and the sound of closing the door was exceptionally loud.

"Don't blame Ron, he's been under too much pressure recently, and he made a tragic prophecy here!" said Harry.

He gave Avon a look and hurried back to the bedroom to persuade Ron. (To be continued.) 8