Chapter 129: Warriors of Hogwarts

"Sorry, Jon... I was a little gaffe..." After talking with the three of them, Astoria bowed her head and apologized. ◢щЩш
She had just had a big fight with Hermione Granger, and if the three boys hadn't stopped them, they might even have a fight.
"It's nothing!" Jon comforted: "There will always be some different opinions...seeking common ground while reserving differences!"
"I'm sorry..." Astoria pretended to put his gaze on a tree guarding pot, and said in a low voice.
Jon was holding the turtle and feeding the tree guarding pot, while recalling the words Hermione had just said.
To be honest, her thoughts were too naive, or too little bourgeois.
The house elves have been treated unfairly by slaves and wizards. This is something discerning people can see.
But expecting to use this method (establishing a protective organization of house elves in the wizard group) and wanting to improve their status is undoubtedly a dream.
Some things are not a treat for dinner, or painting and embroidery...
How to truly liberate house elves?
This is not unknowable for Jon Hart who studied "The Outline of Dragon Slaying" when he was young.
First, let a ghost spread among house elves... At least a group of house elves who can accept advanced ideas have theoretical guidance and a basis for communication.
Then, the house elves need to have an army, start a war with wizards, and even send a Minister of Magic to the guillotine...
In this way, the elves can be qualified to touch the word "right", even if they fail.
Instead of placing hope on a group of conscientious wizards, let them reform themselves...
But as far as Jon is concerned, he has become a wizard by himself, not a house elf...so his must be sitting on the wizard's side.
Therefore, it is impossible for him to do the above actions for the rights and status of house elves...
However, house elves are objects that can be attracted, at least they are much more reliable than those pure-blood wizards who have taken refuge in and will take refuge in Voldemort.
...
They spent more than an hour in the forbidden forest and fed a lot of tree guards.
When they left, the whole forest was full of singing.
Astoria's enthusiasm seems to have been a little bad, they said goodbye to each other after entering the castle.
Jon stayed in the responsive room for a few hours, and when it was getting late, he hurried to Severus Snape's office.
Professor Snape had put on a new black robe, and he gave Jon a cold look:
"In a few dozen minutes, the Halloween party will begin!"
"I know, Professor!" Jon nodded, "So I've eaten something in advance... After all, I'm locked up now, right?"
"Whatever you want!" Snape strode out of the office, then stopped and said, "Don't let anyone break in here and steal my things!"
"Okay!" Jon nodded, then watched Snape close the door.
He was really not interested in what was about to happen at the Halloween party... After all, he could recite all four players who participated in the Triwizard Tournament.
And staying in Snape's office alone is undoubtedly more attractive... He can take a peek at Snape's medicinal materials and potions, and he can learn a lot with luck.
But first, we have to finish tonight's task...
Jon shifted his gaze to the large jars in the room.
The Indian black eel is a large eel with a length of 1-2 meters. It is herbivorous and has a docile temperament... After their blood is filtered, it is a potion with many uses.
So there is no doubt that the workload tonight is still relatively large.
...
The time for the Halloween dinner seems to be much longer than usual.
Perhaps because it was a banquet for two consecutive days, many students did not seem to like these carefully prepared and hearty dishes as usual.
The people in the auditorium kept looking up, and every face showed anxious expressions. Everyone was fidgeting, standing up from time to time and looking towards the podium.
Finally, the banquet was over, and the voice in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.
Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.
Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else; Ludo Bagman smiled and blinked at the students in various schools; and Mr. Crouch was It was a dull expression.
"I am honored that the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision!" Dumbledore said with a smile.
He waved his hand, and most of the lights in the entire auditorium were extinguished, falling into a half-bright and half-dark state.
The goblet of fire that had been moved to the rostrum burst out with a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue and white flames bursting with sparks were simply charming.
Almost everyone watched Dumbledore nervously.
The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.
Then, a tongue of flame leaped into the air, and a piece of parchment that was almost charred flew out from inside
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment, and the flames in the flame were now blue and white again.
"Warrior of Durmstrand--" Dumbledore's voice spread throughout the auditorium: "It's Victor Krum."
Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.
Victor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table and walked towards Dumbledore listlessly. Then, at the instruction of Professor McGonagall, he turned to the right, walked along the rostrum, and entered the next room.
"Awesome~EbookFREE.me~Viktor!" Karkaroff roared in a bear-like voice: "I knew you were destined to be a warrior!"
Silence was restored in the auditorium again, because the second parchment had appeared.
"The warrior of Boothbarton-Fleur Delacour!"
The girl who resembled a Veeva stood up gracefully, flicked her silver hair, and walked lightly between the tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to the podium.
She bowed gracefully to Dumbledore and walked into the room Krum had just entered.
The entire auditorium was silent, and almost all Hogwarts students held their breath... because they knew that the next one to be revealed was the warrior of Hogwarts.
The third parchment arrived as scheduled.
"Warriors of Hogwarts—"
Dumbledore grabbed it, then froze there, staring at the note in his hand strangely.