Vol 2 Chapter 125: Humble in the dark

　　 "This is the house elf?" Hermione exclaimed.
　　 These ugly and dirty mouse-like creatures in front of them obviously broke the girl's perception. For Dobby, Hermione didn't care too much, their attention was focused on magic.
　　 But when a group of little things similar to Dobby wears looks at you with confused eyes.
　　 That kind of spiritual shock is indeed unavoidable.
　　 Ugly, this is the most basic feature of house elves, you can't imagine what these little things have gone through.
　　The thick oil fume dyes the wall black, and at the same time, their bodies are almost the same color as oil fume.
　　 There is not a trace of expression in the countless pairs of eyes. Because they cannot see the sunlight all the year round, their eyes are somewhat degraded and cloudy and yellow.
　　 Because of the strong light, every house elves who opened their eyes and looked at the door half-squinted their eyes. They have to spend more time to adjust to the sudden light.
　　 "They are so pitiful..." Hermione couldn't bear to look at the little things in front of her, closed her eyes, and firmly grasped Fanlin's hand with one hand.
　　 "Let's ask!" Fanlin squeezed Hermione lightly, motioned to make the girl feel at ease, and then nodded at Harry.
　　 "Excuse me..." Before Fanlin finished speaking, he was interrupted by the behavior of the group of house elves in front of him.
　　 It seems that it is because they have adapted to the light, or they have heard the wizard's words, in short, their dull nerves finally gave them the behavior instructions that a house elf should have.
　　 "Please wait, ladies and gentlemen, the food will be ready soon!" An old house elf bowed deeply to the four of them.
　　 The other elves also seemed to have reacted, and they all stopped their work, bowed to the four, and ignored them.
　　 Light up the lamp, and the torch on the wall lights up.
　　The four of them can see the layout of the kitchen thoroughly. A rectangular wooden table with two dim candles lit on it.
　　 A little elf who just got up from the ground doesn't know the clean rag that has changed from there, and is now vigorously wiping the tables and chairs that have not been moved for a long time.
　　 Fanlin also saw a particularly old elf lighting his clothes by the fire while lighting a fire.
　　 Normally, they can't go wrong. Perhaps today's unexpected visitor broke the silence of the elf life. It has been a long time since they have personally served a wizard.
　　 Fanlin quickly used his magic power to condense a water polo and extinguish the flame on the elf!
　　 But the little elf knelt in front of Fanlin in fear. He seemed to think that because of his mistake, the four wizards in front of him were going to kill them.
　　 He knelt on the ground and kept begging Fanlin not to kill him, even if Fanlin's words were of no avail, the elderly house elf did not stop his begging behavior.
　　 "Please, you did nothing wrong..."
　　 "Don't kill me... I beg you... Old Ghaith won't be making a mistake, just beg you..." the elf said, and big tears fell from his dim eyes, looking pitiful.
　　 "Old Thor, stand up for me." Harry suddenly became ugly, and he said viciously to Ghaith: "If you cry like this and don't go to work, I will kill you!"
　　 The three of Fanlin looked at Harry in shock. They couldn't think of what caused Harry to say this.
"Yes, sir!" The elf Ghaith seemed to be frightened, and got up from the ground in a panic, as if they were afraid of death. In fact, they were just afraid of doing something wrong. As for death, it might be all Just a reason to beg.
　　 "Don't look at me like that..." Harry panicked, "I just want him to stop this behavior, at least it's useful, isn't it?"
　　 "Hey, brother, how did you think of it." Ron seemed to have suddenly realized, "Maybe we can deal with Dobby like this."
　　 "Actually," Harry said helplessly, "I have done this, but it is a pity that Dobby is indeed an alien."
　　Ha used his hands to gesture back and forth, as if Dobby was right in front of his eyes, "He was there at the time, and I threatened him with death, but Dobby actually told me that he would be threatened like this at least five times a day."
"Perhaps we should think of a way to rescue Dobby from Malfoy's house. Malfoy's family does not accompany Dobby to serve him. Maybe I can introduce Dobby to Old Vitor, at least where he can live comfortably. Some, and there are new clothes to wear."
　　 "Really a good suggestion, Fanlin!" Hermione said, and calmly took her hand out of Fanlin's, which made the girl's face a little red.
"There is another very important question. How can we liberate an enslaved house elf, and the lives of these house elf in front of us must be improved." Hermione said righteously, she did not Understand that there is magic in the wizard's world, everything is so convenient, why would there be such a thing as enslaving house elves~EbookFREE.me~ Forget it, Hermione! "Ron said nonchalantly, "This is impossible. No wizard will care about these house elves. If you really do this, they will definitely think that they have done badly there and then punish them. Yourself. "
　　 "How come." Hermione couldn't believe Ron's words.
　　 "Can you give it a try?" Ron spread his hands and motioned to Hermione to do it.
　　 "Try it!" Hermione said bravely, putting a hand on her mouth, looking at the busy house elf in front of her, she cleared her throat forcefully.
　　 "You... listen to me," Hermione reluctantly.
　　 Hearing Hermione's words, all the house elves stopped their work and looked at Hermione blankly. They didn't understand what these sudden wizards were thinking.
"Listen...Stop your work, then stand up to me, I want to clean it up for you. And..." Hermione really doesn't know what the house elf needs, "You should ask Deng not Rido protested and asked him to allow you to leave here and go for more walks during the day instead of at night! Also, I think you should have your own lives, and you must at least have the freedom you deserve!"
　　 Hermione finally finished speaking. She was very satisfied with what she just said, although she didn't know what she said, she was not good at speaking.
　　 After a while, the nervous little elf finally understood the meaning of Hermione's words.
　　 Hermione’s words were like a giant tear gas bomb, which exploded in this not spacious Hogwarts kitchen, this cold place.
　　 All the little elves knelt to the nearest position, they kept crying, begging Hermione bitterly and begging to let them go.