Vol 2 Chapter 572: Night Detective Kitchen

"What are you doing out?"
Fan Lin lowered his head and looked like he was training honestly.
In fact, he still underestimated the girl's sensitivity. He was caught by Hermione without taking two steps as soon as he came out. Such an action naturally failed.
What to do, he is also desperate...
"Go back, I was caught by me while wandering in the middle of the night..."
"I know you want to visit those house elves in the kitchen." Fanlin said seriously, "I plan to go with you."
In fact, Fanlin didn't think there was any problem with what Hermione did.
He also felt that the house elves were very pitiful.
They have all been there, but they just stayed in the kitchen.
Because it was too embarrassing to enter the kitchen.
This is the experience of every little wizard at Hogwarts.
In the middle of the night when you are hungry and hungry, sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat.
As soon as you walked in, a bunch of house elves who were less than your knees surrounded you all around you, asking you what you wanted to eat.
Before you could speak, the house-elf door moved.
Originally planned to find something like pies and biscuits casually, because of these house elves, you are fortunate to be able to enjoy a rich exclusive dinner at Hogwarts.
If you ask, even in the middle of the night, these house elves will roast a whole cow for you.
Although it's already midnight, these house elves never know what complaining is, or that they will only respectfully ask you what you need in that shrill voice.
The food is not to the taste, and the food is not full.
If someone frowns slightly, they will definitely crawl down in fear and beg your forgiveness.
This is undoubtedly very sad.
Ever since Fanlin took Dobby in, everything that Fanlin wanted to eat at night had directly summoned Dobby to deliver him.
Of course, he would pay Dobby's wages, even so, he dared not let Hermione know.
If you know it, a condemnation is naturally inevitable.
Hermione was too sensitive about the parent-elf matter, and Fanlin was afraid of Hermione's aggressive behavior.
For example, to teach these house elves to ask for wages, or to give them freedom?
This is undoubtedly a devastating disaster for house elves.
There is no doubt that Hermione will become very embarrassed.
Fanlin didn't worry about any radical behaviors these house elves would do.
Not every house elf is Dobby.
However, Fanlin had a deep understanding of the neurotic behavior of house elves.
To be precise, all of them paid the price.
In the second grade, Dobby nearly killed four of them.
This is really too sensational, if the Ministry of Magic knows, Dobby's fate of being executed is naturally unavoidable.
Neither the Malfoy family, Voldemort forces, nor the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts would allow house elves to behave in this way.
This is a provocation to the authority that the wizard has enslaved for a hundred years, and execution is Dobby's only choice.
"Slow down..." Fanlin supported Hermione's arm with one hand.
The road here is not easy.
The house-elf’s kitchen is in the basement, so to speak, just below the Hefpaff public lounge.
Two people entered the basement, turned a corner, and entered a passage on the right.
It seems that no one comes here often.
The air is slightly muddy, mixed with the aroma of food, perhaps because it is close to the kitchen, far away, Fanlin can feel the fragrance of his favorite apple pie...
This is probably an illusion, it was not like this the last time I came, but maybe because the time was too old, Fanlin couldn't remember clearly.
Once out of the passage, there is a clean stone corridor.
This is the only way to the kitchen. The house elves always work hard to clean this place. Of course, it is even more perfect for them to wash their clothes.
However, this is also unlikely.
The importance of clothes is above everything else, and Fanlin has a deep understanding of Dobby's body.
No matter what new clothes Dobby has, the sock that Harry gave Dobby, Dobby wears one on his foot.
Fanlin had to use his master's majesty to intimidate Dobby to wash all his clothes, and ensure that he did not intend to expel Dobby halfway, Dobby reluctantly washed his clothes.
The torch burned ragingly on the two sections of the stone wall, which reflected the warmth and harmony of the front stone wall.
Picture after picture of food replaced the dark-style mural at Hogwarts.
It can be said that this is the place that retains the richest colors of Hefpaff.
Speaking of Hefpaff, Fanlin can hardly imagine how Hefpaff alone supported the subsequent Hogwarts operation.
After Gryffindor, Slytherin and Ravenclaw left one after another, Hefpaff supported Hogwarts almost by himself.
A woman who has become friends with house elves, a woman who loves food, and a witch who defines tolerance.
A woman with such a personality must have a toughness and selflessness that Fanlin could not imagine.
What Hefpaff left behind was just a golden cup.
I think that compared to the legacy of the other four, Hefpaff is the one who truly integrated everything about him into the Hogwarts school.
It can be said that she is the real benefactor of Hogwarts.
There are traces of Hefpaff in every part of Hogwarts. If Hefpaff is the reason, perhaps it is not unacceptable to change Hogwarts to Hefpaff School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Slytherin withdrew from the school ~EbookFREE.me~ and Gryffindor never asked about the school. Ravenclaw did not know much about it, but it is conceivable that Ravenclaw would not be an administrator. These trivial things.
You can see it from the library left by Ravenclaw.
Now, it seems that only Hefpaff has not left anything that strongly takes away his personal touch.
Or in other words, this house-elf kitchen is the best proof?
It is undeniable that the operation of Hogwarts cannot be separated from the dedication of the house elves. However, the vast majority of the wizards of Hogwarts do not care.
Something must be done for the house elves.
"Are you ready?" Fan Lin said slowly, and they were now at the door of the kitchen, behind the mural.
Hermione nodded softly, not knowing why, Fanlin felt a little tangled, but he reached out anyway.