Chapter 73 72: It will be a war [Third update]
I am not in a good mood.
Ian passed through the corridor below the auditorium. The torches on the walls on both sides were burning, and the different decorative paintings showed the lifelike appearance of countless delicacies.
When he arrived in front of a huge fruit painting, Ian scratched the pear in the painting. The pear painted with paint seemed to be ticklish and twisted into a door handle with a smile.
Open the door and enter.
A room with the same layout as an auditorium appeared in front of Ian's eyes. The interior was extremely spacious, with various copper pots and iron pots hanging under the high ceiling.
They sway gently with the occasional breeze, making a sweet tinkling sound.
On the huge stone stove, the flames automatically adjust their size under the influence of magic, cooking a variety of delicacies, from traditional English breakfast to exotic dishes.
I don’t know which groups the extra meals are for.
“It’s a first-year little wizard!”
"The gentleman who likes to eat steak at the Ravenclaw table!"
"He is so smart, he discovered the Hogwarts kitchen on the first day!"
There are other things in the room. There are many strange-shaped creatures, with large ears that are not proportional to their heads at all, and eyes that bulge out of their faces like the eyes of a frog and are about the size of a fist.
With their pointed noses, chopstick-like hands and feet, and their iconic linen clothes, they are famous house elves in the wizarding world, defeated enemies of the past who have been transformed by magic into the minds of generations.
Before Ian could say hello to these house elves, a figure carrying a large basin came out of the slaughterhouse. He has a much taller adult height than Ian.
Ronnie Ehrlich.
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Today is the second time that Ian has met this professor.
"Good evening, Ian."
He was carrying a basin of things covered with oilcloth, which exuded a fishy smell, and walked towards the gate when he saw Ian. called out Ian's name.
"Good evening, Professor Erich."
While Ian responded politely, he was also a little confused. Obviously when I saw this professor at noon, he still had a colder attitude than Snape.
Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic now?
“Go back early, the curfew time is coming soon. Although I fully support the little wizard’s night tour, the administrator Filch will definitely not let you go.”
"Be careful, that squib has no good intentions towards us wizards." When Ronnie Erich walked to the gate, he even patted Ian on the shoulder, smiling broadly and looking in a very good mood.
"I'll be wary of this." Ian nodded.
Ronnie Ehrich seemed to be very satisfied with Ian's choice of words.
“Don’t be late for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow. I have prepared very good practice props for you.”
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher patted Ian’s head approvingly. Then he left the kitchen with his large basin of unknown smelly stuff that was still oozing blood.
"Sir, what would you like to eat? Sibi and her companions are honored to serve you!" The house elves waited until Ronnie Erich left before they dared to approach Ian. around.
"Steak, and a glass of lemonade, without honey." Ian's choice made the house elf named Sibi cheer, and several house elves began to get busy.
"I know this gentleman likes to eat steak. Sibi is a qualified elf who knows how to observe!" The house elf with the biggest ears is Sibi.
He chose a large piece of delicate filet for Ian and began to cook it on the hot iron plate with oil. Another house elf respectfully handed Ian some lemonade. .
“This is the smell! It’s awesome!”
Ian’s face was slightly twisted, but his tone was very satisfied.
"The Rabbi also knows that Sir likes to drink sour lemons! The Rabbi is also a qualified elf!" The house elf who handed over the lemonade also began to cheer happily.
Dedicated and dedicated, house elves have been serving wizards since they were born. They complete many of the chores and dirty work in Hogwarts.
Appear quietly. Disappearing quietly.
What will be left behind will be the perfect work results.
Many young wizards may not be aware of their existence during their years of study, and will only hear about how diligent and outstanding the elves at Hogwarts are.
In fact, it is not just these strange creatures in Hogwarts, the house elves in other places are almost all of the same character. They regard their service to their servants as an honor.
This is the "code" that has been magically written into the "gene".
It is the victory harvested by the wizards after the ancient war.
"Yes, it's very good. I like it very much." Ian gave a thumbs up, which made the house elf named Rabbi hold his hands as if he was about to faint from happiness.
"Rabbi was praised by Mr. Ravenclaw. Rabbi thinks Mr. is really a generous little wizard!" The house elf Rabbi's high-pitched voice was full of excitement.
This is how their race is. They feel happy because of praise and feel happy because of work. The one Harry Potter met probably had a genetic mutation.
“Give me another drink!”
As a vested interest, Ian certainly doesn’t want to change anything. If working makes house elves happy, how can they be considered abused?
Those calls for the liberation of house elves may not be a betrayal of wizards, but in Ian's opinion, the final result will most likely just trigger another round of war.
Such are the rules of nature.
Races will never be allowed to exist side by side at the top of the food chain.
"Sir! Your steak!"
Sibi, the house elf, put the steak at the right temperature, arranged it on the plate exquisitely, carefully put the knife and fork on it, and brought it to Ian as if it were a treasure. In front of the table where you sit.
“The craftsmanship is amazing!”
Ian did not hesitate to praise him and gave the house elf Sibi a thumbs up, and it danced happily like another house elf.
Simple praise can satisfy these little elves. Many times, people's lives are actually not as comfortable as theirs.
"I hope you can come again next time, sir! The rabbi is always available to serve you!"
"The same goes for Sibby!"
Before Ian was about to leave.
Several elves happily stood at the door to see him off.
"Thank you for your ancestors, thank you for the founder, and thank you for Hogwarts." Ian returned to Ravenclaw with Snape's notebook and textbook in his characteristic lazy pace after eating and drinking.
No one is around.
There is a curfew.
"I have been waiting for this opportunity all day. It's time for you to answer me why." The bronze eagle head on the door asked, but did not ask any interesting questions.
"Huh?"
Ian, who was ready for a philosophical debate, had a look of astonishment on his face.
“Is this a test?”
Ian tested in a low voice?
The little heart is pounding.
"No, I just hold grudges."
The bronze eagle head on the door knocker shook his head.
The voice is still soft.
(End of this chapter)