The scene was once embarrassing.

The house-elves were discussing in a low voice, not even in a low voice, and the whole kitchen was filled with their chattering voices.

Marble stone pillars decorate all around, stone floors, the whole room looks much larger than the Slytherin lounge, almost the size of the Hogwarts auditorium.

In addition to the house-elves, the four long tables are the most eye-catching things in the room. The placement is similar to the long table in the auditorium. It seems that when the students eat, the delicious food is placed on the long table and sent to the auditorium, and then sent after the meal. Return utensils and food scraps.

A pile of fresh ingredients was piled up in the corner of the room, and more than a dozen specially trained house-elves handled it. There were several old-looking cauldrons and some other cooking equipment stacked against the wall of the room. A few house-elves in white pillow covers surrounded them with spoons.

More elves surround the pool in the left corner. The water here is crystal clear and it seems that it will never be polluted. Anna, who is standing at a high place, can clearly see a lot of tableware sinking under the water.

The walls of the room are dominated by warm beige, and the walls are covered with paintings. The most eye-catching is the fruit picture, which is placed in a prominent position with green plant decorations on the side.

"I'll just say it!" A house elf wearing a pillowcase embroidered with the Hogwarts school crest danced, "Those buckets that have been sitting for an unknown number of years have never been cleaned up, look! They're all grown up!"

"Yes, Sasha," another house-elf agreed, staring at Anna, "you're right!"

No matter what those buckets used to contain, psychedelic things like elders will never happen, whether in the magical world or not.

The exit from the Hufflepuff chamber was set on a pile of wooden barrels that had not been used for a long time, and was covered with dust.

Anna felt that Ms. Hufflepuff seemed to have a soft spot for wooden barrels.

Quickly jumping down from the wooden barrel, Anna patted the dust on her robe, "Uh... hardworking workers, I'm just an ordinary student, I didn't have enough to eat at the dinner party, I want to find some food..."

The house-elves looked at each other, one house-elf who folded a napkin into a boat and put it on his head even dropped the spoon in his hand on the ground.

Why do ordinary students hide in vinegar buckets?

"Merlin's pillowcase! I remembered it!" The house elf Sasha seemed to remember something, and she responded, "Miss, please come and sit down! We'll prepare food for you right away!"

It took the toilet seat and the cockroach from Anna's hand and handed it to its companion, took Anna to a soft bean paste sofa and sat down, and quickly served a cup of hot tea.

The house-elves are working quickly, washing and chopping vegetables, lighting the cauldron, and floating the ingredients. A house-elf is trying to inflate the cake. I don't know how it does it, but it's not using the oven.

"I'm really sorry for this lady, because most of the ladies and gentlemen came in through that secret door," Sasha pointed to the fruit paintings on the wall, "There are very few people... It should be said that you are the first person I have seen since I was here. The two came in here from the barrel side..."

"That was about fifty years ago. I almost forgot there was a secret door over there. I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry, I'm the one who troubled you..." Anna said politely.

The scene quieted down, and for a while there was only the gurgling sound from the cauldron.

"Why..." She was most afraid of the sudden silence in the air. Anna thought she had said something wrong, so she scratched her head.

"No trouble at all!" The house-elf holding the spoon waved the spoon, "Serving the teachers and students at Hogwarts is what we should do and our mission!"

"When there is work to be done and a master to serve, the house-elves must be attentive at all times!"

"I'd rather wash 110,000 dirty dishes here than go back to... Dear Master... I'm sorry, Dear Master..." A house-elf with scars on his head looked pitiful. Talk silently.

Anna looked at the house elf who was muttering words. Judging from the scars on his body, he must have suffered a lot in the former owner's house.

But surprisingly, the muttering of the scarred elves did not arouse the sympathy and resonance of other elves.

"Are you crazy!" The elf holding the spoon yelled to stop the scarred elf, "We can't speak ill of the master! Neither can the former master! Even thinking about it is not allowed!"

Amitabha, this is an inexplicably cruel and inhumane regulation, even complaining about the boss is not allowed, Anna frowned.

The key is that the scarred elf Sisi accepted this setting, it panicked and patted his hands randomly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

It apologised wildly and looked very skilled, as if it was etched in its DNA.

"This... Who ordered it?" Anna took a sip of the black tea that Shasha handed over.

"It should be the Ministry of Magic..." Sasha was not sure, and shook his head, "I'm not very clear... I'm sorry, I've been told to abide by such regulations as long as I can remember..."

"The master ordered it!" The elf with the spoon jumped over, "The master's order is the highest law of the house elves."

Having seen the traditional house elf with her own eyes, and hearing these wonderful remarks, Anna felt that her three views were refreshed.

"Yes yes," Sasha agreed with the Spoon Elf, "If we violate the master's order, we have to punish ourselves..."

"Wait," Anna couldn't listen anymore, she put down the black tea in her hand, "what if you don't punish yourself?"

Sasha and the Spoon Elf looked at each other with a somewhat inexplicable expression. They seemed to be wondering how they would violate the master's orders and not punish them. They said in unison, "There will be no such time."

Like the most devout believer, believing in a kind of deity called "Master".

"I know..." Sisi, who was covered in scars, slowly moved over, "I will be arrested by the Ministry of Magic's Magical Creatures... Department of Management and Control..."

"No~lightnovelpub.net~ Sis changed the wording, "was taken to a friendly exchange..." It paused for a while, "That's what they said, and then the house-elf rights center brought me here, although it was very difficult Sorry, but I think...it's a good thing..."

Sis has doubts about the correctness of escaping from the abuse of the previous owner. It can be seen that the house elves have long been used to losing their freedom and human rights.

A house elf who was hiding in the corner and heard this conversation chuckled softly.

Very light and light, and did not attract the attention of others.

I don't know what happened to Sisi, but Anna felt uncomfortable. She didn't like the thoughts of house elves, and she didn't like watching these hard-working elves suffer.

Maybe something can be done.

These thoughts popped into Anna's head while eating a delicious late-night snack made by house-elves.

[Sparks of fire: low and narrow cellars, damp cupboards, or attics full of debris, these places live in tens of thousands of house-elves, surrounded by misery and pain, pointy ears, big eyes, repeating the complicated work day after day, enduring the torture of the \'master\'.

They have never seen the bright stars in the summer night, nor have they built a lovely snowman in the warm winter sun.

The average life expectancy of two hundred years, but there is no chance of free love, and the marriage can only be assigned by the "master". How many elves are forced to accept this kind of thinking and fall into the quagmire.

But now, there is such a house elf, wearing an ordinary pillowcase, standing in the quagmire, but looking up at the starry sky with sparks in his eyes.

Condition: Find the special house elf at Hogwarts; quest reward: unknown]

Anna raised her head and looked around.