The house-elves in the kitchen are all working numbly, with no wages, no social security, no entertainment, and they can't even talk about love.

Obviously they are all intelligent creatures, but they live out the appearance of robots.

The house-elves surrounding the pool finished cleaning the dishes and walked into the paintings on the wall one by one.

Anna was a little confused.

Sasha kindly explained to her that those hanging pictures can only be used by house elves to help them reach all corners of the castle easily. Now it's time for these elves to collect the dirty clothes of the students.

Anna changed her sitting position and felt a little awkward. Sitting in a conspicuous place to rest while others were working hard always felt like she shouldn't.

"Uh...do you need me to do something? You seem to be busy..." Politely, Anna still asked.

"Oh! This kind lady!" Sasha reacted violently, wiping the corners of her eyes with some emotion, "There is no need to trouble you at all, house-elves can do this, that's what house-elves should do!"

Sasha served Anna a delicious tomato meatball soup, then went to the pool to continue working, followed by another team of elves to use housework magic to stack the dishes in the pool on the cupboard.

Sucking the tomato puree, Anna looked around, but didn't find any special elf. It seemed that everyone was content with the status quo.

Maybe Sis will have some ideas? Anna looked at Sisi, who was busy picking up apples that had fallen on the ground. This scrawny little elf with many scars, does it have revolutionary beliefs?

"Sisi," Anna called out its name.

"Yes, Miss, here! What's your order?" Sisi walked over with the apple and smiled, although a little ugly, "I'm glad you can remember Sisi's name!"

"Do you want to be free?" Anna stared at Si Si's big eyes.

"What?" The apple in Si Si's hand fell to the ground again, and he quickly bent over to pick it up, "No... um... you mean... um..."

Anna was a little disappointed. The fear in Sisi's big eyes proved that it was not the elf that Anna was looking for. Sisi shook his head indiscriminately, "Sisi is free, Sisi doesn't need more freedom..."

The elf standing beside Sisi helped him pick up the apple.

"Oh! Thank you!" Sisi took the apple, but when he looked up to see who the elf was helping him, he hesitated, "Oh... Hey, Mark..."

Mark is an ordinary looking house elf, with big green eyes, pointed ears, and wrinkled skin on his face.

Maybe something is different, Anna leaned forward.

There was a mark on Mark's shoulder that looked like it was burned by something.

"Hold it on," Mark handed the apple in his hand.

But Si Si didn't mean to take it, it took a few steps back, "Give it to you Mark, Si Si has to go to clean up the dishes..." After saying that, he turned and ran, as if the elf named Mark would bring Something bad is coming.

Mark's hand was hanging in the air, but it quickly shrugged indifferently and glanced at Anna.

"This apple is already dirty, so I won't share it," it explained, biting the apple and making a crisp sound.

Caught Anna's attention.

"Why is Sisi so afraid of you?" Anna pointed to the other bean paste sofa in front of her and motioned for Mark to sit down and talk.

"It's not surprising, house elves are like this," Mark shook his head.

It came over and sat opposite Anna, and the huge bean paste sofa let it sink in, "They don't like me."

Some house-elves who were watching silently here were talking, "How dare Mark sit with that lady? What is he doing?"

"Be quiet and stay away from Mark. When he first came here, I thought he was abnormal," the house elf held the spoon with disdain, "the owner abandoned him, he still dares to live, house elf shame in."

"Aren't you a house elf too?" Anna took a sip of tomato soup, "So, you don't like yourself either?"

Mark was silent for a while, "I'm not a house elf."

It added, "But I also really don't like myself."

"Then what do you think you are?" Anna put down the soup and wanted to hear the thoughts of this magical creature who didn't think she was a house elf.

"I'm human," Mark said without hesitation.

This creature with pointed ears and big eyes that seems to have nothing to do with humans said without hesitation that it was a human being. Anna wanted to laugh a little, but felt that it was a little brave.

Anna didn't speak.

"The Ministry of Magic in 1811 stipulated that a human being is 'any creature with sufficient intelligence to understand the laws of a magical society and to take part in the making of those laws'," Mark said earnestly, "I would Understand the law and take responsibility..."

"When I make a mistake, I choose to be punished by the law rather than punished by the master, so I am a human being, not a house elf."

Look, a magical creature knows more than she does. Anna is really reflecting on her own history of magic and not listening carefully.

Anna felt that Mark was that special elf, and she tried to see something in Mark's eyes.

"You are a Slytherin Academy student," Mark noticed Anna's green robe, which was silent for a while.

"It's weird that you're a Slytherin student and you're here to listen to me... I thought you'd just put frog egg soap or something in your dirty clothes to aggravate domestic children. Elves' workload."

"Please don't generalize," Anna coughed and had to speak out, trying to regain some image for her academy, "Maybe it was just a minor accident."

"There are also traces of dung eggs," Mark added. "It's really difficult to clean, especially the deodorization step. It takes three house-elves to work together to deodorize. It's easy to say ordinary stains. These magic joke toys are really for everyone. There's been a lot of trouble."

"Especially the clothes of a girl in Slytherin, I remember very clearly," Mark stroked his chin with his long slender fingers, "I almost stepped on the cauldron when I got to her dormitory, and the cauldron was still floating. Some slender things that look like noodles, I don't know if they are making potions, but they smell quite good..."

"But no matter how fragrant the potion is, it can't cover up the smell of dung on this girl's clothes, and I don't know if this person has any special hobbies..." Mark shook his head.

"During that time, we were so busy that we finally got rid of the smell from her clothes, and Peeves started to play tricks everywhere, and we ushered in a lot of dung-smelling clothes-"

"Anyway, it's not easy enough to survive."

Anna swallowed her saliva. She finally knew how the smell of dung on her clothes disappeared so quickly. It turned out that the hard work of so many house elves was behind it.

"I also left a note on the bedside of the Slytherin girl, hoping she would stop getting such a strong smell of **** on her clothes," Mark recalled. I remember she seemed to be called... what was her name Na..."

"Cough," Anna interrupted its memories.

"Don't house-elves say: \'The house-elves that are not noticed by humans are the best house-elves\'? Why do you think of leaving a note?"

Anna woke up in the morning and found the note, thinking it was written by Belinda, and secretly complained about the ugly handwriting of 'Pure Blood Elite'.

"That's because I'm not a house elf, I'm a human being, and my teacher told me that I'm a human being," Mark was a little excited, "My teacher said, I'm an intelligent creature with complex emotions and know what love is. , what is hate, being able to be responsible for one's own actions, being able to take responsibility!"

"In comparison, he is better than many human beings!" Mark looked at Anna, and this was the first time he looked into Anna's eyes.

"My teacher said that I should have the right to be treated fairly, to love freely, and to feel the beauty of the world, instead of being unjustly imprisoned..."

"I really want to know the answer to a question..." Mark looked away, it suddenly looked a little cramped, "Excuse me, do you think I'm human?"

Anna scratched her head, "In biology, you really can't be called a human..."

Although he didn't know what biology was, Mark closed his eyes in despair.

"But," Anna coughed, "from other perspectives, I think you are a human being. If you follow the law, you should at least have the right to be fair and just in society."

[Spark of Fire: Mission Completed; Mission Reward: Melon Eater's reputation +20, start the side mission \'Light\']

[Light: May the oppressed house-elves unite and move forward, without having to listen to the words of the self-defeating ones, they should use their strength, and they should speak their voices. There is a part of heat and a part of light, and there is no need to wait for the torch. If there is no torch, I am the only light.

Condition: Help Mark set up a house-elf revolutionary group (group members no less than 100 house-elves); task reward: memory +100, reaction +100, ventriloquism +100, unknown]

Mark's big eyes twinkled, "Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome, I have a doubt..." Anna scratched her head, "Who is your teacher?"

"Oh..." Speaking of this, Mark showed a nostalgic look on his face. "He is a great prophet. He came to Hogwarts for further studies, hoping to learn more knowledge and return to serve the country."

Mark pointed to the scar on his shoulder, "Teacher picked me up when I was at my worst. He is a very good wizard and used the best potion to treat me."

"He told me that the house-elves in their country had never been treated so unfairly, and they would even haunt Muggle homes to help them clean up and get a thank you..."

"Your teacher is now..." Anna scratched her head.

"He's back," Mark still smiled, feeling that his teacher had made the right decision, "he sent me here because Hogwarts is the kindest place in the UK for house-elves~lightnovelpub.net ~And very safe."

"He also mentioned that he predicted something bad, very bad, but no one believed him..." Mark picked up his hand, "Stupid, my teacher is obviously the greatest prophet."

"Then why don't you follow your teacher?" Anna frowned, always feeling that the teacher Mark described was very familiar.

"I can't follow him, because the Ministry of Magic has amazing control over house-elves. According to the teacher's words, "I don't want to give away free labor."

"But it's better to stay," Mark clenched his fists. "I'm lucky, to be precise, we are all lucky," he pointed to a group of bewildered, hard-working house-elves beside him.

"But there are many more unfortunate house-elves in the UK who don't realise their rights and don't even dare to think about it. The situation is so bad that house-elves die every day from the abuse of their masters."

"I'm going to free them," Mark said. "I'm going to fight for it."

Anna stretched out her hand and held Mark's thin little hand, "I support you, Mark, there will be people who think like me to support you. You are not alone on this journey."

In October 1989, on the bean paste sofa in the Hogwarts kitchen, this handshake between Anna Lawrence and Mark kicked off the house-elf revolution. It was a great handshake, a correct handshake.

Magical historical records record it as the \'August 9 Supper Meeting\', and it was this meeting that laid the foundation for the victory of the house elf revolution.

The wheels of history are rolling forward, and the era of house elves being enslaved will eventually become a thing of the past. Let us look forward to a brand-new magical world where magical creatures and wizards unite and develop together.