themonasnovels Chapter 233 Power Never Comes From Charity
Chapter 233 Power Never Comes From Charity
Chapter 233 Power Never Comes From Charity
Two days later, Mr. Weasley picked Harry up.
However, the communication between the two sides was not very good. According to Uncle Harry Dursley, Harry ruined an important business deal for him.
That was the drilling rig project he had been talking about for a long time, and it was also about whether he could get promoted and raise his salary, become the general manager, become the CEO, marry again...ahem, and reach the pinnacle of his life.
But Harry... so daring, so unforgivable that he made an afternoon pudding cake and threw it from the ceiling, degrading the Masons.
Afterwards, he got another owl, which made Mrs. Mason, who was allergic to birds, leave angrily.
According to Mr. Weasley's description: He was terrified at the time. If Dursley were a wizard, he would probably give Harry Avada Kedavra.
Mr. Weasley discussed there for a long time, but the other party refused to let him go.
Until lunch time, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley thought that if he stayed any longer, he was planning to eat;
Or, the two were afraid that the neighbors would find out that a strange person had come to the house, and they would not have to see Harry for a month... Anyway, out of various considerations, they finally agreed to let Mr. Weasley take Harry away.
"I do not have!"
Sitting in William's small courtyard, Harry argued loudly.
Soon, Harry was telling them about Dobby, the warning it had given him.
After he finished speaking, the yard was silent for a long time.
"Suspicious," said Fred.
"Obviously very strange," echoed George. "He won't even tell you who's planning this?"
"I don't think he can," said Harry. "As I said, every time he's about to say something, he bangs his head against the wall."
"House elves can't tell others about the master without the master's permission," William explained. "He will punish himself."
Fred and George looked at each other. "That's right, he obviously disobeyed his master's orders and even told Harry... This is completely out of character for elves."
"What, you think he's lying to me?" said Harry.
"Well," said Fred, "let's put it this way—house-elves are pretty good at magic, but they generally can't use magic without their master's permission, let alone tell their master's secrets.
I think Dobby was sent to keep you from going back to Hogwarts, someone was trying to trick you and say those things on purpose. "
George asked, "Did you have any enemies at school?"
"Yes." Harry and Ron said in unison at once.
"Draco Malfoy," Harry explained, "he hates me."
William lifted his eyelids slightly and drank a cup of tea, Malfoy would probably be heartbroken to hear Harry say such a thing.
"Actually, it's easy to know who Dobby is a house-elf," William said.
"What method." Several people looked at William.
"Just go to the Hogwarts kitchen and ask." William shrugged.
"There are a large number of house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen, and these elves often communicate with each other, learn cooking skills, and compete in cleaning skills.
There will always be someone who knows Dobby. "
"That's right!" Fred clapped his hands.
Harry also nodded eagerly. As expected, he should tell everyone that things became much simpler all of a sudden.
"What? Hogwarts also has a large number of house-elves?" Hermione frowned.
She suddenly discovered that Dobby, the house elf, was different from what she had known.
Nicol's are always humble and well-mannered, well-dressed, and wands.
But Harry's description of Dobby seemed miserable.
And she had now heard that Hogwarts had a large number of house-elves, too.
She had never seen it.
Fred said strangely: "Of course, there are more than 100 Hogwarts. Our luggage is moved to the dormitory by them. There are also various meals for the dinner."
"I've never seen one!" said Hermione.
"They seldom leave the kitchen during the day," said George, "and at night they come out to clean and clean...to look after the stove and all...you're not supposed to see them.
The sign of a good house-elf is one you don't even know exists, and my mom always wanted one. "
Hermione frowned. "So, do they get paid?"
"Do they have vacations? And—do they have sick days, pensions, everything?"
Ron laughed, he laughed too hard.
"Don't be ridiculous, Hermione, house-elves don't need sick leave and pensions.
They just have to work, and it loves serving wizards. "
"Nonsense!" Hermione said angrily, "I've seen a lot of house-elves in Nico's manor, and they all have all kinds of holidays.
Mercury even asked us to give good reviews, which is related to his year-end bonus, and I wrote a lot of reviews for him.
Isn't it, William? "
William quickly talked about the elves of Nicole's house.
"However, their family has gold. Although the Philosopher's Stone is gone now, Nicolas doesn't care." Ron muttered.
Dumbledore has already spread the news of the destruction of the Sorcerer's Stone. Perhaps it will be a hundred years before everyone finds out that Nicolas May is lying.
Harry obviously didn't want them to continue arguing, he interrupted: "Let's not discuss this matter now, we have to go to Ferret Mountain to play, are you going?"
"No!" Hermione spread out the textbook in front of her, "We have to study."
Harry looked at the strange combination of four lying on the small table.
William was holding a thick book with strange writing on the cover, which he couldn't read anyway.
Hermione was reading the Potions textbook. Judging from the progress, she had already finished studying the contents of the second grade.
Anne was honestly writing the homework assigned by Hermione.
The girl named Luna was holding a magazine, but she was holding it upside down.
"Merlin! Is this summer vacation?" Harry also muttered inwardly.
No!No, if he continued to stay here, he would feel a sense of guilt, the guilt of wasting his summer vacation.
Apparently, several others thought so too, and the twins got up to say goodbye.
After the few people left, Hermione picked up William's teacup and drank the water in it in one gulp.
"This is slave labor, this is blatant exploitation," she said angrily.
"That's not quite right, Hermione." William closed the book.
"You just heard about Dobby's situation, various punishments, which are common things in big families.
But that's not the case at Hogwarts, I've seen house-elves in the kitchen and they're so happy they don't even want to go to a wizarding family. "
"But……"
"Do you know how many years it took Nico to deslavish the elves in the house?"
Hermione shook her head.
"600."
"The lifespan of a house-elf is two hundred years, and it took Nico almost three generations to get rid of the elf slavery in his manor.
Do you feel like you have so much time? "
"However, we can publicize that we are better for elves and improve their lives." Hermione said seriously.
William shook his head and said softly: "History tells us that top-down reforms never succeed easily.
Power is not given by the superiors, but by the subordinates... actively strive for it! "
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(End of this chapter)