Is it a house elf?

Harry's heart moved, remembering what Hermione said in Gringott. The Future World and Hogwarts's domestic elves agreed to join the Pan-Magic Alliance. In the next step, the Ministry of Magic will gradually clean up the domestic elves in the hands of the ancient family, especially those who are suffering from abuse...

The mental state of these domestic elves in the Future World Company is surprisingly good, which may be related to the smiling faces on their faces, or it may be because the clothes they wear are close to the aesthetic of normal people. They are not only wearing a pillowcase, but can distinguish tops, pants and strange cloth strips for decoration, which is better than Hogwarts. At one moment, Harry suddenly understood Hermione's long-term persistence.

He looked up at the lively little guys on the second floor, trying to identify a familiar individual from it. It was not easy. His eyes glanced back and forth twice but did not notice Duobi's figure. While he was puzzled, he felt a hand pulling his pants.

Harry lowered his head.

“Doby?”

"Harry Potter, sir! Hello!" A house elf looked up at him with big round eyes, dressed a little similar to Professor Flitvie at school. It was Dobby, who was familiar to Harry. His eyes were filled with tears of a long-term reunion.

Harry felt something was wrong in his mind. Dobby took two steps back and then flew into his arms. His two slender arms were tightly clamped against him. His slender nose made his stomach hurt. Harry took a lot of effort to break away. "You are good, Dobby." He said breathlessly.

Dobby took a few steps back and looked at Harry with a smile on his face.

"Harry Potter, sir!"

Harry looked at Dobby. He was very energetic. His clothes showed unique preferences in many details, such as the magenta sweater inside his coat, which seemed to be given by Ron on Christmas. He was wrapped in a tie and a green circle with two black dots was embroidered on the tie clip. Harry guessed that it should be Dobby's craftsmanship, but he didn't know what it meant. The house elf also had two thick socks of different colors on his feet, and there was no sound when he walked.

"Mr. Harry Potter, please come with me."

The house elf grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him through the crowd, walking up the circling staircase with a large arc.

"Wait, wait, Dobby, I'm not here alone, and some of my friends, Ron, Neville, Hermione." Harry said, looking back and found that Ron was targeted by his two twin brothers. Neville and Mr. Ollivand were together, and seemed to be asking Mr. Ollivand to check the wand; Hermione was gone, obviously here just now.

"Doby knew that Dobby had called Miss Granger away, and Dobby had something to Mr. Harry Potter!"

"You called Hermione away?" Harry said in surprise.

"Yes, Dobby is willing to help, as Mr. Lupin's opinion." said the house elf walking in front, and they came to the second floor, "Dobby prepared Mr. Harry Potter's adult gift."

"Oh, well, thank you, Dobby." Harry was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was about a few days away from his seventeenth birthday. The month passed quickly. But he immediately realized that Bill and Fleur's original wedding date was also in these few days, but he didn't know whether it would be held on time. And why did Lupin find Hermione for?

Harry's thoughts turned, but all the questions changed his mouth when he saw a house elf wearing a pink lace pillowcase. "Doby, is that Shining?" He recognized his big shining brown eyes and a nose that looked like a flattened tomato. To be precise, he was more impressed by the feature behind him.

But the reason why he really distinguished her from a bunch of house elves was that she was one of the few who even used pillowcases on her body as clothes.

"It's Shining." Dobby said. They walked along the escalator, downstairs was the hall of the Sword Castle, and Harry could see the back of the heads of the people downstairs from a height.

"But she is still wearing a pillowcase, why? Isn't she free?"

Dobby's pace slowed down, "Shanshan can't forget Mr. Crouch, Shishan has been counting the days, saving money while counting the days, three years, two years, now only half a year is left."

So Barty Crouch is released from prison for half a year? Harry thought.

They passed more than a dozen doors along the way, and there were ten-foot-high magic puppets on both sides of the door, which came in handy when the Death Eaters attacked, and some were also placed in the Ministry of Magic Hall and the more important corridors. They stopped in front of one door. If anything special, it was that the door had two door handles, one of which was surprisingly low.

When he saw Dobby spinning the handle effortlessly, Harry's doubts were answered.

There is a huge and spacious circular space inside the door. When Harry looked at it briefly, he found several areas inside. In addition to the two rows of small stools in the work area, there are also places for the house elf to rest. All the furniture is small, and Harry thought he had grown taller.

He subconsciously turned his head, and his gaze flashed by Hermione's figure on the fifth floor.

...

"Professor, are you here too?" Hermione was surprised to see Felix was also there when she closed the door from the house. Dobby only told her that Lupin was looking for her, and did not mention anyone else. Therefore, although the theoretically Sword Castle belonged to Professor Hepp's property, she had no confidence in meeting the professor here.

Sometimes Hermione obviously feels that if the professor resigns from school one day, he may hide in a place where no one can find (such as the moon) to study magic. After three or five years, he will suddenly remember that he has a group of friends, so he goes out to visit relatives and friends. But the professor is actually not good at dealing with people at all. Many of his reactions are thought of in advance and used directly when encountering different situations. This secret can only be discovered by the closest people. In addition, the professor is not a passionate person, and there are very few things that can move him, so he feels calm.

Felix certainly didn't know what Hermione was thinking at the moment. He nodded at her and signaled Hermione to come over. There were other people in the spacious office, and Hermione looked over in turn, Lupin, Snape, and

“Professor Slughorn?”

Hermione's tone rose slightly, and she looked at the short and fat old wizard who was balled on the sofa in surprise. His round figure was in his delicate and gorgeous robe, and his walrus-like beard was Slughorn, a professor of potions at Hogwarts.

"Come here, Miss Granger, we're just talking about potion simplification." Slughorn said kindly. Hermione picked a seat and sat down, and he continued: "Felix mentioned that you have similar experiences and joined hands with students from four colleges last school year, right? To cope with the O.Ls exams..."

"Then we are talking about what we need to do," Snape said coldly. He did not forget that the source of the simplified formula was the textbooks he had used. The contents on it were essentially a trick. He was very proud of it in his early years, but later gave up these practices because they were useless to improve potions.

"You're right, Severus," Slughorn said absently: "But I think the dexterity and leadership skills shown here are worthy of recognition... Of course, what we want to talk about is even harder. My suggestion is to start with the simple part, and the textbooks are all written!"

Hermione listened for a while and found that they were talking about how to get ordinary people to use potions. Snape once warned in class not to try to get Muggles to take potions, because you can't determine which potions require the magic of the wizard's own, and there is no Potionist count at present.

Snape and Slughorn were chatting in a mess, and many of theories that were not written in the textbook were casually spoken by the two. Hermione seemed to understand and wanted them to say it slowly so that she could write it down. At this moment, she heard a chuckle.

Hermione looked at Felix in a wooden manner.

Felix lowered his head, revealing the curve of the corners of his mouth from his side. He coughed twice, took out a silver pocket watch from his arms, and said as usual: "If you don't plan to develop in the field of potions, there is actually no need to listen. I summarized a comparison table of magic potions, and the effects showed were almost the same... I looked for you today because of another thing, and I need to ask for your opinions. Oh, I recommended you and think you are suitable..."

Before Hermione could speak, Snape suddenly looked at Felix and said sarcastically: "The essence of the potion lies in the difference between the subtleties. Some people gave up this subject early, so naturally they could not understand the exquisiteness and the beauty that was enough to make people feel excited."

Hermione blinked, was she saying that Professor Hepp didn't understand potions? She looked at Professor Slughorn again.

Although Slughorn is not as direct as Snape, he also expresses the same meaning in a tactful way. Hermione's tried-and-true generalization ability has come into play again. In summary, the two of them are almost the same. Don't listen to the layman's blindness.

Felix rolled his eyes and bounced open the cover. Valen came out of it, shrank his head and avoided the Great Demon's hand, ran to Hermione, and gestured with his hands and feet. Hermione's heart moved, a golden card? She looked at Felix, and Felix turned his head stiffly.

At this time, the door opened from outside, and Ms. Bones and Mr. Weislai walked in. Both of them looked tired.

"You guys look tired, and the negotiations are not going well?" Lupin asked gently.

Mr. Wesley took off his glasses, lowered his head and wiped the lenses with the corners of his clothes. He was a little bald, which made people worry that he might have similar hairstyles to Slughorn in a few years. Mr. Wesley muttered: "It's so bad that the Prime Minister of Muggles has brought in a bunch of legal experts to pick up words from us. In short, the progress has been limited in the morning."

"We are not superior in terms of numbers," Lupin said. "This has led to us not being able to develop in many aspects, such as the law. Of course, there is no need to be exactly the same. I always believe that the meaning of the existence of law is to use limited text to clarify our expectations for this society." He paused and continued, "We have a pre-proposal to deal with this situation, right?"

"Of course there is." Ms. Bones reluctantly smiled and cast an admiring look at Felix. "Because of the existence of the Pan-magic Alliance, they did not have the excuse to order the wizards, but they wanted to limit the wizards' freedom through cumbersome laws. We proposed the concept of joint law enforcement and external windows at the right time, which caught them off guard and the negotiations would continue tomorrow."

According to Felix and her ideas, the wizard will not completely relax restrictions for a long time, and will be in their own management. They will only jointly enforce the law when the two sides encounter each other. Moreover, they are not designed from the beginning, but adopt a strategy of one case and one judgment, which accumulates the small amount into a lot, and forms a clause.

Joint law enforcement responds to emergencies, and the two sides also need a stable communication window. There are currently two types of people on paper, one is a store selling special items from wizards, and the second is to establish a fixed location, and the two sides can freely communicate and interact within a certain range, including but not limited to cooperation and contact in technology and magic, so that ordinary people can also have the opportunity to come into contact with magic, etc.

They chatted for a while, and Ms. Bones talked about the serious matter, "The law is the focus of the next negotiations, which determines the right to speak between the two sides. I probably won't reach an agreement easily. It happened to be mentioned this morning. If there is no progress tomorrow, I will discuss this aspect first."

"Let them see the benefits of magic that can help to achieve better results." Felix nodded in agreement and asked, "Did Babajid Abakind contact you?"

Ms. Bones sighed. "No, he just sent a representative to ask for a record of the negotiations for the day every day. To be fair, he is a very capable person, but he is now facing a completely unfamiliar field and is responsible for dozens of magic ministries. He cannot and dares to make decisions easily."

She shook her head, and she would be helpless if she had no help from others.

"You've talked about the key point," Lupin pointed out incisively, "he couldn't even figure it out himself, and was worried about making a mistake. So the opportunity was delayed."

"Find the right opportunity to invite him to meet him," Felix said.

"The right time?" Ms. Borns thought for a while, as if she had thought of something, "I'll arrange it. There are two more things, the first thing." She looked at Snape and Slughorn, "It has something to do with potions, first with potions and then with medical care. Magic still has a very advantage in this regard."

"I need manpower," Snape said calmly: "a lot of manpower."

"Yes." Ms. Bones nodded and said, "There are temporary groups of potionists living in Diagon Alley. I will invite them in the name of the Ministry of Magic. Professor Slughorn, I know you are old and have the right to enjoy a peaceful life, but at this time, we need your strength. Even if it's just a suggestion."

"Oh, of course, that's fine," said Slughorn. "I've retired for decades and finally found that the school is the best for me. I think I'll stay in Hogwarts, but if the students are completely unintentional in learning, I'm not as good as a professor."

He said thoughtfully:

"It was Dumbledore who reminded me... Alas, in his last period of time... he said that the school is the safest place and the most suitable place for retirement. If even the school loses peace, other places will only be even more unbearable."

Everyone in the room fell silent, as if they suddenly remembered something. If they had anything in common, it was that Dumbledore had talked to them in the past few months... although the reasons used were different.

"The second thing is..." After a moment of silence, Ms. Bones held up her monocle glasses and continued.

...

"Accept a TV interview?" Ron looked at Hermione in surprise, as if she was talking about something amazing.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"It can be understood as a way for both parties to increase trust. You should know that the Ministry of Magic is preparing to select some non-magic people to visit the wizard society. The reason is the same." Hermione explained, "It is not just me, but Mr. Weisley and Professor Slughorn are on the list."

"My dad wants to go on TV?" Ron said with a little excitement. "He hasn't told his family, oh, too, he's too busy lately."

"So I have to prepare, there are not a few days left," Hermione said hurriedly: "I have to go to the library to check the information."

"The library shouldn't have what you're looking for," Harry reminded her.
Chapter completed!