Vincent pointed at Papa and the slightly frightened elves behind him.

"Here at Hogwarts, they can at least have one piece of clothing that is shabby but not dirty.

If they stay in a wizarding family like Malfoy, they can only live like slaves."

Hermione was shocked and pursed her lips tightly.

Not only could she not accept that the school was "exploiting" house elves like other places, but she could not accept that she had become an "accomplice" without knowing it.

"I know this is abnormal, but there are so many abnormal things in the magical world that I can't even count them."

Vincent, who tried to remain optimistic, took out his wand and said, "Without it, wizards can't use more powerful magic.

What do you think is needed to make it?"

Hermione knew what he wanted to express.

Without the efforts of ancient wizards, the magical world would not be what it is now.

Maybe it will be better, maybe it will be worse.

She stroked her grapevine wand.

Inside, there is the heart nerve of a fire dragon as the core of the staff.

Even Ollivander, who made it, probably doesn't know whether it died of natural or unnatural death.

"Because I have seen it, I cannot pretend that I have not seen it."

Vincent looked as if that was indeed the case.

The owners of Grapevine Wood are almost always wizards with lofty pursuits and farsightedness beyond ordinary people, who always shock their friends who think they understand them.

Wands made from the heart nerves of fire dragons usually have stronger learning abilities than other types of wands.

But it is extremely fickle and the easiest to adapt to black magic.

Although Hermione had calmed down at this moment, her stubbornness had not diminished at all.

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Chapter completed!