Hogwarts from another world

Professor Horace Slughorn soon went off to "entertain" other students.

Matthew and the others sat together and continued to eat this slightly simple but delicious breakfast.

"Are there many house elves in Hogwarts?" Hermione asked softly while eating.

Her impression of creatures like "house elves" was very unfamiliar.

It even only exists in Professor Bathilda Bagshot's class... The professor of the History of Magic class is very old, and she needs several house elves to support her every time she teaches. This is also the only chance to encounter this kind of creature in Hogwarts.

"Yes, there are almost more than a hundred." Matthew replied, "They are responsible for the daily housework of the entire castle...otherwise Mr. Pringle would not be able to do it alone!"

"Oh my God, do they stay in the kitchen all day?" Hermione looked very surprised. "I rarely see such creatures in the castle..."

"Well, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day," Neville replied. "They come out at night to clean up... tend the stove and stuff... I mean, you're not supposed to see them, are you? A good The sign of a house-elf is that you don't even know he exists, right?"

"What's going on when people don't know they exist?" Hermione frowned visibly. She didn't quite agree with Neville's words.

"Yes, this is their duty, isn't it..." Neville replied matter-of-factly, "For house elves, their highest right is to obey their master's orders, serve their master for generations, and at the same time not let their master Feel the slightest bit of discomfort, so..."

"That sounds... a bit like a slave..." Hermione suddenly glared at him, looking obviously disgusted.

"Then let it be..." Neville replied casually.

"But do they get paid?" Hermione continued. "Do they get holidays? And - do they get sick leave, do they get allowances, everything?"

Neville chuckled: "Holidays...how can house elves need holidays...and house elves don't need sick leave and allowances, they don't even need wages..."

"What, they don't even get paid?" Hermione questioned in disbelief.

"So they are on strike!" Then she said angrily, "They are not satisfied with the current treatment... That's why they are going on strike... This is just! Just like the textile workers in Silesia did in 1842, they also Just like the silk weavers of Lyon did in 1831..."

"This is just an exception..." Neville quickly shook his head, "In my memory, house elves have always been proud of labor and ashamed of free roaming... How could they do such a thing as a strike..."

"How about we quietly go to the kitchen and take a look?" Hermione suddenly suggested, "Just after breakfast?"

"Well..." Neville hesitated for a moment, "I don't know where the kitchen is..."

"We can ask someone to inquire, we can ask Professor Slughorn... he will definitely know!" Hermione looked very serious.

"No need," Matthew said suddenly. He shook his head, "I know!"

"That's great, Matthew!" Hermione looked at him very happily.

……

"Let's go quickly!" Hermione said eagerly after finishing her breakfast in a few seconds.

Matthew didn't waste any time and nodded quickly; only Neville glanced at the unfinished bacon roll with some regret.

However, he eventually gave up.

"Have you finished your breakfast so soon?" Professor Slughorn enthusiastically sent them away from the office. "If the problem in the kitchen has not been solved at noon, you can come back; I still have a lot of survival here! "

"Okay, Professor!" They thanked you quickly, "Thank you very much!"

It has to be said that this is a real benefit they get after joining the Slug Club.

Those ordinary students may only be hungry all morning now.

"Matthew, lead the way!" Hermione looked at Matthew expectantly.

"Well, come with me." Matthew led his two friends down the marble stairs and into the foyer below.

At the bottom of the stairs, he turned left and hurried toward a door.

This led to the basement, just not in the direction of the Slytherin common room; the road ended in the Hufflepuff common room.

He and Neville followed Hermione down a stone staircase. The bottom was not a dark and gloomy underground passage, like the one leading to the Potions underground classroom. Instead they found themselves in a broad stone corridor, brightly lit by torches and decorated here and there with delightful pictures, chiefly of things to eat.

"It should be around here." Matthew glanced at the pictures on the wall.

Finally, he nudged Neville with his arm and pointed at the picture behind Hermione.

"right here!"

The picture shows a huge silver bowl filled with fruits.

"It's just a portrait..." Hermione looked confused.

Matthew approached slowly, stretched out his index finger, and gently scratched a large green pear on the picture. The pear squirmed, giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.

"It's amazing!" Neville couldn't help but exclaimed.

Matthew grabbed it and pulled the door open, then waved his hand, motioning for his two companions to follow.

……

After passing through the previous door, a room almost the size of a classroom came into view.

Numerous gleaming copper pots and iron basins were piled on the surrounding stone walls, and at the other end of the room was a large brick fireplace.

Obviously, this is the Hogwarts kitchen.

However, there is no one...including ghosts, wizards, or house elves...

"Where are the house elves?" Hermione asked softly.

"I don't know either..." Matthew shook his head honestly, "I only know that the kitchen is over here..."

"Where are you listening?" Neville pointed to an iron door in front of him, "There seems to be a sound inside, go and take a look -"

The three people quickly walked over on tiptoe.

"Pah... pah... pah..." There were bursts of noises inside the iron door.

There was also the sound of some creature moaning, which sounded very painful.

The door wasn't locked, it was just ajar.

Following the crack in the door, they could clearly see the situation in the room——

Mr. Pringle, the administrator of the castle, was holding a thick and long whip in his hand, looking fierce.

He was merciless and whipped the little guys sitting on the ground with a whip...