Chapter 383 SPEW Badge! !
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 383 SPEW Badge! !
Hogwarts Library, in the corner near the Restricted Section,
"It's so conspicuous! Why didn't I notice it?"
Hermione put down the "Hogwarts: A School History" angrily, (after hurriedly looking up to see that Mrs. Pince didn't come), she whispered to McGuffin again.
"What are you talking about?" Ron next to him said copiously. He counted the copper nuts and silver Sickles on the table over and over again, and kept shuffling them up, and then arranged them in piles. His eyes were fixed and shining.
He obviously didn't care about Hermione's words, this guy stayed here just to keep an eye on McGuffin and Hermione, trying to figure out whether the twins' purchase channel of magic candy was related to the house elves.
Hermione obviously knew this too. After she rolled her eyes at Ron, she then said to McGuffin, "This "History of Hogwarts School with Prejudice and Selectivity" has completely hidden the dark side of the school, and I have gained nothing? What about you?"
"I haven't gained much either. "The Chronicles of European Wizarding Families in 400 Years", "Sin and Blood of the Goblin Rebellion", "The Last Goblin Rebellion in the 18th Century", "The Little Goblins of Granling", "Hogsmeade Command Post"...these books are all useless...I thought the house elves were a branch of goblins, the goblins after a certain rebellion failed."
"There are too many similarities between these two species, but there are not too many connections and records in these books."
"And there is no other record of the origin of the house-elves... as if they appeared in every wizarding family in an instant."
"I just looked up the description of 'house-elf' in this "Household Fantastic Magical Creatures"..."
McGuffin held up a cardboard book that looked like a small dictionary, turned it to two-thirds of its thickness, and whispered, "'Most of them are two to three feet tall, with slender arms and legs..."
"...has weak but very powerful magic. With the permission of the master, the house elves can apparate almost anywhere. They can cast spells without a wand, but after a certain training with the wand, they can also cast some human magic. In the Middle Ages, many wizard families relied on house elves to fight wizards..."
"let me see!"
Hermione asked McGuffin for the book and read.
"...the house elves must carry out every reasonable or unreasonable order of the master. Even if it is not from the heart, they will regard any word of the master as a task that must be completed, and even when they cannot complete it or make a slight mistake, they will engage in self-mutilation and other physical harm."
"...not asking for pay, sick leave, and house-elves generally take that as a shame in their lifetime..."
"It is said that some wizarding families will cut off the heads of old and useless house elves to make magical specimens (guards) to guard the house... The Ministry of Magic does not comment on this, but we observe the elves of these families with an open mind and find that they will be proud of it... This proves that house elves are inherently lowly species."
"Too barbaric and cruel!"
Hermione couldn't continue reading, "It's all nonsense, what are you talking about! Are they still living in the Middle Ages? Although I have learned in the Muggle Studies class that pure-blood wizard families are unreliable, but this?"
While Hermione was complaining, someone whispered Ron's name.
"Ron Weasley... Weasley!"
Ron responded, and he stood up hurriedly. After seeing that Mrs. Pince was not paying attention, he pulled the little wizard who had sneaked over and hid behind a row of bookshelves.
The two hid there sneakily, looking around carefully to see if anyone spotted them, and then it was like a gangster transaction scene in a Muggle movie.
——Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand.
Ron took out a small bag of candy from his pocket, handed it to the little wizard, and received the money in the other hand.
This guy is pretty darn good at this.
McGuffin saw with his own eyes that his hand holding Thick and Nat turned back and forth alone, like playing with walnuts, and in just a few seconds, all the coins were slid around in his hand and made into two piles.
The amount of the transaction can be calculated at a glance.
Ron, he used all his cleverness in this regard.
After the 'Magic Candy' transaction was over, he hurried over and placed the coins on the table, and started a new round of counting with a grin.
It seems to be calculating how many taps he can get from it.
Hermione shook her head.
Sighing, she put down the book "Household Fantastic Magical Creatures" in her hand, and said to McGuffin, "The wizarding world has been brainwashing house-elves for centuries...even the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are by no means innocent."
"McGuffin, we have to do something instead of just looking for historical data here. I guess the history of the house elves has already been modified beyond recognition, and there is nothing to be found..."
"Perhaps we should take some more direct actions. For example, give Dobby a little salary and leave from Professor Dumbledore, so that other elves may also seek their own legitimate rights after seeing Dobby's life changed..."
"I don't think it's possible!"
McGuffin shook his head directly and said,
"Hermione, if you want to liberate the house-elves, you can't just stay on the surface. Can't you see the curse cast on the entire group of house-elves, or some kind of magic designed to make them slaves?"
"Simply arguing for the rights of house-elves . . . that's not going to work."
"This is a planned and large-scale brainwashing and enslavement policy implemented by one race against another race... The whole magical society is like this. Look at Ron's thoughts... The only difference from those pure-blood wizard supremacists is that he will treat house-elves better out of his own kindness... But that's all."
"Domestic?—Hmph!"
McGuffin became more and more angry, "House elves can't leave a wizard family at all, and their way of life can't demand that they get the pay they deserve, and all the value of their labor is exploited..."
"It's even possible that the thoughts are not theirs." McGuffin recalled the situation of the house-elves he saw that night again, and his own understanding became clearer in his heart.
——This side of the wizarding world is chillingly gloomy.
"Out of kindness? . . . 'kindness?' That's the most shaky thing, the house-elves' way of life is twisted right now, one race, one class oppressing and exploiting another..."
"There is no struggle... The status quo of house elves cannot be changed. From this aspect, I even agree with the goblin rebellion in the 16th century. If it weren't for that bloody and cruel rebellion, perhaps the situation of goblins would not be much better than that of elves..."
Hermione couldn't understand McGuffin's words either.
Looking at her eyes that regarded him as a lunatic, McGuffin sighed and suppressed the excitement in his heart.
Hi, forget it.
——Don’t waste your time, anyway, it’s none of your business.
It is more reliable to explore the possible brainwashing spells that may exist in the house elves.
However, the passage just now made McGuffin realize that it was inevitable that he would find nothing in the library about twisting house elf magic records.
Since it is possible that this incident was secretly allowed by the entire wizarding world, it will definitely not be recorded.
I'm just wasting my time here.
So……
—Is it there?
McGuffin looked into the depths of the corridor, the restricted area tightly surrounded by iron chains.
Just when he was lost in thought.
Ron suddenly appeared, blocking McGuffin's view, and this guy stood in the corner, holding a magic candy and making another deal with another little wizard.
but,
——If you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts, and if you squat too much in the latrine, you will eventually run out of paper.
Naturally, Mrs. Pince discovered this guy's sneaky deal after all.
McGuffin and Hermione, who were involved, were also kicked out of the library.
Although Hermione stared fiercely at Ron, she couldn't stop this guy from clinging to them like brown sugar,
(McGuffin couldn't explain to Ron that what they did had nothing to do with the twins' magical candy purchase channels)
It wasn't until that day that Ron realized how wrong it was to cling to Hermione.
But by then it was too late.
A few days later, Hermione came to them with a box of odd-looking badges.
There are about [-] badges in the box, in different colors, with the same letter on them: SPEW.
—'Vomit' was born after all.
McGuffin followed Hermione with a grim expression.
Both wore such badges on their chests, Hermione's in pink and MacGuffin's in green.
"Vomit?" Ron asked.
"No, it's SPEW, the Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights."
McGuffin didn't know what was going on, and as soon as he heard this sentence, he hurriedly answered Hermione in a low voice. His expression was extremely nervous, and he looked down at the badge on his chest from time to time. When he saw that nothing happened, he let out a long breath and stopped talking.
"Well, although I don't quite agree with what McGuffin said, it did make me understand one thing... that is, we can't just sit around, we must do something for the house-elves!" Hermione then responded loudly.
"Us?" Harry looked at the badge carefully, and immediately felt something was wrong when he heard this sentence. He raised his head and looked at Hermione, who was getting more and more emotional.
"Well, it's us..."
Hermione paused and continued, "We have to do something! So I just set up a House-elf Liberation Front, as an aspiring to ensure that house-elves get a reasonable status in the wizarding world, and to ensure their related interests..."
Ron felt a little uncomfortable, "What do you mean?"
"Well, there are now two members, me and McGuffin. If the two of you join, there will be four...Neville will probably agree, so there will be five."
"At that time, I can apply to Percy for an abandoned classroom as an office location, so that our club association can be formally established."
Hermione was thinking happily, lowering her head and fiddling with those colorful badges.
"At that time we can vigorously start recruiting members."
However, she obviously didn't look up to see Ron's immediate expression.
Although Ron wanted to find out how the twins were purchased, he obviously didn't want to take the risk of walking around in front of other little wizards with this badge called 'vomit'.
He immediately tried to sneak away while Hermione was preparing the parchment for them to register.
"Ron! If you leave like this, I'll tell Professor McGonagall about your sneaky underground magic candy deals."
"How dare you!" Ron stopped immediately and shouted angrily, but anyone could hear the guilt in his voice.
Hermione smiled, not as loudly as Ron, but that smile made him a little speechless.
She ignored Ron, who was a little frightened, and continued to say in a 'friendly and gentle' voice, "I used arithmetic and divination to roughly estimate the pocket money in the hands of each little wizard. I think it is reasonable to have two silver coins for a badge——this income can allow us to print and distribute leaflets."
"Ron, you are our treasurer... I will let you hold the money in the endless pocket that McGuffin made for me."
"McGuffin, you are the Minister of Propaganda... Pay attention to vigorously promoting and recruiting members among the young wizards of the lower grades, especially the first graders. Now your reputation is even louder in their hearts than Harry's."
"Harry, you are the secretary... In addition to Professor Snape, you can be responsible for the work of professors, senior prefects, and members of the student council. They should be very polite to you. In addition, briefly record what I just said on parchment, which can be used as the minutes of our first meeting!"
Hermione arranged several tool people in an orderly manner without any chaos.
"By the way, Harry, you and I will go to the kitchen to see Dobby later, to promote our club to the house elves, and see if we can make them realize that their legitimate interests have been violated... Can we go on strike or demonstrate to fight for their reasonable rights."
"Ah!" Harry was dumbfounded.
"Okay, you guys try wearing the badges. They look great. I even cast magic on them. If you say the name of our society... there will be special effects!"
"Don't! Hermione! Please~!!" McGuffin o(╥﹏╥)o hurriedly covered his chest with a book on the desk next to him with a bitter face.
Hermione yelled, "SPEW! (Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights)"
The badge on her chest lit up with a burst of pink light, and the green light on McGuffin's expression was particularly lifeless.
Apparently this isn't the first demo.
Harry and Ron paled. They thought the 'vomit' badge was bad enough, but they didn't expect this trick.
But the worst is yet to come, and far beyond what the two of them expected.
(End of this chapter)
Hogwarts Library, in the corner near the Restricted Section,
"It's so conspicuous! Why didn't I notice it?"
Hermione put down the "Hogwarts: A School History" angrily, (after hurriedly looking up to see that Mrs. Pince didn't come), she whispered to McGuffin again.
"What are you talking about?" Ron next to him said copiously. He counted the copper nuts and silver Sickles on the table over and over again, and kept shuffling them up, and then arranged them in piles. His eyes were fixed and shining.
He obviously didn't care about Hermione's words, this guy stayed here just to keep an eye on McGuffin and Hermione, trying to figure out whether the twins' purchase channel of magic candy was related to the house elves.
Hermione obviously knew this too. After she rolled her eyes at Ron, she then said to McGuffin, "This "History of Hogwarts School with Prejudice and Selectivity" has completely hidden the dark side of the school, and I have gained nothing? What about you?"
"I haven't gained much either. "The Chronicles of European Wizarding Families in 400 Years", "Sin and Blood of the Goblin Rebellion", "The Last Goblin Rebellion in the 18th Century", "The Little Goblins of Granling", "Hogsmeade Command Post"...these books are all useless...I thought the house elves were a branch of goblins, the goblins after a certain rebellion failed."
"There are too many similarities between these two species, but there are not too many connections and records in these books."
"And there is no other record of the origin of the house-elves... as if they appeared in every wizarding family in an instant."
"I just looked up the description of 'house-elf' in this "Household Fantastic Magical Creatures"..."
McGuffin held up a cardboard book that looked like a small dictionary, turned it to two-thirds of its thickness, and whispered, "'Most of them are two to three feet tall, with slender arms and legs..."
"...has weak but very powerful magic. With the permission of the master, the house elves can apparate almost anywhere. They can cast spells without a wand, but after a certain training with the wand, they can also cast some human magic. In the Middle Ages, many wizard families relied on house elves to fight wizards..."
"let me see!"
Hermione asked McGuffin for the book and read.
"...the house elves must carry out every reasonable or unreasonable order of the master. Even if it is not from the heart, they will regard any word of the master as a task that must be completed, and even when they cannot complete it or make a slight mistake, they will engage in self-mutilation and other physical harm."
"...not asking for pay, sick leave, and house-elves generally take that as a shame in their lifetime..."
"It is said that some wizarding families will cut off the heads of old and useless house elves to make magical specimens (guards) to guard the house... The Ministry of Magic does not comment on this, but we observe the elves of these families with an open mind and find that they will be proud of it... This proves that house elves are inherently lowly species."
"Too barbaric and cruel!"
Hermione couldn't continue reading, "It's all nonsense, what are you talking about! Are they still living in the Middle Ages? Although I have learned in the Muggle Studies class that pure-blood wizard families are unreliable, but this?"
While Hermione was complaining, someone whispered Ron's name.
"Ron Weasley... Weasley!"
Ron responded, and he stood up hurriedly. After seeing that Mrs. Pince was not paying attention, he pulled the little wizard who had sneaked over and hid behind a row of bookshelves.
The two hid there sneakily, looking around carefully to see if anyone spotted them, and then it was like a gangster transaction scene in a Muggle movie.
——Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand.
Ron took out a small bag of candy from his pocket, handed it to the little wizard, and received the money in the other hand.
This guy is pretty darn good at this.
McGuffin saw with his own eyes that his hand holding Thick and Nat turned back and forth alone, like playing with walnuts, and in just a few seconds, all the coins were slid around in his hand and made into two piles.
The amount of the transaction can be calculated at a glance.
Ron, he used all his cleverness in this regard.
After the 'Magic Candy' transaction was over, he hurried over and placed the coins on the table, and started a new round of counting with a grin.
It seems to be calculating how many taps he can get from it.
Hermione shook her head.
Sighing, she put down the book "Household Fantastic Magical Creatures" in her hand, and said to McGuffin, "The wizarding world has been brainwashing house-elves for centuries...even the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are by no means innocent."
"McGuffin, we have to do something instead of just looking for historical data here. I guess the history of the house elves has already been modified beyond recognition, and there is nothing to be found..."
"Perhaps we should take some more direct actions. For example, give Dobby a little salary and leave from Professor Dumbledore, so that other elves may also seek their own legitimate rights after seeing Dobby's life changed..."
"I don't think it's possible!"
McGuffin shook his head directly and said,
"Hermione, if you want to liberate the house-elves, you can't just stay on the surface. Can't you see the curse cast on the entire group of house-elves, or some kind of magic designed to make them slaves?"
"Simply arguing for the rights of house-elves . . . that's not going to work."
"This is a planned and large-scale brainwashing and enslavement policy implemented by one race against another race... The whole magical society is like this. Look at Ron's thoughts... The only difference from those pure-blood wizard supremacists is that he will treat house-elves better out of his own kindness... But that's all."
"Domestic?—Hmph!"
McGuffin became more and more angry, "House elves can't leave a wizard family at all, and their way of life can't demand that they get the pay they deserve, and all the value of their labor is exploited..."
"It's even possible that the thoughts are not theirs." McGuffin recalled the situation of the house-elves he saw that night again, and his own understanding became clearer in his heart.
——This side of the wizarding world is chillingly gloomy.
"Out of kindness? . . . 'kindness?' That's the most shaky thing, the house-elves' way of life is twisted right now, one race, one class oppressing and exploiting another..."
"There is no struggle... The status quo of house elves cannot be changed. From this aspect, I even agree with the goblin rebellion in the 16th century. If it weren't for that bloody and cruel rebellion, perhaps the situation of goblins would not be much better than that of elves..."
Hermione couldn't understand McGuffin's words either.
Looking at her eyes that regarded him as a lunatic, McGuffin sighed and suppressed the excitement in his heart.
Hi, forget it.
——Don’t waste your time, anyway, it’s none of your business.
It is more reliable to explore the possible brainwashing spells that may exist in the house elves.
However, the passage just now made McGuffin realize that it was inevitable that he would find nothing in the library about twisting house elf magic records.
Since it is possible that this incident was secretly allowed by the entire wizarding world, it will definitely not be recorded.
I'm just wasting my time here.
So……
—Is it there?
McGuffin looked into the depths of the corridor, the restricted area tightly surrounded by iron chains.
Just when he was lost in thought.
Ron suddenly appeared, blocking McGuffin's view, and this guy stood in the corner, holding a magic candy and making another deal with another little wizard.
but,
——If you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts, and if you squat too much in the latrine, you will eventually run out of paper.
Naturally, Mrs. Pince discovered this guy's sneaky deal after all.
McGuffin and Hermione, who were involved, were also kicked out of the library.
Although Hermione stared fiercely at Ron, she couldn't stop this guy from clinging to them like brown sugar,
(McGuffin couldn't explain to Ron that what they did had nothing to do with the twins' magical candy purchase channels)
It wasn't until that day that Ron realized how wrong it was to cling to Hermione.
But by then it was too late.
A few days later, Hermione came to them with a box of odd-looking badges.
There are about [-] badges in the box, in different colors, with the same letter on them: SPEW.
—'Vomit' was born after all.
McGuffin followed Hermione with a grim expression.
Both wore such badges on their chests, Hermione's in pink and MacGuffin's in green.
"Vomit?" Ron asked.
"No, it's SPEW, the Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights."
McGuffin didn't know what was going on, and as soon as he heard this sentence, he hurriedly answered Hermione in a low voice. His expression was extremely nervous, and he looked down at the badge on his chest from time to time. When he saw that nothing happened, he let out a long breath and stopped talking.
"Well, although I don't quite agree with what McGuffin said, it did make me understand one thing... that is, we can't just sit around, we must do something for the house-elves!" Hermione then responded loudly.
"Us?" Harry looked at the badge carefully, and immediately felt something was wrong when he heard this sentence. He raised his head and looked at Hermione, who was getting more and more emotional.
"Well, it's us..."
Hermione paused and continued, "We have to do something! So I just set up a House-elf Liberation Front, as an aspiring to ensure that house-elves get a reasonable status in the wizarding world, and to ensure their related interests..."
Ron felt a little uncomfortable, "What do you mean?"
"Well, there are now two members, me and McGuffin. If the two of you join, there will be four...Neville will probably agree, so there will be five."
"At that time, I can apply to Percy for an abandoned classroom as an office location, so that our club association can be formally established."
Hermione was thinking happily, lowering her head and fiddling with those colorful badges.
"At that time we can vigorously start recruiting members."
However, she obviously didn't look up to see Ron's immediate expression.
Although Ron wanted to find out how the twins were purchased, he obviously didn't want to take the risk of walking around in front of other little wizards with this badge called 'vomit'.
He immediately tried to sneak away while Hermione was preparing the parchment for them to register.
"Ron! If you leave like this, I'll tell Professor McGonagall about your sneaky underground magic candy deals."
"How dare you!" Ron stopped immediately and shouted angrily, but anyone could hear the guilt in his voice.
Hermione smiled, not as loudly as Ron, but that smile made him a little speechless.
She ignored Ron, who was a little frightened, and continued to say in a 'friendly and gentle' voice, "I used arithmetic and divination to roughly estimate the pocket money in the hands of each little wizard. I think it is reasonable to have two silver coins for a badge——this income can allow us to print and distribute leaflets."
"Ron, you are our treasurer... I will let you hold the money in the endless pocket that McGuffin made for me."
"McGuffin, you are the Minister of Propaganda... Pay attention to vigorously promoting and recruiting members among the young wizards of the lower grades, especially the first graders. Now your reputation is even louder in their hearts than Harry's."
"Harry, you are the secretary... In addition to Professor Snape, you can be responsible for the work of professors, senior prefects, and members of the student council. They should be very polite to you. In addition, briefly record what I just said on parchment, which can be used as the minutes of our first meeting!"
Hermione arranged several tool people in an orderly manner without any chaos.
"By the way, Harry, you and I will go to the kitchen to see Dobby later, to promote our club to the house elves, and see if we can make them realize that their legitimate interests have been violated... Can we go on strike or demonstrate to fight for their reasonable rights."
"Ah!" Harry was dumbfounded.
"Okay, you guys try wearing the badges. They look great. I even cast magic on them. If you say the name of our society... there will be special effects!"
"Don't! Hermione! Please~!!" McGuffin o(╥﹏╥)o hurriedly covered his chest with a book on the desk next to him with a bitter face.
Hermione yelled, "SPEW! (Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights)"
The badge on her chest lit up with a burst of pink light, and the green light on McGuffin's expression was particularly lifeless.
Apparently this isn't the first demo.
Harry and Ron paled. They thought the 'vomit' badge was bad enough, but they didn't expect this trick.
But the worst is yet to come, and far beyond what the two of them expected.
(End of this chapter)
