#351 - Chapter 351 It’s confirmed, this little witch is here to mess things up

To be honest, this was Hermione's first time seeing Hogwarts' house-elves.

Unlike the descriptions in books, these house-elves weren't wearing tattered tea towels, but rather neat sets of butler uniforms and maid outfits.

Looking closely, the fabrics of these clothes were extremely exquisite, and the workmanship was very fine, even better than the clothes she had seen in many high-end clothing stores.

What's going on?

Wasn't it said that if a house-elf receives clothes, it means freedom?

Could it be that these little fellows have already gained their freedom, but they are all working at Hogwarts for free?

Thinking of this, Hermione asked, "Your clothes are all very beautiful, can you tell me where these clothes came from?"

"Is this proof that you have gained freedom?"

Gained freedom?

What kind of question is this?

Isn't this humiliating us?

Is this person really a distinguished guest recommended by Professor Swan? How is the difference with Professor Swan so big!

The house-elves suddenly became anxious, and with the grievance of being wronged, they shouted one after another.

"Beautiful lady, you can't say that about us."

"We haven't fallen to that level!"

"We are ashamed of freedom!"

"These clothes are all made by ourselves, Jeff from Professor Swan's house taught us how to make them, and the fabric of the clothes is a gift from Professor Swan."

"Yes! An excellent house-elf must also be an excellent tailor."

"Also must be an excellent cook!"

"Also must be an excellent nanny..."

So, the clothes were all made by the house-elves themselves.

That's right, the dress of these house-elves is similar to Jeff from Professor Swan's house, but Jeff's clothes look more high-end.

Looking at the aggrieved expressions of the house-elves, Hermione felt a little guilty.

Unknowingly, she had hurt the feelings of these little fellows.

It seems that these little fellows are really sensitive and disgusted with the topic of freedom.

In order to prevent further stimulating these little fellows, Hermione said that she was unintentional, and comforted them for a long time before calming them down.

However, most of the house-elves began to quietly move their feet to avoid Hermione, as if she had some kind of plague on her body.

"Beautiful lady..."

"My name is Hermione Granger, just call me Hermione."

"Okay, Miss Granger." A house-elf wearing a maid outfit looked at Hermione and said seriously, "My name is Mary."

"Professor Swan said that our clothes also represent the face of Hogwarts, so we must all dress neatly and spiritedly."

"He sent Jeff to teach us how to make clothes, and then ordered us to throw away the previous tea towels. When we put on the clothes we made ourselves, Professor Swan was very happy and praised us for a long time."

After hearing what this house-elf said, Hermione was touched.

It turned out that Professor Swan didn't shout any loud slogans, but had already begun to improve the living conditions of the house-elves in his own way.

Moreover, the house-elves are not disgusted, which is really amazing.

Perhaps, she could ask these house-elves to see what else Professor Swan had done.

"Mary," Hermione squatted down, "Can you tell me, what else did Professor Swan tell you?"

"Professor Swan also said that if our craftsmanship is up to standard, he will give us some clothing orders to make."

"It's a pity that our tailoring skills have never been recognized by Jeff, so Professor Swan has never assigned us orders."

Mary's face was full of regret: "I really envy Jeff, who can be competent for any work arranged by Professor Swan."

Orders?

Could it be that Professor Swan still thinks these little fellows are not busy enough, and wants them to work more?

Hermione was a little dazed, and for a while, she couldn't tell Sebastian's true intentions.

"Mary," Hermione tentatively asked, "If, I mean if, you get the professor's order. Are you willing to let the professor pay you wages?"

"Wages!!!" Mary screamed, covering her face, "We are all excellent house-elves, no one would think of wanting wages."

"Only the house-elves who have fallen to the extreme will think of wanting wages!"

In an instant, Hermione's side was empty, and the house-elves were sure that this little wizard was here to humiliate them on purpose.

The performance of the house-elves made Hermione even more frustrated.

Is there still a need to continue the investigation...?

Could it be that her club is going to give up halfway?

Or is she going to help them fight for the right to freedom by hurting the feelings of these little fellows?

Merlin's house-elves!

What should I do?

For a time, Hermione was in a dilemma, and the whole person fell silent.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit cold, Harry's voice came from the side: "Is Jeff very famous here?"

"Of course he's famous! He is an all-rounder house-elf, and an idol for all of us house-elves."

"Yes! He can also work for Professor Swan all the time, which is a treatment that none of us house-elves can enjoy."

"Do you all want to work for Professor Swan?" Ron also asked.

"Of course! Who doesn't want to work for Professor Swan?!" As if being poked in a sore spot, the house-elf named Mary began to sob.

"There was once an opportunity to work for Professor Swan in front of us, and we all agreed to work for him."

"It's a pity that the headmaster rejected us, and we had to stay at Hogwarts to continue working."

Mary's lips trembled, turning from sobbing to crying loudly, and tears rolled out of her big brown eyes, dripping onto her chest.

"It's not that the work here is not good, it's just that we want to work for Professor Swan more."

Listening to Mary's crying, the other house-elves also sadly shed tears, and there was a trend of one spreading to ten and ten spreading to a hundred.

Good heavens!

What kind of ecstasy soup did Professor Swan give them, why are they all so devoted to the professor?

Hermione and the others were a little flustered for a while, not knowing how to appease these little fellows.

No matter what Hermione said, the house-elves no longer listened to her, but stayed far away from her.

Seeing that the house-elves were crying more and more fiercely, after failing to appease them, Hermione and the others had to flee the kitchen in a panic.

Looking at the closed kitchen door behind them, Ron couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This time, Hermione has offended the house-elves miserably.

I just hope that I haven't followed her onto the house-elves' blacklist, and I can still come to the kitchen to get food in the future.

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