Chapter 220 Rights Promotion Association, Hagrid's Spring

Due to the tragic experience of the elves, Hermione wanted to improve their current situation.

On Friday, she founded the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association in Gryffindor, with Harry as secretary general and Ron as financial director.

Hermione then made fifty badges to sell to raise funds.

Unfortunately, the sales were not very successful, so Hermione took her two older sons to Ravenclaw to look for the only financial sponsor she could find.

"So, what social rights protection organization do you want me to invest in?"

Outside the corridor of Ravenclaw, Aiden looked at the few people in surprise while holding a book.

"Hermione, did you know that I have a house-elf at home? This will cause losses to us wizards." Aiden was rarely serious.

"Of course, but such exploitation is wrong. You should know that they..." Hermione wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Aiden.

"You have to know that you are helping foreign races to fight for their rights. Since it involves investment, you have to show me the return, Miss Granger." Aiden called her by her real name to distinguish between public and private.

"Okay, Mr. Prewett, we can use the slogan or achievement of protecting elves as our achievement and use it as our resume when we step into the Ministry of Magic in the future." Hermione looked at Aiden seriously.

"Yes, that's right. A qualified politician can hold justice, but must learn the game of interests."

Aiden used a levitation spell to make the book float, freeing his hands to applaud Hermione.

"Then my investment is not to fund dangerous factors, but to support three young wizards with potential to embark on their political careers. Is that okay?"

As Aiden finished his words, a red light of the contract flashed across his body, and it was obvious that his words were recognized.

"What is that?" Ron asked curiously after seeing the red light.

"Guardian Protocol. You know, ancient wizards were sometimes a little stubborn." Aiden winked at him.

The negotiation was concluded, and Aiden signed a magic agreement on behalf of the Prewett family and the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association.

The president who received investment from the financial backer became the talk of the town for a while and attracted a large number of supporters.

At the same time, he published his own articles in the Daily Prophet, advocating for house-elves.

It also paved the way for three names to enter the Ministry of Magic, but that's another story.

......

In the afternoon, in the library, Aiden was writing a paper on the goblin rebellion.

As OWLs are approaching, the paper on History of Magic has suddenly become very heavy.

"Oh, these damn goblins. If only we could have eliminated them back then. Now we have to write the thesis." Edmund sighed.

"You really have the talent to be an art student."

Aiden cast a silencing spell so as not to attract Madam Pince.

"Come to think of it, this is the second time the goblins have rebelled, our beautiful Mr. Prewett."

Edmund glanced at Aiden, and Ethan also came over with a gossipy look on his face.

"Don't mention this incident again if it's not recorded, and the goblins will never be able to start a rebellion in the future." Aiden looked at the two of them meaningfully.

"Ah, what do you mean?"

Ethan still looked confused, and seeing him like this, Edmund kindly explained to him.

"The Prewett family has always been the spearhead against goblins. You said that the last Gringotts incident started and ended inexplicably, and we couldn't contact him in the middle. What do you think he did?"

After listening to Edmund's explanation, Ethan suddenly understood.

"Did you kill them all?" Ethan asked, turning around.

"How is that possible? Who will be responsible for cleaning out Gringotts? My idea is to keep some for future generations of wizards so that they can understand how correct our approach is." The dragon on the seat showed a malicious smile.

Then he finished the paper at hand and left the library.

.....

At night, Aiden sneaked into Hagrid's hut to ask him for some materials. The research on the concept of Transfiguration required Aiden's assistance with the alchemical matrix.

"Aiden?" * 3

As soon as Aiden entered the room, he saw the trio, each of them had a plate of chowder in front of them.

Aiden noticed the grateful looks in the three men's eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hagrid, prepare some dinner for us..." Hermione was about to speak when Hagrid walked in.

"Oh, Aiden, you're here too. I have some extra steak chowder. Would you like some?" Hagrid asked.

The giant in front of him was wearing a furry suit, and Aiden could even smell the scent of perfume on him, but his hair looked a little weird with the suit.

"Hagrid, I suggest you trim your beard and hair, it will look much better." Aiden commented.

But since he didn't refuse at the first time, Hagrid had already prepared the meal and placed it in front of him.

"Really? Thanks for your suggestion. I'll try it. Now eat it." Hagrid said.

Aiden shrugged and picked up a spoon to try Hagrid's cooking.

Then he found the same claw of an unknown creature as Hermione's on the plate.

"Hagrid, what kind of cow has claws?" A black line appeared on Aiden's forehead.

"Uh, chowder." Hagrid scratched his head sheepishly.

After eating and drinking, Hermione tirelessly persuaded Hagrid to join her association.

"Nonsense, the nature of house-elves is to take care of wizards. How can you pay them to humiliate them?" Hagrid was incredulous.

Hermione wanted to refute, but was interrupted. The sound of a horse neighing came from outside the house. Hagrid stood up and ran out immediately.

"Oh, Mr. Hagrid." Maxim greeted Hagrid.

"Good evening, ma'am." Hagrid combed his beard.

"Mr. Hagrid, these horses are in your care. Remember, they only drink single malt whiskey."

Madame Maxime turned and walked towards the castle.

"Oh, of course, I'm ready." Hagrid grinned.

"Oh, the warrior selection will start soon, let me take you back." Hagrid said.

After packing up Aiden's materials, Hagrid followed the four people towards the castle.

Along the way, Hegrid stared at Madame Maxime infatuatedly.

"Hagrid, are you attracted to her?" Aiden teased in a low voice.

"I, no, how could that be, that's not happening." Hagrid shook his head vigorously.

"But there is one thing I want to remind you. Wizards who are mixed with other races are severely excluded in the wizarding society. This should be a pain point for both of you. If you have the opportunity to get along, remember to keep the secret in your heart."

Aiden tried to warn the big guy who grew up drinking Veritaserum.

"Okay, I'll consider your suggestion carefully." Hagrid nodded.

Harry was looking at Hagrid whispering with Aiden in confusion from behind.

The last time he had seen such a smitten look on Hagrid's face was when Norbert was born.

He shook his head and sighed, wondering if there was some magical creature that Hagrid was fascinated by yet again.