Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 531: the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare

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"The three of you are here!" Seeing Harry them, Hermione lights up, "I'm busy!"

"Exactly, we are too busy!" Ron said triumphantly, leaving quill behind.

Hermione sat down, put his hand on an empty chair, and pulled the prophecy written by Ivan to the front.

"You are unlucky this month, aren't you?" she said sarcastically, Crookshanks curled up on her knee.

"You know, this is dealing with Professor Trelawny!" Ivan said, looking at the box that Hermione got back.

Compared with Harry and Ron, the tragic prophecies he wrote are still more implicit, not so tragic.

"No matter what happens, at least we got a warning in advance." Ron yawned.

Hermione put down the Ivan's prophecy and took the Ron's copy.

"It is indeed a good warning, you seem to drown twice."

"Is it?" said Ron, quickly looked down at his prediction, "I'd better change one of them to be crushed to death by a head-on hippogriff."

"You can tell from a glance that you made it out of thin air?" Hermione said.

"How dare you say that!" Ron pretended to be angrily said, "We have been busy here for a night, working as hard as domestic little elf / pixie(s)!"

Hermione raised his eyebrows and looked at Ron with dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, the wording is incorrect." Ron said quickly.

Harry also put down quill. He just finished his final prediction, predicting that he will be beheaded at the end of the month.

"Hermione, what's in the box?" Ivan hurriedly pointed to the box and asked.

He felt that it was better not to continue with Hermione on their three Divination assignments.

"I'm about to tell you that this is something I have worked hard this week. We have to do something for the domestic little elf / pixie(s)." Hermione said with a smile.

She opened the lid and showed them the contents.

The box has about fifty badges of different colors, all with the same letter written on it: S.P.E.W ..

"Vomitting?" Harry picked up a badge, looked carefully, and said doubtfully, "What does this mean?"

"Not vomiting," Hermione explained impatiently, "It is S-P-E-W, meaning the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare."

"I haven't heard of it." Ron said.

"I haven't heard of it!" Harry added.

Ivan did not speak. He knew what was going on. It seemed that Hermione was not satisfied with writing articles for newspapers.

As she has always said, to really do something for the family little elf / pixie(s), it means this.

"Of course you haven't heard of it," Hermione said neatly, "because this is what I just founded."

"Ah?" Ron lengthened his voice and asked with a little surprise, "How many members do you have?"

"Well, if three of you also participate, there will be four." Hermione said.

"Participate ?! Do you think we are willing to walk around wearing a badge, and the badge still says vomiting?" Ron said.

“It ’s S-P-E-W!” Hermione said annoyedly, “I wanted to be named a campaign to ban the cruel abuse of our magical creature friends and improve their legal status, but it ’s not very appropriate, so I made this the title of our association ’s declaration Now. "

She waved the roll of parchment towards them, full of text.

"This is our specific charter. I have been studying this issue in the library. house elf slavery status can be traced back to a good century ago. I ca n’t believe it. No one has taken measures to this."

"Hermione, you listen well!" Ron said aloud immediately, "They like this, they like to be slaves to others!"

"Our short-term goal!" Hermione said, standing up from the chair, the sound was louder than Ron, as if she had not heard Ron's, "It is to ensure that the family little elf / pixie(s) gets reasonable wages and a good working environment, Our long-term goals include amending the laws that prohibit the use of wand(s), and striving for an little elf / pixie(s) to enter Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because it is shocking that the benefits of little elf / pixie(s) are not fully reflected. "

"Don't be excited, Hermione!" Ivan quickly let her sit down.

Hermione looks angrily, still staring at Ron with dissatisfaction, and Ron also looks very unhappy.

"Okay, how can we do this?" Harry asked softly.

"First of all, we want to develop membership." Hermione said with a high mood, "I think the participants have to pay two silver Sickel(s) for the badge purchase, this income can be used for us to print flyers. You are the financial director, Ron , I prepared a piggy bank for you upstairs. Harry, you are the secretary, you need to write down every sentence I say now as a record of our first meeting. As for Ivan, I think you are suitable As the president, because you within the magic circle is very famous, it is conducive to our publicity, you also have to deal with the Ministry of Magic. And I am the vice president of the Promotion Association, mainly responsible for all daily affairs, that ’s it. "

For a while, no one spoke, Hermione looked at them with joy.

Ivan frowned and stared at the Statute of the Promotion Association written by Hermione. It seems that Hermione did find a lot of information.

Ron stared at Hermione in surprise, his eyes bulged slightly, and he even forgot to close his mouth.

Harry sat there, both annoyed by the performance of Hermione's and amused by the expression on Ron's face.

After a while, there was a silence, and the moment before the storm was quiet.

"I don't want to participate!" Ron said directly, pushing away the badge in front of him.

"Ron ?!" Hermione's raised his eyebrows again. "We are saving the family little elf / pixie(s)."

"I said it, they like it, they like to be someone else's slave!" Ron said stubbornly, "I don't want to follow you into the kitchen and mobilize them to stop working, I will never do it. . "

"No one likes to be a slave, which is extremely unfair to domestic little elf / pixie(s)." Hermione said, "Either wizard(s) or domestic little elf / pixie(s), everyone is born equal, wizard(s) ca n’t build their magical civilization on the right On top of the efforts and squeezing of domestic little elf / pixie(s), we must stop this phenomenon. "

"You don't know domestic little elf / pixie(s), Hermione at all!" Ron said, "Don't convince me to take part in your vomiting trick."

"This is not a trick, nor is it vomiting, this is the right of domestic little elf / pixie(s) ..."

Hermione is not finished yet, Ron got up from the chair and shouted with the loudest voice, "In my opinion, it's just vomiting, and I don't want to hang this badge on my chest like a fool, Mocked by others. "

The two of them looked at each other's breath. Ron's's face was flushed, and even the ear tips were red.

Then, he rudely picked up his prediction work and quill and rushed back to the bedroom, the sound of closing the door was particularly loud.

"Do n’t blame Ron, he has been under a lot of pressure recently, and made a tragic prediction here for one night!" Harry said.

He winked at Ivan and hurried back to the bedroom to persuade Ron. (To be continued.)