"This is simply exploitation. This is unreasonable. How could Professor Dumbledore allow this to happen?”
Walking on the stairs at night, many ghosts were curiously looking at the chattering girl and her male companion in the murals on the wall.
"Those house-elves should have their own salary, Lorne!”
Hermione grumbled angrily.
In her opinion, this kind of exploitation had disappeared hundreds of years ago.
"I also think that those exploitors should hang on the street lamps.”
Lorne nodded in agreement, but on second thought, something was not right.
The young wizards who were responsible for food and accommodation seemed to be this group of explorers.
I'm actually the one who's being hung on the street lamp?
Lorne widened his eyes as he thought about it. He shook his head and quickly threw these dangerous thoughts to the back of his mind.
"I will never eat anything they make again!”
Hermione had decided to go on a hunger strike!
"No, you can't solve the root cause like this.”Lorne explained to her step by step,"Instead of not eating, it's better to solve this problem from the root."”
"For example, you can set a small goal for yourself.”
"What target?"
asked Hermione curiously.
"Do you have any dreams?"
Lorne was not in a hurry to answer her question. Instead, he asked her a question.
"Ideals?"
"Yes, that is to say, do you have any position you want to do in the future?”
" I want to be…a doctor?"
Hermione thought about it carefully. Under her father's guidance, the only position she could choose at the moment seemed to be a dental practitioner.
"Wizards don't need a dental practitioner," Lorne joked.
For wizards, most diseases were just a matter of spells.
Naturally, toothache was included in the list.
"Then, become a professor?"
Hermione said tentatively. With her future knowledge, becoming a professor was also a very good choice.
"Being a professor won't solve the elf problem.”
"You've got to open up the picture, like the Minister of Magic!”
Lorne said what he wanted to say.
Hermione, who did not want to be Minister of Magic, was not a good wizard.
" The Minister of Magic..." Suddenly his brown eyes lit up.
"You're right, if I become Minister of Magic, I'll be able to set the elves free!”
Hermione set her goal with high spirits.
"Hahahaha, a little wizard wants to be Minister of Magic, that's hilarious!”
A sharp voice passed through the wall. The two of them looked up at a mural. There was an old woman in the painting. The old woman pointed to the side with her finger.
Looking in the direction of the fingertip, a short pale ghost in funny clothes was hugging his abdomen and laughing loudly.
"Peeves?"
The two of them had more or less seen this troublemaker at Hogwarts. Many professors couldn't do anything about him, not even Snape.
So the only ones who could subdue Peeves were Dumbledore and the Bloody Baron.
Rumor had it that this troublemaker had existed since Hogwarts was founded. It could be said that he was an elf born in Hogwarts and had been in the castle longer than anyone else.
"Hermione has no friends, and Lorne has no friends.”
"Hahahahaha-"
"How annoying!"
"Let's go, Lorne. Ignore it!”
Hermione narrowed her eyes and pulled Lorne back.
This Peeves was not afraid of anything, and could only play soft.
It was said that once a caretaker tried to capture Peeves, who began to run amok in the castle with several scimitars, crossbows, a large-caliber muzzle rifle, and a small cannon.
At that time, classes had to be suspended for three days for the safety of the students. The current principal, Uprasia Moore, went to negotiate peace.
After that, no one dared to provoke it.
However, just because others did not dare, it did not mean that Lorne did not dare.
"Wait a moment!"
After saying that, Lorne closed his eyes with his back facing Hermione. When he opened his eyes again, the black sickle began to slowly rotate in his red pupils.
Magic was not very harmful to Peeves. After all, he had lived in the castle for nearly a thousand years. To put it nicely, he had almost experienced all kinds of magic.
It was clear, however, that Peeves had no way of stopping the illusion that had been cast upon him.
Soon, the laughter that was originally unrestrained suddenly stopped.
Peeves floated lifelessly in the air, his eyes fading.
"Let's go."
Lorne called out to Hermione, who was stunned on the spot.
"What happened to it?"
said Hermione, glancing at Peeves, who was still in midair.
"I just glanced at it, and I thought it might not work.”
"I don't know what's wrong with it. Maybe it wants to play a prank again.”
"Then let's hurry up and leave!"
At this, Hermione broke into a trot in front.
Lorne followed closely behind.
On the wall behind him, a group of ghosts looked curiously at Peeves, who was frozen in mid-air, and pointed at him from time to time.
Suddenly, a sharp roar startled them.
"Don't come over-"
"Red eyes, red eyes are so scary!”
" There's definitely something wrong with that snake-"
Peeves barged through the wall and vanished.
The surrounding spirits looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or sympathize.
However, they couldn't help but smile.
I didn't expect Peeves to have such a day!
Cheerful laughter was supper at Hogwarts tonight, Peeves 'nightmare.
After the two of them parted ways, Hermione went to the eighth floor, while Lorne went to the basement.
"Purebred."
The Slytherin lounge door swung open as the password was shouted.
"Arrogant and boring slogan."
Lorne shook his head and ignored the little snakes who were bragging about how powerful their family was in the hall. He went straight back to the dormitory.
"I slept in the afternoon and didn't feel sleepy at all!”
Lorne lay on the bed with complicated thoughts and could not fall asleep at all.
The two internet-addicted teenagers in the same dormitory were still building houses. Malfoy even wanted to buy a few more from him, which was what the other noble wizards wanted.
However, Lorne did not have much and directly refused.
He had only given Malfoy two, mainly because he was bored, but they were not for sale.
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