boyutpedia Chapter 111 Dance, Dance Partner
Chapter 111 Dance, Dance Partner
After the first match of the Triwizard Tournament, the Hufflepuff classmates became less hostile towards Aeris and Harry, of course, this was thanks to Cedric's efforts.
In the Gryffindor common room, the Gryffindor classmates were partying, and Fred and George took the opportunity to promote their magic tricks.
Neville tried to put a piece of "canary biscuit" into his mouth, and with a "swish", a living person turned into a canary. A quarter of an hour later, with another "swish", Neville changed back.
Facing the booing and applause from his classmates, Neville also smiled innocently.
"Canary biscuits," Fred shouted. "Seven silver siekes a bag. Good deal!"
Hermione on the side smacked her lips in dissatisfaction.
Seamus took one of the two golden eggs that was placed in the most conspicuous place and handed it to Harry.
"Harry, I don't know which golden egg is yours," said Dean, "but it doesn't matter. Open it and let's see the clues inside."
"Do you want me to open it?" Harry said loudly, "Do you all want me to open it?" Edwards could see that Harry was happy from the bottom of his heart.
The classmates were cheering and clapping. Harry pried open the crack on the golden egg with his fingers and used force twice, but it didn't open.
Aeris walked forward and turned the switch on the golden egg. Harry just smiled awkwardly when a shrill howl filled the entire common room.
"Close it quickly, close it quickly..." George shouted.
Harry quickly closed the golden egg in his hand. Caught off guard, Aeris rubbed his damaged ear. Ron couldn't help but complain, "What the hell is this?"
"Your next level is to travel through ghosts, Harry!"
"Could it be resistance to the Cruciatus Curse?"
"Maybe survive a day with this noise?"
The students were discussing it in a buzzing manner.
"Aeris, what do you think?" Harry asked.
"Why don't we sit down and watch it?" Edwards said with a smile, "Well, don't be so nervous, Harry, it's not too late to think about it after Christmas."
Hermione glared at the guy who was not liking what she said, but did not say anything in reply.
The days returned to normal. One afternoon, Hermione mysteriously brought a few people to the Hufflepuff common room.
"Why did you bring us here?" Ron asked puzzled.
Hermione did not answer, but looked at an oil painting on the wall of the corridor. There were various kinds of fruits painted on the painting. Hermione found a pear on it and scratched it with her white fingers. The pear laughed happily and turned into a green doorknob. Hermione opened the painting like a door.
Hermione walked in first, followed by several people. A small figure rushed over and hugged Harry's waist.
Harry said in surprise: "Dobby? Why are you here?"
"This is the Hogwarts kitchen," Hermione said seriously, "a place where the cheap labor of house-elves is endlessly exploited." Hermione's voice was filled with anger.
"No way, Hermione," said Ron in horror, "are you coming here to mobilize them to revolt?"
Hermione glared at Ron and the two began to bicker. Aeris ignored them and a house-elf bowed to Aeris.
"It's great to see you again, good sir!" said Goko.
"I'm happy too, Mr. Goko!" said Aeris. Hearing Aeris say this, several house-elves came over and pulled Aeris to sit down at a long table.
This kitchen is located below the auditorium and is arranged in a similar manner to the auditorium. It is about the same size as the auditorium, with a very high ceiling, four long tables representing the four colleges, and a seat for the guest of honor, exactly the same as in the auditorium.
As Aeris looked around, several house-elves brought over hot tea and snacks. Aeris smiled at them and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, gentlemen, oh... and ladies."
The house-elves were all overjoyed, as if it was a great honor to be thanked by a wizard.
Aries was enjoying afternoon tea while chatting with the house-elves. Dobby dragged Harry to the long table and asked him to sit down. Ron sat next to Harry, and Hermione sat next to Aries with a little emotion.
"I'm so glad Harry Potter came to visit Dobby," Dobby shrieked. "Dobby is so glad."
"So, you come to work at Hogwarts? Dobby!" Harry inquired.
"Yes," Dobby said happily, "Some time ago, Dobby found Mr. Dumbledore and signed a labor agreement with him. Dobby now earns more than 40 gold Galleons a month and has one day off every week..." Dobby's voice sounded excited, but his body was shaking, as if he did not deserve such good treatment.
"My dear gentleman," a female house-elf said to Aeris anxiously, "He is an outlier among us. I hope his strange behavior will not cause you to misunderstand our group."
"Of course not, young lady," Aris said with a smile, "Don't be nervous..."
"He's not weird," said Hermione angrily. "He's the normal one. Look, you all deserve to be paid, have holidays to rest, and have decent clothes to wear. Shouldn't Dobby be your role model?"
All the house-elves looked frozen, and the house-elves in the distance also gathered together. They stuffed some snacks and desserts into the pockets of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and then pushed them out the door.
"Please don't disturb our work anymore," said a house-elf who was obviously old and looked like a leader, in an unfriendly tone, "You are not welcome here, gentlemen and ladies."
The house-elves did not drive Aeris away. Aeris smiled bitterly and shook his head, continuing to enjoy the afternoon tea prepared for him by Goko.
"Please continue to enjoy your meal, Mr. Hufflepuff," said the leader-like house-elf. "If it's not enough, just ask for it."
"My last name is Grindelwald, Sir," Aris said, "not Hufflepuff."
"My name is Pachel, Mr. Grindelwald," Pachel said. "Thousands of years ago, Ms. Hufflepuff saved a group of house-elves. I am one of the descendants of that group of house-elves. Ms. Hufflepuff not only gave our ancestors a way to survive, but also provided them with jobs and a safe life. She took care of the wizards and made us happy. The moment I saw you, the throbbing in my blood told me that you might be a descendant of Ms. Hufflepuff."
"That's not the case, Mr. Pahe," said Aris. "Ms. Hufflepuff left her inheritance in the Forbidden Forest. I was just lucky enough to receive her inheritance."
"That's why we didn't kick you out too," Goko said. "Anyone who is related to Ms. Hufflepuff is equivalent to our master. If you say the same thing as that lady, we will be very sad. Decent clothes are equivalent to dismissal, and vacations and salaries are an insult to us."
Aeris took a sip of tea and put a piece of pastry into his mouth. He squinted his eyes while chewing. "I won't force anyone to do anything," Aeris said, "not even a house elf."
The house-elves all smiled and went back to their respective tasks.
When Aries said goodbye, the house-elves stuffed a lot of snacks and desserts into Aries' pockets, but they seemed a little regretful that they didn't fill Aries' pockets full.
Aeris slowly left the kitchen and just as he went upstairs, he saw Hermione.
"Why weren't you kicked out?" Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "I had a big fight with Ron. Do you think I was wrong?"
"No," Aris said, "Do whatever you want, but I still say that we don't have that much power right now. It's not easy to change people's deep-rooted ideas."
Aris and Hermione talked as they paced in the corridor. "As for why I was not kicked out, I just showed enough kindness. Hermione, if you want to do something for the house-elves, your first step is to make the house-elves recognize you and make them think you are right. This is Einstein's theory of relativity. Making them disgusted with you will not make them agree with your point of view." Aris' tone was a little earnest.
Hermione remained silent, thoughtful.
In a Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was furious and said, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, can you please stop making trouble?"
As the get out of class was about to end, Harry and Ron each held a fake wand produced by Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Harry's fake wand turned into a black crocodile, and Ron's fake wand turned into a guinea fowl.
At this time, the guinea fowl was pecking off the black crocodile's head.
"It seems that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley both like to do childish things that are not in line with their age!" Professor McGonagall said tiredly, and the whole class burst into laughter.
"I have something to announce," said Professor McGonagall. "The Christmas Ball is a traditional event of the Triwizard Tournament. Only students in their fourth year and above can participate. Of course, you can also invite students from lower grades to be your dance partners, so that those students from lower grades can also participate in the ball."
"Everyone stand," said Professor McGonagall, and with a few waves of her wand the desks and chairs moved automatically to the walls.
"The Christmas ball will begin at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve," Professor McGonagall continued, "We can let our hair down and relax then, but don't relax too much. Hogwarts has a long history, and I cannot tolerate your clumsy movements that tarnish the elegance and honor of Hogwarts."
Looking at the students who looked strange, Professor McGonagall said: "There is a beautiful and elegant swan hidden in the body of every girl; there is a lion hidden in the body of every boy..."
"I don't know about the other girls," Ron whispered to Aris and Harry, "but Professor McGonagall definitely doesn't have a swan in her..."
"Mr. Weasley..." Professor McGonagall suddenly called Ron over, "Let's demonstrate this to our classmates. Please put your arms around my waist..."
"What... Can I refuse... Professor..." Ron walked over reluctantly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" said Professor McGonagall dissatisfiedly, "Please put your arms around my waist, and everyone can see my steps clearly, like this... one... two... three... one... two... three..."
Aris nudged Harry's arm with his elbow and said with a smile, "We'll remember this for the rest of our lives."
Harry also smiled and responded: "Of course..."
After the demonstration, it was time to end the get out of class. After the students packed up their school supplies, they walked out. "Mr. Grindelwald, Mr. Potter, the two of you stay for a moment." came Professor McGonagall's voice.
Professor McGonagall sat behind the desk on the podium, busy with her work, without raising her eyelids. "I should have told you," said Professor McGonagall, "you must have your own dance partner. The Yule Ball is led by the Warriors."
"No…you never told us," Harry said quickly.
"So now you know?" Professor McGonagall said without embarrassment, "So, find a dance partner as soon as possible..."