Chapter 611 Hufflepuff's House-Elf
When a stone is thrown into the water, in addition to splashing a huge splash, it will also cause layers of ripples to scatter outward, thus affecting the originally calm water surface.
When Rove came to this world, he was like a stone thrown into the water. The longer he stayed, the more ripples he would make, and the more things would be affected.
This is the so-called butterfly effect.
Therefore, the opening method of the golden egg is no longer the original way of listening underwater, which is the result of his influence.
But even roasting with fire is not enough, which is really beyond Rove's expectation. After all, fire and water are not enough, so what other methods are there?
Fortunately, the second project will be in February next year, and the time is still early, so there is no need to worry too much now, their top priority is to eat and sleep.
It's not time for meal yet, and there must be no food in the auditorium, but for Rove, there is still a hot meal.
This is the confidence that Hufflepuff House brought him!
Rove led the three girls into the castle, passed through the foyer, turned left, passed through a door, and came to a wide stone corridor.
Both Hermione and Fleur have been here, because it leads to Hufflepuff College, but when passing by the pile of vinegar barrels in front of the lounge door, Rove did not stop, but continued to move forward.
Hermione couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?"
"Hufflepuff House... branch!" Rove said.
Hermione looked shocked. She has been at Hogwarts for three and a half years, why haven't she heard that Hufflepuff still has a branch? !
Shirley, who followed closely behind Rove, explained with a smile, "It's the Hogwarts kitchen."
Hermione groaned, remembering that Rove had definitely mentioned the Hogwarts kitchen, which was to the left of the Hufflepuff lounge, but she had never been there.
Fu Rong asked in surprise, "Can students enter the school kitchen casually?"
"Of course, the students of our academy come here to get supper every night." Rove blinked.
He had meant to say that Hufflepuffs could do without a kitchen any more than Paris, France could do without riots.
But after thinking about it, it might involve the milk method, so I didn't say it in front of Furong.
Soon, pictures appeared in the corridor, all of which were food, which greatly increased the appetite.
"These are all drawn by Professor Hufflepuff." Rove walked to a picture of a phoenix, turned his head, and said with a smile: "Well, I drew this one!"
Shirley pursed her lips and laughed. Rove had to show off every time he came to the kitchen in the past few months.
Hermione said in disbelief: "Why is your painting hanging here?"
"Good artistry, high intentions, and strong rules!" Luo Fu admired, "It's really a perfect masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and it will be buried here!"
Fu Rong looked at the painting and said it was a picture of a phoenix, but it looked more like a chicken pecking rice, so her eyes were full of doubts:
Rove said "good artistry, high conception, and strong composition", how does it have anything to do with this painting?
Hermione quickly realized that this must have been drawn by him a thousand years ago, so that Hufflepuff could hang it here for future generations of students to look up to.
Bah, what a thick skin!
Rove walked to a painting, which was a huge silver bowl full of fruits. He stretched out his fingers and gently scratched the big green pear.
Pear seemed to be ticklish, squirmed, giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.
Rove opened the door, made a welcome gesture, and said with a smile: "Welcome to the Hufflepuff College branch—come in quickly!"
Shirley walked in with ease, Hermione and Fleur followed closely behind, and Rove finally stepped into the kitchen and closed the door by the way.
The kitchen, as large as the Great Hall, was filled with gleaming pots and pans, and gleaming silverware.
Four long wooden tables were placed in the center of the room, and their positions completely corresponded to the positions of the four college dining tables in the auditorium.
Obviously, after all the food is cooked, it will be put here first, and then transferred to the corresponding table in the auditorium through magic.
Hearing someone coming in, at least a hundred elves came out. When they saw Rove and the others, they all laughed, bowed, and curtseyed.
The house-elves all wore the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it.
Of course, only one is a different species, with a teapot warmer on its head, and a lot of colorful badges pinned to it;
A horseshoe-patterned tie draped over his bare chest, what looked like children's soccer shorts, and two mismatched socks.
If it is a weird dress, it is very conspicuous among the house elves.
Rove recognized it as Dobby - a former employee of the Malfoys - the two of whom had met two years earlier.
At that time, Rove didn't find Tom's diary with Ginny, so he found Draco and asked him to call Dobby and ask about the whereabouts of the diary.
Afterwards, Rove was worried about being noticed by Lucius, so he gave Draco and Dobby both the amnesia potion made from the venom of the Winged Demon.
The effect looked pretty good, at least two years had passed, and Dobby still didn't recognize Rove.
Hearing some people asking for food, six house-elfs hurried up, carrying a large silver tray with a lot of food on it:
A large pot of milk, a plate of hazelnut egg yolk cake, osmanthus purple potato yam cake, butter purple potato rolls, matcha berry crepes...
"It's so rich!" Hermione picked up a piece of hazelnut egg yolk pastry, took a big bite, and looked at the house elves curiously.
It was the first time she saw them, and she was surprised: "Has Hogwarts hired so many house elves to cook for us?"
Rove and Shirley looked at each other without saying a word, while Furong said in doubt:
"Hire? Aren't house-elves slaves to wizards? Do wizards in England pay house-elves?"
"Slave?" Hermione froze. "The house-elves are our slaves?"
"Yes." Rove nodded, "Hermione, I told you that after the doomsday catastrophe, those ancient wizards failed, and the house elves changed from their slaves to our slaves."
"So..." Hermione narrowed her eyes and said, "These house elves have no wages and no holidays, and they serve us like machines?"
"Yes." Rove nodded.
Hermione's face turned pale for a moment, she looked at the food on the plate, and then put the hazelnut meringue in her hand on the plate.
"This is slave labor," said Hermione, breathing very heavily. "It's all slave labor."
Hermione wanted to say something else, but Shirley suddenly said, "Rolf, look there!"
Rove turned his head and looked into the distance. Above the fireplace, there was a portrait of Hufflepuff. She was holding a small gold cup, and by her side... was a house elf.
Rove's eyes widened. He thought that the house elf would leave immediately, but who knew it said in an old voice:
"Someone is trying to get into Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets."
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