Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 73: It Will Be a War [Third Update]

I'm not in a good mood.

Ian walked through the corridor below the auditorium. Torches on the walls on both sides were burning, and the various decorative paintings showed countless lifelike delicacies.

When they arrived in front of a huge fruit painting, Ian tickled the pear in the painting. The pear painted with paint seemed to be ticklish and twisted into a door handle with a silly grin.

Open the door and go inside.

A room with the same layout as the auditorium appeared in front of Ian. It was extremely spacious inside, with various copper pots and iron cans hanging under the high ceiling.

They sway gently with the occasional breeze, making pleasant tinkling sounds.

On the huge stone stove, the flame automatically adjusts its size under the power of magic, cooking a variety of delicacies, from traditional English breakfast to exotic dishes.

I don’t know which groups the extra meals are for.

"It's a first-year little wizard!"

"The gentleman who likes steak at the Ravenclaw table!"

"He's so clever, he discovered the Hogwarts kitchen on the first day!"

There were many strange-looking creatures in the room, with big ears that were totally disproportionate to their heads, and eyes that bulged out of their faces like frogs' eyes and were about the size of a fist.

With pointed noses, chopstick-like hands and feet, and iconic linen clothes, they are famous house-elves in the wizarding world, former losers whose minds have been transformed by magic for generations.

Before Ian could greet these house elves, a figure carrying a large basin came out of the slaughterhouse. He was much taller than Ian, as tall as an adult.

Ronnie Erich.

Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

This was the second time Ian had run into this professor today.

"Good evening, Ian."

He was holding a basin covered with oilcloth, which gave off a fishy smell. When he walked towards the door and saw Ian, he actually called out Ian's name accurately.

"Good evening, Professor Erich."

Ian responded politely, but he was also a little confused. He had seen this professor at noon, and he was even more arrogant than Snape.

Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic now?

"Go back early, the curfew is about to arrive. Although I fully support the little wizard's night outings, the administrator Filch will definitely not let you go."

"Be careful, that Squib has no good intentions towards us wizards." Ronnie Erich even patted Ian on the shoulder when he walked to the door, smiling and looking in a very good mood.

"I'll be wary of that." Ian nodded.

Ronnie Erich seemed very satisfied with Ian's choice of words.

"Don't be late for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow. I have prepared some great practice props for you."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher patted Ian's head approvingly, then left the kitchen with a large basin of an unknown smelly substance that was still oozing blood.

"Sir, what would you like to eat? Sibby and Sibby's companions are honored to serve you!" The house-elves waited until Ronnie Erich left before they dared to approach Ian.

"Let's have steak, and a glass of lemonade without honey." Ian's choice made the house-elf named Sibby cheer, and several house-elves began to get busy.

"I knew that this gentleman likes to eat steak. Sibby is a qualified elf who knows how to observe!" The house-elf with the biggest ears is Sibby.

He selected a large piece of exquisite fillet for Ian and began to cook it sizzling on the iron plate over a high fire. Another house-elf respectfully handed Ian lemonade.

"That's the taste! Great!"

Ian's face was a little twisted, but his tone was very satisfied.

"Rabbi also knows that sir likes to drink sour lemons! Rabbi is also a qualified elf!" The house elf who handed over the lemonade also began to cheer happily.

House-elves are born to serve wizards with all their heart and soul, and they are responsible for many of the tiring and dirty tasks at Hogwarts.

Appear quietly, and disappear quietly.

What will be left is only the perfect work results.

Many young wizards may not even notice their existence during their years of study, and they will only hear about how diligent and excellent the elves at Hogwarts are.

In fact, it's not just these strange creatures in Hogwarts. House-elves in other places have almost the same personality. They regard their service to their servants as an honor.

This is the "code" that has been magically written into the "genes".

It is the victory reaped by wizards after the end of the ancient war.

"Yes, it's very good, I like it very much." Ian raised his thumb, making the house-elf named Rabbi hold his hands as if he was about to faint with happiness.

"Rabbi was praised by the Ravenclaw master. Rabbi thinks the master is such a generous little wizard!" The shrill voice of the house-elf Rabbi was full of excitement.

This is how their race is. They feel happy because of praise and feel joy because of work. The one that Harry Potter met probably had a genetic mutation.

"Give me another drink!"

As a vested interest, Ian certainly wouldn't want to change anything. If work can make house-elves happy, how can they be considered abused?
Those calls to liberate the house-elves may not be a betrayal of wizards, but in Ian's opinion, the final result will most likely only trigger another round of war.

That's the way nature works.

No race will ever be allowed to exist side by side at the top of the food chain.

"Sir! Your steak!"

The house-elf Sibby brought the perfectly cooked steak, placed it on an exquisite plate, carefully placed the knife and fork on it, and brought it to the table where Ian was sitting like presenting a treasure.

“Great craftsmanship!”

Ian did not hesitate to praise the house-elf Sibby and gave a thumbs up, and it also danced with joy like another house-elf.

Simple praise can satisfy these little elves. Many times, people’s lives are not as comfortable as theirs.

"I hope you can come again next time, sir! The rabbi is always at your service!"

"Same thing, Sibby!"

Before Ian left.

Several elves happily stood at the door to see him off.

"Thank you to our ancestors, thank you to the founders, and thank you to Hogwarts." Ian returned to Ravenclaw with Snape's notes and textbooks, walking at his lazy pace after a full meal.

No one was around.

There is a curfew.

"I have been waiting for this opportunity all day. You should answer me why." The bronze eagle head on the gate asked, but did not raise any interesting questions.

"what?"

Ian, who was prepared for a philosophical debate, was stunned.

"Is this a test?"

Ian whispered tentatively?

My little heart was pounding.

"No, I just hold a grudge."

The bronze eagle head on the door knocker shook its head.

The voice was still soft.

(End of this chapter)