A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Your master is not so weak that I need you to shield me from the curse."

A hint of confusion flashed in Abe's innocent and clear eyes. "Does Master mean I have to just watch?"

Aaron chuckled, rubbed its head, and said, "Good loyalty, keep it up."

"Just standing by and watching is definitely not an option. Without my orders, if you launch a sneak attack or I'm unable to resist, you can do whatever you want."

"understood."

Aaron nodded in satisfaction, took out Wicht's magic notebook from its pocket, and prepared to improve his proficiency in ultimate elemental magic and also study other applications of elemental magic.

However, after he had only drawn a few pictures, a shadow appeared on his desk.

Looking up, I saw Hermione pouting, looking angry, helpless, and nervous all at the same time.

"What happened to you...? Did someone offend you?"

Hermione sat directly opposite Aaron, placed a box on the table, and opened it to reveal badges of various colors, all bearing the name SPEW.

"Pick one!"

"You have to tell me what this thing is first?"

"Can't you tell?" Hermione said with some regret. "This is the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association, which I just founded."

Aaron seemed to understand something and tentatively asked, "An illegal assembly?"

"No, it's just a regular club," Hermione explained, blushing. "You probably have house-elves at home, right?"

"There are a few, why are you asking?"

"Do they get paid? Do they get sick leave or allowances?"

Chapter 352 Selling Badges, Getting Stuck in the Pit Without Knowing Why

“No, none of them.” Ya Lunlun shook his head naturally.

"What?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "Slave labor exists in your household too."

"You can't say things like that lightly," Aaron said in a low voice. "Many wizarding families keep house-elves, and if the words 'slave labor' get out..."

"Would I offend a lot of people?" Hermione said nonchalantly.

"You're overthinking it. You'll just be seen as an idiot."

Although I don't mean to discourage you, nobody cares about this kind of thing, not even house-elves.

You want to fight for their rights, but what if they don't even want those rights in the first place?

"That's impossible. Nobody doesn't want a good life."

“That’s just how house-elves are,” Aaron said speechlessly. “Providing better service to wizards unconditionally is their greatest pursuit. What you’re trying to fight for for them is an outright insult.”

Of course, I don't deny that there are one or two oddballs in this group who might fight for their meager rights despite the contempt and indifference of their fellow tribesmen...

Aaron's voice abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence, as a pair of angry eyes appeared on the other end.

Gulu!

"Um... I'm telling the truth, what you're doing is completely pointless."

Hermione remained unmoved, simply pushing the box of badges forward a dozen centimeters. "Want to join the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association?"

“That would make me look stupid, very… cruel,” Aaron said with a troubled expression. “I’ve thought about giving my house-elves some preferential treatment before, but when I brought it up, they were heartbroken as if their parents had died, and even felt that they had done something wrong and started punishing themselves.”

"And then?" Hermione asked, intrigued.

"Then I gave up. I couldn't force them to accept the benefits, could I?"

Actually, my house-elves are quite lucky. At least my family and I don't punish them arbitrarily. Apart from not paying them, we still give them the necessary respect." Aaron said, counting on his fingers, "Clean and decent clothes, warm rooms, and healthy meals a day have never been neglected for them."

In some ways, their treatment is already much better than that of the impoverished.

Hearing this, Hermione smiled happily and picked out a silver badge from the box. "Now I'd much rather you join the Elf Rights Promotion Association."

Aaron paused for a moment, then said somewhat awkwardly, "Wasn't I clear enough?"

“I understand, but that’s precisely why I’m inviting you to join,” Hermione said crisply. “I did some research, and the slavery of elves dates back centuries.”

Many wizards have been abusing house-elves to this day, but the way the Gaius family treats house-elves could be a short-term example for us.

The long-term goal is to give elves the right to use wands and to qualify them for positions in the Department of Magical Creatures Control.

"Excuse me for interrupting," Aaron waved his hand. "Remove the 'we,' don't include me."

Hermione, however, shoved the badge into Aaron's hand without saying a word. "Two Sickles, here's the money for the badge."

"Uh... if you're short of money, I can lend you some, interest-free, you don't need to sell this thing."

"What are you thinking?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "This is membership fee, used to print flyers."

"Sorry, I'm very busy." Aaron pushed the badge back, politely declining.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, "You're just the honorary vice president, you don't need to do anything."

Aaron sighed and facepalmed. "I've already explained myself to you this clearly, are you not understanding or are you just pretending not to understand?"

“Joining won’t cost you anything,” Hermione said with a smile.

“But there’s no benefit to it either.” Aaron said bluntly. “Past experience tells me that it’s better to avoid trouble. My intuition tells me that this house-elf rights association is meaningless. My twitching right eyelid tells me that this is a bit of a hassle, and I don’t want to get involved.”

“Alright!” Hermione sighed slightly. “You guessed it, I’m actually here to sell badges.”

puff!

Aaron chuckled and gave her a thumbs up, saying, "You're amazing, you really are amazing."

"Buy it or not?" Hermione asked smugly, raising an eyebrow.

"Give me the money," Aaron said helplessly.

Abe turned his face away unhappily, rummaged in his pocket for a while with his two paws, and pulled out two silver coins.

"As the vice president..."

"Hmm?" Aaron glared at Hermione. I'll give you one more chance to rephrase your words.

"Ahem! Considering our friendship of over three years, shouldn't you give me a little more support?"

Aaron rolled his eyes in exasperation, while Abe reluctantly pulled out two gold Galleons and two silver Sickles from his pocket and put them together.

If it were money to buy something, it would be fine, but now it feels like money is being wasted.

"Thank you so much. You definitely won't regret it later."

"Hehe! May I ask how many members this so-called Little Elf Rights Promotion Association has?"

“Two, but soon there will be four,” Hermione said confidently. “I plan to have Ron manage the dues as treasurer, and Harry as secretary to keep records.”

Aaron's lips twitched, realizing he had unwittingly jumped into a deep pit.

He was about to say something when Hermione grabbed a few books and quickly left the library, leaving only a silver badge on the table.

"It seems that getting out of this mess won't be so easy." Aaron sighed and put away the silver SPEW badge.

Abe crouched down in front of Aaron. It could sense its owner's helplessness; it wanted to comfort him but didn't know how to say it.

"It's alright, he's just the honorary vice president!"

"Everything will be alright... I think!"

Having inexplicably joined a club with no future, Aaron lost interest in practicing magic circles and returned to the Slytherin common room with Abe in his arms.

......

Inside the Divine Hall, the Thought Entity was testing the performance of a flintlock pistol.

As for the target, it was a giant rock made of earth elemental magic, and he had specially carved a high-level defensive magic circle on it.

As magic continued to flow into the gun, the golden patterns on both sides became even more dazzling.

boom!

The bullet was fired from the gun, and the round marble struck the boulder in an instant.

A yellow defensive magic circle immediately appeared, resisting the strong impact of the bullets.

Click!

Debris flew everywhere, followed by an explosion. The magic circle shattered at an extremely fast speed, and a large gap was punched into the boulder.

After piercing the boulder, the bullet did not stop, but crashed straight into the wall of the Temple of Divine Sound.

A more complex magic circle appeared, but after a brief stalemate, the circular bullet was crushed into dust by this magic power.

"My marksmanship is still pretty good," Aaron said smugly.

"This is the maximum power this gun can currently achieve, somewhere between advanced and ultimate elemental magic. Each shot consumes about one-tenth of my magic energy, but if we combine, the consumption will be much less."

The ancestor Arg's assessment was accurate: one can wound a dragon, but it's difficult to kill it.

Abe turned his face away unhappily, seemingly quite disgusted by his master's comparison to a dragon.

"We weren't talking about you; we were just talking about ordinary dragons."

"You're only in your juvenile form now, so this gun can still pierce your dragon scales, but once you're an adult, this gun will pose no threat to you."

Abe poked at itself with its paws in frustration. That's what it said, but it's still a long time before it reaches adulthood.

Its potential far exceeds that of ordinary dragons, but its growth rate is exceptionally slow. Even with its owner's occasional attempts to "force its growth," it is still only in its juvenile stage.

Aaron picked Abe up. "Don't think too much. There's a long road ahead. With me around, you'll grow up much faster."

Abe nodded eagerly, without a doubt.

"You've tried it too, do you have any suggestions for improvement?"

"Hmm... I don't have any suggestions for modification. The craftsmanship of our ancestor Alger is impeccable." The thought entity said after a moment of thought, "But the gun is fine, the bullets are a different story."

Ordinary bullets can be barely replaced with transformation magic, after all, this is a magical firearm.

However, special bullets require special materials and special manufacturing methods, which are very resource-intensive.

"I'll find the materials for the bullets when I have time," Aaron said. He wasn't in a hurry, and he didn't need the gun at the moment.

"That's good. I will dedicate some of my time to learning about enchanting and gun maintenance."