The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

If it's just morning reading, then it certainly fits Hermione's personality, since Hermione can't exactly stay in bed with Dolly.

However, to Dolly's surprise, she heard Hermione and Cho Chang arguing about something from afar.

But when Dolly's footsteps drew closer, they all stopped.

But judging from their flushed faces, the argument was clearly quite heated.

So... what happened?

Can anyone tell me?

Dolly spoke softly, but was met with silence from Cho Chang and Hermione.

Dolly was now in a dilemma. Were they destined to be irreconcilable enemies?

Or are intelligent people actually mutually exclusive?

"If no one says anything, I'll just treat it as a Halloween ghost story."

"Why don't we all smell this tempting pumpkin aroma and then enjoy a delicious pumpkin pie together?"

The air was indeed filled with the enticing aroma of pumpkin, a sign that the hardworking house-elves had been preparing their evening feast since morning.

Even the roof was decorated with giant pumpkins, half a person's height, from Hagrid's species, carved into the shape of monsters, which fit Dolly's description.

Qiu Zhang gave a strained smile and said, "We're waiting for you, but it'll be a while before dinner. Perhaps I can teach you some spells?"

Hermione then reached out and pulled Dolly to her side, saying, "It's not necessary. Dolly and I can handle all of this."

Qiu Zhang nodded, while Dolly's head ached even more.

What exactly happened between them? Can anyone tell me?

Perhaps she should ask a ghost or a house-elf?

Chapter 78, Part 2: Watching mukbang videos with my house-elves.

Dolly then spent the quietest morning of her life since arriving at Hogwarts.

Even when Dolly was planning her revenge against Malfoy a little over a month ago, she wasn't this depressed, because although she wasn't sure of winning, she was confident that she could cause a lot of trouble for the Malfoys.

But now, lacking information, she's really finding it difficult to keep up.

After all, tactical excellence cannot change strategic weakness. If you don't figure out what caused the conflict between the two, and just try to amuse others, Dolly will end up with a character like the red-haired twins.

It's not that Dolly is unwilling to do such a thing because of her pride, but rather that she lacks the potential to force herself to create a certain persona, which would only make her a clown in everyone's eyes.

So Dolly could only wait for the right opportunity.

Hermione didn't have many classes in Ravenclaw today, and after her only class in the afternoon, she wanted to go to the library to read, as she always does.

Dolly then used the excuse of going to see Harry to temporarily separate from Hermione.

But she went to the auditorium, hoping to find out if any ghosts knew what had happened.

Finding the ghosts was not an easy task, so Dolly wandered around for a long time before finally finding the fat monk.

The fat monk is a Hufflepuff ghost, a cheerful fellow.

As a wizard, he became a clergyman, and the reason for this is unknown, but it may lie in the reason why he was assigned to Hufflepuff.

In the end, he was also executed by the priests because they discovered that he used a stick to poke farmers, thus helping them cure smallpox, and that he liked to conjure rabbits from the Holy Grail.

So the fat monk's death was actually filled with injustice and helplessness, but even after his death he remained a happy man and never resented the priests who executed him.

Perhaps that's just Hufflepuff—always kind and honest, a trustworthy and good-natured person.

So when Dolly found him, she received a warm welcome from the fat monk.

The answer, however, disappointed Dolly: "I'm sorry, miss, I wasn't in the auditorium at that time, because ghosts don't need to eat."

"As for the other ghosts, I suspect it's a similar situation."

"People rarely come to the auditorium for breakfast, especially today, when we were still discussing the performance for the Halloween party."

“We’ve come up with hundreds of ideas, but we’ve found that they’ve all been used hundreds of years ago, which is really frustrating.”

"If you really need to ask someone to give up, I suggest you try asking Clefairy, or maybe the house-poms?"

Do you need me to show you the way?

Dolly nodded and, led by the fat monk with great enthusiasm, arrived at Hogwarts' kitchen.

The kitchen door is hidden behind a painting of fruit, and only those who know the secret can enter.

Dolly touched the scratching pear in the painting, then the border slid open to one side, and a small figure peeked out, startled when it saw Dolly.

It was as if they were afraid that Dolly would hit someone at any moment.

Just kidding, when has Dolly ever been such a volatile person?

Dolly immediately flashed a friendly smile, waved to the house-elf, and said, "Hello."

Although the smile seemed a little guilty.

"Hello, Wizard, may I ask what brings you here?"

"Are you hungry? If you are, Dian Dian can give the wizard the pumpkin pie that I just made."

After saying that, Dolly's eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if Dolly eating what it made was the greatest reward for it.

This was not Dolly's illusion, but an undeniable fact.

House-elves are servants of wizards, typically found in ancient wizarding families living in elegant residences such as manors. They must obey all the demands of their masters, i.e., family members, unless they are granted freedom.

They can only gain their freedom when their owners give them clothes to wear.

However, because house-elves are absolutely obedient to wizards, they consider freedom a disgrace, and they feel insulted when someone tries to give them freedom.

If their owners grant them freedom, they will desperately try to win back their owners' favor, even at the cost of their lives, rather than accept clothes—that is, freedom—from their owners.

As for why such a distorted relationship exists, it is partly because wizards have enslaved and brainwashed house-elves for generations, and partly because house-elves are a species created by wizards.

They were created to serve wizards, so giving them freedom is against their nature.

To a modern person like Dolly, this is naturally an incorrect set of values, but it is also the reality of Hogwarts.

Without these house-elves, Hogwarts cannot function on its own with just a few professors.

If Hogwarts were to use its faculty and staff to serve its students instead of its own faculty and staff, then Hogwarts would most likely be unable to continue operating, unless it charged exorbitant tuition fees.

However, considering the wizards' cash flow situation, once tuition fees are charged, many wizards may no longer be able to send their children to school.

At that time, the level of magic in the magic world will drop sharply.

Simply put, enslaving house-elves is not an act of moral depravity by any one person, but rather an act determined by the economic foundation of the entire society.

So even though Dolly disapproves of these things, she won't easily try to change them, because it would be the entire wizarding world that needs to be changed, and Dolly doesn't think she has that kind of ability.

"Okay, Didi, I'm hungry. Can you take me to eat your pumpkin pie?"

A look of surprise appeared on Dian Dian's face. She quickly made way for him and said, "Please come this way, Wizard. I'll go and prepare right away."

Dolly followed Dot's footsteps, bowing and bending down as she entered the Hogwarts kitchen.

Unlike some of the smaller room doors, Hogwarts' kitchen is a huge room with many gleaming copper pots and pans, as well as four tables laden with food, connected to the Great Hall above.

The food that suddenly appeared in front of the students, and the food scraps that were taken away after they finished eating, were all the work of the house-elves.

Although it's not mealtime yet, the place is already bustling with activity. Hundreds of house-elves, each wearing a tea towel emblazoned with the Hogwarts emblem, are methodically going about their tasks.

But when Dolly walked in, all the house-elves were dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at Dolly, at a loss for what to do. One of the house-elves, who looked very old, even roared, "Spot, how could you let the wizard into this messy kitchen?"

“I am not blaming you, Wizard.”

Halfway through his sentence, the old elf turned and bowed to Dolly, then yelled at Spot: "If we soil the wizard's robes or scald his hands and feet with hot soup, we might get a piece of clothing in return."

"He left Hogwarts and became a homeless man with no one to hire him, living a precarious life."

"DianDian, is this what you wanted?"

"Of course, I have no intention of offending you, Wizard. What do you need?"

After scolding Dot until Dot was trembling and almost crying, the old man who kept the elf looked at Dolly respectfully, like an old butler diligently serving Dolly.

Seeing this sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness, Dolly laughed.

She wasn't angry, just felt a sense of novelty, because the tone was somewhat like Kreacher's.

Kreacher was an old house-elf who had worked for the Black family, an ancient dark wizarding family, and lived under the large boiler in the kitchen cupboard.

In the original book, Kreacher received most of the care and affection from the second son, Regulus, in the Black family. He also respected Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy, but Sirius Black treated Kreacher extremely badly.

Although house-elves obey wizards' commands 100%, it doesn't mean they have no autonomy whatsoever.

They would deliberately misinterpret or misunderstand the wizard's orders, and then intentionally mess things up to anger the wizard.

Of course, such situations are extremely rare, and it seems that the little elf in the old house is just unhappy that Dolly came here and caused them trouble.

To deal with such a house-elf, Dolly naturally had to adopt the demeanor of a wizard.

So she stopped smiling and said, "I'm hungry, so I came to find something to eat. I ordered Dian Dian to bring me in. Do you think my decision was wrong?"

The old house-elf immediately adopted a trembling expression and said, "Damn it, Pocket didn't even notice that you were hungry, Wizard."

"Is it that breakfast doesn't suit your taste, or is the portion we made not enough?"

The elderly house-elves who called themselves Pockets made the rest of the house-elves start to show uneasy expressions with just a few words.

If Dolly dislikes them, even if she doesn't punish them, they will isolate their fellow creatures who can't cook good meals—it's hard to say whether they even have the concept of fellow creatures.

Dolly didn't follow Pocket's lead. Instead, she said, "No, I was very sick before, and I need to eat more to replenish my food. I don't know when I'll get hungry."

Dolly took all the blame upon herself and said, "I want to eat the pumpkin pie that Dian Dian made. How much longer do I have to wait?"

Dian Dian's ears perked up with excitement, and she said, "Dian Dian will bring it to you right away."

After saying that, Dian Dian snapped her fingers.

A whole pumpkin pie flew out of the oven in the distance, followed by a knife flying through the air, cutting off a small piece that automatically fell onto a plate.

The next second, Dot used magic to push the plate in front of Dolly and then bowed to her.

Clearly, Dian Dian has a strong desire to perform.