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With a light snap of her fingers, Hermione felt the world spinning before her eyes. When she came to her senses, she found herself in a brightly lit hall.

"Don't be nervous, this is just a meeting room for our house elves to hold democratic meetings." Aura walked to the main seat and sat in an armchair. "Everyone, please take a seat." As soon as the voice fell, the chairs on both sides automatically opened to allow Harry and the others to sit down.

"You, what exactly do you want to do?" Ron was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking.

"I'll tell you the answer." Aura spread his hands and said, "You want to clear Dumbledore's name, right? I can tell you what happened that day. Sorry, I don't have any snacks here. I only have barbecue. Do you want any?"

"No, thank you." Harry shook his head quickly. He didn't dare to eat the meat roasted by these house elves. He even didn't dare to think about what ingredients these house elves used to roast the meat.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point." Aura snapped her fingers again, and a screen like a projection appeared out of thin air. The scene playing on the screen was the Ministry of Magic's operation to capture house elves that day.

The entire scene was played very briefly, only about ten minutes in total. After it ended, Harry, Ron, and Hermione finally understood the truth of what happened that day.

"I knew it, I knew it! Professor Dumbledore can't be a traitor!" Ron seemed very excited and shouted loudly.

But Harry and Hermione fell silent.

They also believed that this video could indeed help Dumbledore clear his name, but there was a big problem: although they saw the video, others could not.

Could they still expect the leader of the house elves before them to stand up and clear Dumbledore's name?

Don't even think about it, it's impossible.

They had seen from the Ministry of Magic's actions that these house-elves had completely lost hope in the wizarding community. They would neither help nor trust any wizards anymore.

"Now that you have seen the truth of the matter, do you have any other questions?" Ola tilted his head and asked.

"Why are you showing this to us?" Hermione pondered for a moment and said, "What exactly is your purpose?"

Hermione absolutely didn't believe that the house-elf before her was a pure good person, coming to help them solve their problems. There must be other conspiracies and calculations behind this, otherwise they wouldn't be left here.

"The purpose, of course, is to make our people's lives better." Aura smiled and said, "So I need a channel to communicate with Hogwarts. And you are the key to this channel."

"We?" Harry was stunned, his expression dull.

He couldn't understand how they could be used as keys. Could they influence the will of the professors at Hogwarts? That was ridiculous.

Ola smiled again, but did not answer them. Instead, she turned and walked out of the meeting room.

528 Hermione's Reluctance

"Hey, what does he mean by this?" Ron asked cautiously until Ola's back completely disappeared: "Just leave us here and forget about it?"

Harry was silent for a moment, then guessed, "Maybe he's just hungry and going to have dinner."

"Damn it, does that mean it's going to torture us when it comes back from dinner?" Ron took a breath, a look of worry and fear on his face. "We're really screwed now."

"I don't think it should be that brutal." Hermione looked around. The furnishings of this conference room were a bit simple.

There were no fancy decorations or pleasing paintings. Besides the necessary tables, chairs, and wall lamps, there were no extraneous facilities.

So, is it just for practicality?

Standing up, she cast her gaze out the window again. The house-elves were still dancing around the bonfire, while the others were busy with their own things, chatting and laughing.

"It seems that they have really adapted to this independent life." Hermione concluded after a long time.

"What did you say?" Ron looked up, confused.

"Those house-elves originally existed only to serve wizards." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said, "But here, they seem to have found a new meaning in life."

"But they're all criminals, and they even attacked their own masters!" Ron shouted, "Have you forgotten what the newspapers said about how miserable those attacked wizards were? They were even surrounded and tried by the rebellious house-elves!"

"It's indeed tragic." Hermione turned her head and said, "But we also saw that those wizards who were tried had done very excessive things to the house-elves, right? Even so, those elves did not kill them."

"That's right, those wizards did something really extreme first." Harry nodded in agreement and said, "Especially the house-elf named Lola. She suffered the most miserable fate."

Not only were his parents tortured to death by the woman from the Pollardgera family, but he himself had been treated like a toy for over a decade. This was something Harry couldn't imagine. Compared to this house-elf, his experience at the Dursleys' was like living in paradise.

"Okay, I admit the house-elves are right in this fight." Ron, convinced by his two companions, sighed. "But what does this have to do with us? Why are we involved? And what is that damn key, anyway?"

"I think it's better to think about how we can get out of this trouble instead of thinking about it," Harry reminded.

"What's tied to you is some kind of magical artifact. I have no idea how to remove it." Hermione observed Harry and Ron carefully for a long time, her face full of distress. "We should have brought Professor Ziklein here as well."

Ron sighed dejectedly, "If you had told him this before, we would never have left Hogwarts. We wouldn't have suffered here."

"We were too arrogant." Harry shook his head and said, "We thought every house-elf was the same one we'd seen before. We didn't expect there were actually some special ones."

"I don't think it's even a special individual." Hermione took a breath and said, "Did you hear what it said earlier? Four hundred years ago... Is it possible for a house-elf to live up to four hundred years?"

"It's impossible in the books, but I don't know now." Ron replied with a sigh.

Aura's appearance completely shattered his perception of house-elves. He had never even dreamed of a house-elf that could rival Dumbledore.

"By the way, have you seen Dobby?" Harry suddenly asked.

"It seems like it wasn't brought here in the first place." Ron frowned and thought, "That house-elf in a tuxedo seems to have completely ignored it. Sure enough, that guy is a traitor!"

"I don't think so." Hermione shook her head and said, "If it really was a traitor, there would be no need for it to deny itself at that time."

Boom.

As if to confirm Hermione's words, a milky white beam of light suddenly descended from mid-air onto the house-elf settlement. When the light faded, the figures of Dumbledore and Dobby appeared in the center of the camp.

"Hey, we're saved!" Ron shouted excitedly, "It's Dumbledore! Dobby called Dumbledore to save us!"

"Is that the house-elf?" Harry also saw Dumbledore, his expression equally excited. But at the same time, he also saw Aura appear across from Dumbledore as if by teleportation. "It doesn't seem surprised by Dumbledore's arrival?"

"I think I understand what the key means." Hermione muttered to herself as she watched the scene. "So this is how it's used."

Dobby was definitely let go by Aura on purpose, so that he could return to deliver a message to Dumbledore. And they were kept as hostages so that the other party could use them to negotiate with Dumbledore?

Throughout this incident, these little wizards had essentially walked headfirst into a trap set by someone else. They were so smug about it, it was embarrassing to think about it.

Hopefully, the conditions for this house-elf aren't too harsh.

At this moment, Hermione could only pray like this. Besides praying, she could do nothing else.

Powerless!

This deep feeling of powerlessness stung the little witch's heart. She, always proud of herself, simply couldn't accept this kind of setback. Whether in terms of wisdom, strategy, or combat prowess, she was completely and utterly defeated!

Seeing the frustrated expression on her face, Jellal in front of the screen smiled playfully.

He approved of the gift that Aura had carefully prepared for him. The expression on the girl's face was indeed amusing to him. He also believed that after this incident, Hermione would definitely make great progress and grow, which would also be of great benefit to her.

Jellal shut off the screen and closed his eyes. Several brightly colored, irregularly pulsating balls gradually appeared behind his head.

529 Samurai's Honor

Although those light balls are colorful and dazzling, it is actually impossible for ordinary people to capture them with the naked eye.

Not only could ordinary people not see it, even if Jellal took a selfie and sent it to the group, the image would not appear. This was because these light balls were all regular.

Of course, if it were ordinary rules... with group rules taking precedence, it would be perfectly presented. However, these light balls contained no ordinary rules. Instead, they were balls of rules derived from the integration of the characteristics of group rules.

That’s right, it’s the group rules.

After years of research, Jellal finally grasped some of the characteristics of group rules. Even if it was only superficial, it was a qualitative leap for him.

These partial group rules serve as a veneer, while the core is the authority and rules of each world. Add to this the various rules and laws that Jellal had previously comprehended, and this is the structure of his current abilities.

According to the cosmic world's classification of divine realms, he was now at least at the level of a major god. Although he couldn't compare to the Creator God or the Supreme God, he was already quite terrifying.

And don't forget, Gerald is only fourteen years old now.

In the vast and lengthy lifespan of a god, fourteen years seemed like a fleeting moment. For an ordinary god, mastering even a tiny bit of the rules and increasing their divine power over hundreds of years would already be considered exceptional.

However, Jellal rose from a lower-level god to a supreme god in just a few years. This was a miracle among miracles, a rarity even in the vast universe.

However, Gerard did not become proud of this, because he knew very well that he had not reached the realm of true invincibility.

Even though he had already mastered all the existing rules, he had not yet reached the point where they could be integrated with each other. Getting them to "integrate" with each other was a huge hurdle.

Only after integration can one try to transcend and control.

Gerard felt that only by reaching this level could he become truly powerful, just like the Chaos Gods of the prehistoric world, becoming the perfect embodiment of the rules.

But this is still a long way to go for him, and the climbing journey has just begun at the starting point.

hum.

As Jellal's thoughts flashed through his mind, the ball of rules behind his head began to form strands of silk threads. These threads seemed slender, but they connected the various rules one after another. The various lights of rules also communicated and merged with each other through these threads.

The light flickered again, and the balls of rules disappeared one after another.

Jellal opened his eyes again and opened the group chat. The interaction of rules is a passive process, impossible to advance through human will. So, just check the progress occasionally and do whatever else you need to do.

Book artist: Damn, these bastards are so disgusting!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Anti-human, these reactionary warlords are indeed anti-human in nature.

This is an actor: what happened?

Lazy Kitten: It’s the picture Uncle Nine posted earlier. He and that revolutionary girl found a companion, but that companion had already…

Without the kitten saying anything, Jellal had already seen the picture.

It was also a woman, but clearly older than the girl. Her body was covered in a white cloth, revealing only her face. But even that face was covered in knife wounds and bite marks.

From this, we can judge what kind of abuse she suffered before her death.

Lin Fengjiao: It wasn’t done by these warlord soldiers, it was done by my senior brother’s good son.

Lin Jiu's face was filled with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. The girl standing next to him clenched her fists, trying hard to hold back tears.

The companion who died here was someone she once considered a sister. She had always taken good care of her and always smiled at everyone in the liaison department.

But now, she had turned into a cold corpse lying in front of him.

"Shi Jian..." Lin Jiu took a breath and turned his gaze to the frightened soldier beside him. "That's the great wizard you mentioned. Where is he now?"

"He, he and the Marshal both live in the Jade Emperor Pavilion at the very back." The soldier didn't dare to hide anything and shouted, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

He was truly terrified. He had never seen anyone kill five people with just one drop of water. Furthermore, these five people were all his comrades, and they died instantly without them even realizing it.

It was obvious that the person before him was also a figure similar to the Archmage. Moreover, judging by the situation, he was the Archmage's enemy.

"Yuhuang Pavilion?" Lin Jiu was stunned and sneered, "You are so arrogant." He pointed his finger and an invisible force knocked the soldier unconscious.

If possible, he didn't want to cause too much killing. But this only applies to those who have not committed crimes, and those who are killed by him are definitely not good people.

"Let's go to the next place. I hope it's still in time." Lin Jiu looked at the woman with wide-open eyes lying on the ground again, and walked out of the room with the silent girl.

Curly-haired boy: This bastard is such a beast! Promise me, don't let him go!

Hatchet Girl: Uncle Jiu knows what’s going on, Gin-san, don’t add fuel to the fire.

In Gui Yanye's opinion, he was Uncle Jiu's son after all. Some things should be kept in the mind of everyone, otherwise it would make Uncle Jiu sad.

Curly: Humph, that's why I'm calling out the subject! Some people don't deserve any sympathy! When it's time to cut ties, don't be soft-hearted!

Book artist: I feel like what you said has a hidden meaning. What's wrong with the wig?

Curly-haired guy: Who is the wig? I don’t even recognize him!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Are you getting into trouble again? Enough is enough. If you don't cooperate properly... you may not have enough time.

Skirt-lifting maniac: He'll be grounded, really! I feel like An Ran-san isn't kidding, he's serious!

Curly-haired guy: Gin-san knows about that kind of thing, but that bastard Wig doesn’t cooperate with me at all!

Wig: When you say cooperation, do you mean that I should wear women's clothing to seduce the nightclub manager? Gintoki, no samurai with a sense of honor would do such a thing!

530 Sneak Attack

Curly: Pfft! Are you fucking serious? Gin-san, what did I hear? Samurai's glory? Hey, hey, that's funnier than sesame paste on a watermelon. You idiot, you have something called Samurai's glory?

Skirt Lifter: Uh, if you don't understand, just ask. What's so funny about sesame paste on watermelon?

Hatchet Girl: Maybe this is just a Gintoki joke we don't get. But Wig-san, this Samurai's Glory isn't for you. It's a bit too far-fetched, really.

Wig: Well, it's true that many of the things I did in the past were a bit outrageous. But asking me to dress up as a woman to seduce a man is really outrageous and too much!

Curly Hair: Damn it, you're talking as if you've never seduced a man in women's clothing before! You bastard, don't forget the origin of your online name "Wig Hair"! And what about the "Men's Girls' House"? Have you forgotten your past?

Wig: There wasn't... that humiliating period that went against my will! But it was all for a living, Gintoki! When I was working at the men's house, I could at least make 400,000 yen a month.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Poof!