The crowd was noisy, and the young wizards were all around Fred and George, waiting for them to come up with more prank products.
Pig's tail candy and Canary Creams were very popular, and there were continuous sounds of deformation and laughter in the crowd.
Only Hermione did not go up to join in the fun, she crouched quietly on the sofa, staring at the fire in the fireplace.
Hermione's bright brown eyes were shining with the beating flames, frowning slightly as she seemed to be thinking hard.
Looking at her, Evan knew that she must still be thinking obsessively about the house-elves in the kitchens.
He knew Hermione too well. Since she knew how to get into the kitchens, she was definitely planning to do something there.
Indeed, in the middle of the party, she sneaked out alone.
Evan, who had been watching Hermione, sighed and hurried to follow.
In the dim corridor, Hermione turned like a kitten when she heard footsteps behind her.
"Why did you follow me?" She looked at Evan in surprise.
"I know you're going to the kitchen to find the house-elves, I'll go with you," said Evan seriously.
He had visited the kitchen several times during his nighttime adventures in the castle, but he had not gone deep into it.
Imagine the scene, in the middle of the night; him sneaking into the school kitchen to find something to eat.
As soon as he entered, he was surrounded by a group of house-elves who came out of nowhere to his knee level.
They stared with their big bulging eyes, looked respectfully at the master, and asked in a shrill voice what he needed.
Before he even spoke, more house-elves continued to appear, lighting the fire and making food on their own initiative.
He was just a little hungry, going to the kitchen to see if there were any cookies, pies or anything left over from dinner, but these house-elves were very enthusiastic to prepare a sumptuous banquet for him. They could even cook a cow if necessary.
Although it was late at night, although they had been surprised in their sleep by his intrusion, even though the delicious dishes were all very troublesome to cook, despite all the difficulties, they never complained.
The house-elves only use a humble tone to ask if he were satisfied, and if he needed more food.
If the expression on his face seemed slightly dissatisfied, they would voluntarily punish themselves, with profound respect, humility, and ... fear...
This scene was so embarrassing that Evan had only experienced it once and didn't want to try it again.
After that, whenever he wanted to eat, he was to ask Dobby to get him some food to the Common Room.
Regardless of whether Hermione's concept of defending the elves' rights was correct or not, Evan believed it was really necessary to change the minds of the house-elves. They really didn't have to do that, even if they were slaves of wizards...
This was also the main reason why Evan planned to accompany Hermione to the kitchen tonight. He also wanted to do something for the house-elves.
Also, considering that Hermione might be too excited at the sight of so many elves, Evan thought it necessary to keep an eye on her to prevent her from doing anything wrong.
Besides, he had consulted a lot of information about Helga Hufflepuff's life and speculated on the location of the key to the secret treasure she had left behind.
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Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)
FanfictionA teenager named Evan Mason, who traverses into the magical world of Harry Potter and enrolls at Hogwarts! Armed with knowledge of the future and a gift for magic, he embarks on a journey to conquer the heights of the wizarding world, only to discov...