I opened a blind box at Hogwarts

Chapter 30 A Test
Although the house elves are almost invisible in Hogwarts castle, once students come to the kitchen, the house elves can be said to be the ultimate care.

I am very happy and even happy to give students a small cooking, and even many students are satisfied with all kinds of strange tastes.

From the point of view of the house-elves, this is to repay the favor of Ms. Hufflepuff.

Under Joshua's persuasion, Hermione finally sat safely at the long table and got something to eat.

However, he still looked absent-mindedly at the house elves who were busy around him.

"They are house-elves?" Although I learned about it in the book, it was the first time Hermione saw it with her own eyes, so that her usual calm personality was a little bit gone. The oppression of elves is really too cruel!"

"But isn't that what they are?" Neville took the time to say, but Hermione quickly snapped back.

"Don't say a few words!" Hermione knew Neville's family, so she asked Joshua, who was also born in a Muggle family, for his opinion.

"Hermione, I know what you're thinking, but you have to know one thing," Joshua continued after taking a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, "We are just anonymous students now, and we can only take care of ourselves and the few people around us." We are just friends, we currently do not have any strength to change a consensus that has been deeply rooted in the magic world for many years."

Joshua wanted to persuade Hermione. Since she learned about the situation of the house-elves in the original book, she has been committed to helping the house-elves. For this reason, she began to work hard during school, but most of them were paid for. East flow.

"But."

Joshua's realistic words hit Hermione's heart. Although she was full of resentment, she didn't refute Joshua because she knew it was true.

Feeling the girl's loss, Joshua didn't say any more words, but just caressed himself and stroked Hermione's back with his own palm.

"Okay, now that we've eaten and drank enough, it's time to get down to business."

After the three of Joshua finished eating, the old house elf who had served the three before snapped his fingers casually, and the plate in front of the three returned to a clean and tidy appearance.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality." Joshua first thanked the house elf, and then continued, "I wonder if we can ask a question?"

"My name is Buck, you can call me that." Although the old house-elf who called himself Buck looked very similar to Kreacher, who was also a house-elf, his speech and personality were more gentle.

"Then Buck, I would like to ask you to tell me the details about the Deathday Party."

Joshua stood up from his seat and looked down at the house elf who was only half his height.

Hearing Joshua's question, Buck, who said he knew everything, hesitated. He lowered his head from time to time and kept thinking, and raised his head from time to time, hesitant to speak, and fell into a dilemma for a while.

"Tell us, please!"

Hermione, who was already impatient, grabbed Buck's shoulders and shook them non-stop.

"Hermione, you don't have to do this, maybe this is what I deserve."

Neville, who had a full stomach, regained his sanity, but at the moment his face was more pale, with a sense of powerlessness on his face.

"It's not that Buck doesn't want to tell you, but it's really hard to tell."

Buck was very frustrated and blamed himself. He even grabbed the metal dinner plate and smashed his head crazily, but was quickly stopped by Joshua.

The commotion between the three of them and the house-elf has already attracted the attention of other house-elves in the kitchen, and of course a mural.

"Let them come over."

The light and elegant voice came, which made the three of Joshua focus on the huge mural hanging in front of the kitchen.

In fact, many people think that the founder Ms. Helga Hufflepuff is similar even if she is completely different because of the dean of Hufflepuff, Professor Pomona Sprout.

But in fact, judging from the portraits in the murals, Helga Hufflepuff is a slightly plump and beautiful lady.

She curled her eyebrows and kissed her lips and teeth, all showing a full aristocratic demeanor.She is holding her own hand, sitting in a posture similar to that of "Mona Lisa's Smile", looking at the three people standing under the mural with a pair of kind eyes.

To be honest, Joshua had wanted to inquire about the Deathday Party from the portraits in the murals, but considering that most of these portraits were Dumbledore's eyes and ears, he dismissed the idea.

Looking at the portrait of Ms. Helga Hufflepuff now, Joshua inevitably felt uncertain at the moment.

"Where did you hear about the death party?"

Although Ms. Hufflepuff is very kind, she is still full of dignity when questioning.

Hermione and Joshua looked at each other for a long time, and finally let Neville take out the invitation letter.

"I see. It seems that you are the new testee."

Joshua took a step forward and asked, "May I ask what test you are talking about? Deathday party?"

All that could be answered was Ms. Hufflepuff's more enigmatic smile.

Neville was holding the invitation letter that could not be destroyed before. At this moment, he was not afraid, but more despair of losing hope.

"Go, go and participate. The secret treasure we left in Hogwarts back then, now we use the ghosts as testers to give the secret treasure to the wizard who can really get it."

After saying this, Ms. Hufflepuff, who was still alive and well, is now silent and motionless, just like a painting.
No matter how much Joshua and Hermione yelled and asked questions afterwards, there was no response.

"The secret treasure of Hogwarts? There is no record in this book at all!"

An answer does not bring about answers, but more doubts, and Hermione is the one who probes deeper.

On the way back to the Gryffindor lounge, Hermione's repeated chanting was enough to prove how incredible this matter was.

"Joshua, why do you think they chose me as the person to be tested?"

Neville grabbed the corner of Joshua's robe, his confused and bewildered eyes showed that Neville's heart was in a mess at the moment.

Neville didn't know that he was special, but Joshua did. He was the only boy who fit the predicted "savior". The book should be called Neville Longbottom.

In the original book, Neville, who later became a Juggernaut, is known as the real Gryffindor, and it is also the fate of the savior and Voldemort that he ended at a critical moment.

He is not special, so the whole of Hogwarts is only Harry, and this is because of the special care of old Deng.

(End of this chapter)