Chapter 460

When Marka, Luna and Hermione entered Hogwarts with a large group of elves, the students had begun to prepare for going home.

It's a coincidence this year. After a day's rest, it's Christmas holiday again.

However, this year's three-week Christmas holiday, Hermione's little wizard can't enjoy much leisure. Not to mention their own R.A. training courses, Hogwarts's academic arrangements alone have to be considered more.

Because once this holiday is over, they must have a hand-to-hand battle with blood and tears directly face to face with the o.w.ls exam.

"I have to take lac and his people to meet Professor McGonagall first. You should prepare quickly! If you have anything after the holiday, write to me..." Maka looked at Hermione and Luna. "If you encounter any difficulties, tell me with fake gold coins - Luna too, remember?"

"OK." Luna nodded simply, "Merry Christmas."

Seeing that Maka was about to leave, Hermione called him.

"Hey!" she whispered, "well... I mean, Christmas... Where will you spend your time?"

"Oh, yes... Christmas..." Maka seemed to have just begun to think about it. After a little thought, she said, "maybe she will go to black's old house! There are some homeless children there. I think they should also have a relaxed and happy Christmas."

"The children you brought back from the United States?" at first, the children were sent to Hogwarts, and Hermione glimpsed them from a distance. "What have they experienced? As far as I saw that day, it must be too bad..."

"In short, there is an unfortunate past," Marca shrugged. "Some of them have been connected to their families through some relationships. Few people still stay in the old house now."

"Oh..." Hermione couldn't bear to say, "I think I should go and see them... On Christmas Eve, I will also..."

"No, I think you'd better stay at home and spend time with your parents." Marca immediately stopped. "Any family's Christmas needs children's company, or your parents will lose the significance of decorating the Christmas tree. By the way, you'd better act as if you still believe that Santa Claus is true... I believe your parents will be very happy."

"Oh... I don't believe in Santa Claus since I was six years old," Hermione shook her head reluctantly. "It's all because Dad slipped and fell on his elbow when he forged Santa's footprints..."

She stopped, as if she didn't want to recall the bad memory at that time.

"What happened to his elbow?" Luna asked vaguely.

"Well... You don't want to know..." Hermione hesitated to look at Luna and Marca. Seeing that both of them were curious, she couldn't help but look embarrassed and pursed her mouth. "Well, well... Dad's elbow pressed hard on my stomach and almost squeezed the wooden pile cake and Christmas pudding out of my throat!"

"Oh -" Maka and Luna looked at each other with a creepy face.

"That's enough!" Hermione stamped her feet with a red face. "But I think you're right - I should spend Christmas with my parents. I miss them, too, and they must miss me more."

"Yes, that's it!"

Maka nodded slightly and greeted the elves to the headmaster's room in the suspicious eyes of the passing wizards.

"What is Christmas?" asked old Lacker curiously. "It sounds interesting!"

"It's a day with delicious food, fun, friends and family." Maka said casually as she walked. "In short, there will be a lot of laughter on that day! I think you'll like it..."

Before long, when Maka led a large group of chirping little guys to the door of the principal's office, he found that the door had been opened.

"House elf?" a voice came out from inside. "You... Uh... Where did you find so noisy and haunted?"

As soon as she entered the principal's room, makadan saw Snape. As usual, Mr. big bat seemed dissatisfied with everything, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Merry Christmas, Professor Snape," Marca said casually. "They're not house elves, well... At least, they're different."

"Hum, whatever! You're just in time..." snape shook his greasy hair. "During the holiday, I'll go to America with TIA to find clues... You know, see you later."

"Oh, really?" Marca was saying, and Snape brushed past him, waving his sleeves to drive away the elves in the way, and went out.

He looked at Snape's back, thought about it, and shouted to the other party, "remember to be careful there. Although the primary trouble has been cleared away, it may not be completely safe there!"

Snape, who heard the reminder, turned around and saw him look over the heads of a group of elves, and Maka paused slightly.

"I see," he nodded and said expressionless, "but I think you should pay more attention than me."

Marca couldn't help feeling that Snape was right, because what Snape had to do had nothing to do with Voldemort and greenward, but he was the number one enemy of the two.

After seeing Snape leave, Maka turned and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, these Elves will fight Voldemort with us. With them, I think Hogwarts will be more powerful and secure," he said.

In fact, Professor McGonagall has been observing these elves since just now. The large number of them not only crowded the principal's room, but even extended to the outside.

Moreover, looking at their free expression and action, as well as the incessant chattering at that moment, MEG had felt the obvious difference between them and the domestic elves.

"They... Are domestic elves?" Professor McGonagall hesitated. "They look very similar, but..."

"Well... They should be another descendant of the ancestors of domestic elves," Maka explained. "You can understand - they have not experienced the original defeat and surrender. What do you say? They are a group of 'free elves'?"

"'freedom '?" said old lac, who was crowded around Maka. "This word sounds good. Old lac likes it..."

"What is he talking about?" Professor McGonagall said suspiciously.

"He said he liked 'freedom'," Maka added after a slight translation. "His name is' lac ', and he is the oldest of these elves - maybe you can't understand their language, but they can roughly understand what you're talking about."

"Hey, young wizard," said old Lacker, tugging at the hem of Maka's robe. "The elf needs to work! The elf needs to complete Frey's task! What should I do?"

"Of course, don't worry," Marca looked at him. "I'll tell you what I got in a minute. You won't be idle. But before that, I have to arrange a place for you to stay, don't I?"

He comforted old Lacker a few words, and then said to Professor McGonagall, "there are still many places to live in the castle, but I want them to meet with the house elves in the kitchen... What do you think, professor?"

As Maka said, Hogwarts castle is quite large, and it has never been able to make full use of this abundant space since the establishment of the school.

Not to mention other places, even the basement of the castle, there are too many spare rooms.

"Take them to the kitchen? I think the scene must be very messy," Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and nodded. "But if you go with them, there should be no big problem."

"Thank you, professor." Marca nodded to MEG. "I think Hermione will be very happy with your permission!"

That's right, but Marca didn't intend to call Hermione together. They should leave school and go home in a while. Now call her over, and she won't have time to tidy up her luggage.

Before long, Maka led the elves through the spiral stairs, all the way to the underground corridor of Hogwarts main castle, and stopped in front of a fruit still life painting.

In the curious eyes of the elves, Maka reached out and scratched the pear in the picture.

Suddenly, the originally motionless pear suddenly twisted and giggled. With this movement, the other fruits in the fruit plate rolled a little. An apple fell from the edge of the plate to the table and gave a "ouch" cry.

Immediately, the giggling pear changed silently and turned into a green door handle.

In the past, when he was at Hogwarts, as a Hufflepuff, he often came to the kitchen late at night. Now, it's quite familiar.

Not much to say, Maka reached out and twisted the handle to open the picture frame.

"Inside is the kitchen, where some of your people live..." he turned his head and said to old lark, "but do you remember what I told you? Although you don't seem to care, I think it's better to remind --"

"What you will see next is what your compatriots outside the island are like now - in fact, life here is still good, and other places may be worse than this."