Bree understood clearly. Dumbledore's purpose was to let him know that Dumbledore's method was the safest way to maintain peace between wizards and Muggles.
However, this is also the most fragile way and cannot give people a sense of security. In other words, this is a kind of escape, which will make people spend the whole day in panic. Although he is also preparing to escape, it is different.
Bree convinced herself that she should at least make the notes into a small world to accommodate wizards to survive. This would eliminate the need to live in panic...
"There will be a way." Bree smiled softly, her pure black eyes calm, as if telling Harry, he had never doubted himself.
Bree looked up and looked at another stack of books, which was placed next to Grindelwald. They were all filled with praise for Dumbledore's life. They were completely different from the criticism when describing Grindelwald, but they were all placed next to Grindelwald. In the forbidden book area.
"Your choice was praised by them, but you think it was a failure." The pile of books guessed that Dumbledore asked to put them in the forbidden book area to prevent the little wizard from seeing them and affecting the little wizard's judgment of him.
"I didn't agree with you before, and now I don't agree with your path, Dumbledore." Is it true that wizards and Muggles can't coexist perfectly? It's really not possible with the current two paths - like Grindelwald, Use wizards to rule Muggles, or like Dumbledore, hide the traces of wizards in the Muggle world.
But there is always a way. If Bree can't be perfect, then she has to pursue the ultimate. Otherwise, let Dumbledore continue to support it.
"If I can't do it, then I'm sorry Dumbledore, I have Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone here." Bree smiled like a spring sun: "You want to die, no way." It flashed in Bree's mind Voldemort, known as the second generation Dark Lord...immediately criticized him - an extreme bloodist who only pursues the purification of blood is nothing more than a pure-blooded blade. He did not dare to challenge Muggles at all. He was born as a Muggle orphan. Growing up in a hospital, he had seen the power of Muggles, and his fear was hidden deep in his heart.
"Sorry Tom, I said this without your consent, but don't worry, no one heard it."...Brie walked downstairs with the note, and Halloween was about to be different from the past. At the beginning, jubilant ghosts shuttled through the ever-changing stairwell, and the swaying pumpkin heads flashed frequently, and sometimes sprinkled candies, surprising the passing little wizards.
"Happy Halloween." Ariana shyly came out of the wall next to her, looked at Bree cautiously, and hurriedly ran away.
Bree smiled softly, adjusted her wizard robe, and stepped into the auditorium hall.
"Wow!" Bree followed the exclamation and saw Weslai happily performing a jazz dance as Snape on the teacher's bench. The little wizards, especially Ron and Harry, were all cheering. Applaud and beat the beat.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout stood together, suppressing the raised corners of their mouths. As for Dumbledore, he was not polite. He also joined in, half raising his hands, shaking and
The "Snapes" danced and the scene was very lively. There were two Snapes...Brie couldn't bear to look at them and turned his head away. If it was about cleverness and weirdness, he didn't think anyone could match Wes's twins. The key was that the two of them acted so much alike that it was scary.
"What are you doing!" Two curses flew with Snape's indifferent roar, knocking the Wesley twins off the teacher's desk and rolling several times on the ground.
"Oh, Severus, it's a holiday." Dumbledore was not holding a wand at this time, but he just waved his hand and did not recite a spell. The Wesley twins who fell on the ground were lifted up by him using a levitation spell.
"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly and did not respond. He turned around and sat on the edge of the teacher's chair. However, those with sharp eyes discovered some holes in his long wizard robe, as if they were corroded by splashing sulfuric acid.
Dumbledore laughed and saw Bree who had just come down the stairs. He nodded slightly. Professor Sprout was currently sitting on top of Hufflepuff's dining table, making some interesting plant pendants. Many little badgers followed suit, and the Ravenclaw ones were also decorated by the interested Professor Flitwick. On the other side of the already perfect hall was Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall was responsible for keeping an eye on them so they wouldn't cause any more trouble.
Professor McGonagall warned the little lions seriously: "Don't cause trouble, at least tonight." Brian was sitting at the Slytherin table. Slytherin did not have a good dean. At this time, Brian and Slytherin Like Nap, he sat quietly and whispered about today's events.
"Happy holidays, Brie. Do you want some candy? My mom sent it."
"Cuckoo..." Draco was saying while holding the candy gift box, when he suddenly saw a carefully dressed Halloween owl flying in from outside the skylight and landing next to Bree.
"Goo!" The owl was holding a basket filled with strange-shaped candies in its talons, and there was a letter hanging on it. Bree saw Tom's cursive name at a glance.
Bree took the basket, and the owl immediately flew out. Looking at the feathers that fell in panic, the wand in Bree's hand popped out, and she performed the transformation spell dutifully, and each feather was turned into a floating blue. flame.
"Can you help me share some, Draco." Bree put the candy basket on the dining table and said helplessly: "I suspect Tom made it himself."
"Tsk." Draco curled his lips. He didn't want to help Bree test the poison.
"Look, what happened to Longbottom?" Draco changed the subject and pointed at the man who had just returned from the corridor.
Longbottom had tears in his eyes and his hair was a little wet. He must have gone to take a shower and change clothes. There were obvious burn marks on his skin, which looked like the product of a failed potion.
Bree glanced in Snape's direction, understood immediately, and stopped paying attention to Neville. However, it didn't take long for Hermione to sneak over.
"Hey, Bree, can I sit down for a moment?" Hermione carefully sat down next to Bree and complained in a low voice: "I just came back from the basement level and heard Snape swearing at Neville. ." Hermione said to herself.
"I think it is normal for a student to ask a professor for advice. The professor has the obligation to help students solve their doubts...even if he is Snape."
"But Longbottom is not suitable for Potions at all, Ms. Granger," Draco interrupted, pointing unceremoniously at the slumped Neville in the distance and telling Hermione.
"Do you know how many cauldrons Longbottom has blown up in the past few days? It's countless. I'm afraid he can't even remember it. A goal without talent. I don't know what he is insisting on. And I don't think he likes potions at all." In the past two years, everyone could see Neville's resistance to potions. It was only recently that Neville suddenly became a different person and became obsessed with potions.
"You can't hit others!" Hermione stared at Draco angrily. Draco chuckled and raised his eyebrows: "Walking on a road with no future is a waste of life. Of course, it's good that he is happy, but everyone can see it. Because he is unhappy, maybe he wants to use the potion to save his parents?" Draco revealed the truth.
"Okay, Draco, Neville will figure it out." Bree ended the dispute between Draco and Hermione, but Hermione hadn't left yet. She wasn't here to talk about Neville's affairs.
"Bree, I think I have learned enough about house elves during this time." Hermione slowly combined her knowledge of house elves, their history, into the experiences, habits, and wizards' positioning of them. Slowly asked.
However, these are all lies made up by wizards to hide the reality of house elves. If Hermione does not understand the magical structure of house elves, she will never be able to discover the truth. After all, today's wizards, including Voldemort, are all based on Hermione's Let's judge the house elves.
"I don't think house elves have harmed wizards. House elves are a race that was conquered by wizards in ancient wars. Every one of them must be trained as slaves at birth and must serve their masters for generations. This is too cruel. "But as a wizard, Hermione could only sigh: "I understand that war is inevitable, but I think house elves should also be able to gain something...such as freedom, or wages."
"Pfft..." Draco laughed. Hermione glared at him, with a sullen expression, and said helplessly: "But I listened to you, Bree, and I went to find them."
"House elves like this kind of life very much, and according to the house elves in Hogwarts, they are house elves protected and taken in by Ms. Hufflepuff. In the memories left by their parents, It was a dark age, and house elves were unable to defend themselves."
"The house elves admire Ms. Hufflepuff very much, and they are very willing to stay and work in Hogwarts, which makes them..." Hermione felt a little awkward.
"Happy, the house elves are happy." Hermione held her chin up. She thought that the house elves must have been brainwashed for thousands of years, or even longer, but there was nothing she could do, because she told the little When the elf was free, the angry looks from those house elves made her afraid to speak, and she could only escape from the kitchen in a hurry.
"Brie, do you think the happiness of house elves is an idea instilled by wizards?" Hermione asked Bree as if asking for help.
Bree knew that house elves were an ancient mad wizard, or a nearly successful life alchemy product made by an alchemy master, and were positioned as the wizard's slaves.
They are mainly wizards as soon as they are born, this is their nature.
"Hermione, wizards did enslave the house elves in the past, but the house elves now have their happiness written into their souls."
"Huh?" Hermione didn't know why. Bree pondered for a while. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Hermione the origin of the house elves. This might be harmful to Hermione.
"Every era has its needs. I don't think house elves need freedom, but they can have their own remuneration appropriately."
"Remuneration?" Hermione's eyes lit up.
"The reward is pleasure and security, Hermione."
"Ah?" Hermione was stunned again. The house elves are very happy and safe now...and shouldn't the reward be freedom and money?
"Hermione, house elves are not servants. This is just their way of survival. You don't need to impose your thoughts on them. This is not their luck. Humans will not allow characters more powerful than themselves to appear unless humans cannot Strong rival."
