Chapter 171: Hufflepuff's House-Elf

When a stone is thrown into the water, in addition to splashing huge water, it will also bring layers of ripples outward, thus affecting the originally calm water surface.

When Rolf came to this world, he was like a stone thrown into the water. The longer he stayed, the more ripples he created, and the more things he affected.

This is the so-called butterfly effect.

Therefore, the way to open the golden egg is no longer to listen underwater as before. This is the result of his influence.

However, even roasting with fire did not work, which was beyond Rolf's expectation. After all, water and fire did not work, so what other methods were there?

Fortunately, the second project will be in February next year, and there is still early time. There is no need to rush now. Their top priority is to eat and sleep.

It is not time for dinner yet, and there is definitely no food in the hall, but for Rolf, he can still eat hot meals.

This is the confidence that Hufflepuff College brings him!

Rolf took the three girls into the castle, walked through the foyer, turned left, passed through a door, and came to a wide stone corridor.

Both Hermione and Fleur had been here before, because this was the way to Hufflepuff College, but when passing by the pile of vinegar barrels in front of the common room, Rolf did not stop but continued forward.

Hermione could not help asking, "Where are we going?"

"Hufflepuff College... Sorting!" Rolf said.

Hermione was shocked. She had been at Hogwarts for three and a half years, but she had never heard of Hufflepuff having a Sorting House? !

Shirley, who followed closely behind Rolf, explained with a smile, "It's the Hogwarts kitchen."

Hermione said, "Oh," and she remembered that Rolf had definitely mentioned the kitchen at Hogwarts, which was located to the left of the Hufflepuff Common Room, but she had never been there.

Fleur was surprised and asked, "Can students enter the school kitchen at will?"

"Of course, students from our college come here every night to get supper." Rolf blinked.

He was going to say that Hufflepuff cannot be without a kitchen, just like Paris, France cannot be without riots.

But after thinking about it, he didn't say it in front of Fleur.

Soon, pictures appeared in the corridor, all of which were of food, which made people's appetite increase.

"These are all painted by Hufflepuff professors." Rolf walked to a phoenix picture, turned his head, and said with a chuckle: "Well, I painted this one!"

Shirley pursed her lips and smiled. In recent months, every time she came to the kitchen, Rolf would show off.

Hermione said in disbelief: "Why is your painting hanging here?"

"Well-painted, high-minded, and well-structured!" Rolf praised: "It's really a perfect masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. It's buried here!"

Fleur looked at the painting. It was called a phoenix picture, but it looked more like a chicken pecking at rice, so she was full of doubts:

Rolf's "well-painted, high-minded, and well-structured" What is related to this painting?

Hermione quickly realized that this must have been painted by him a thousand years ago, and Hufflepuff was hung here for future students to admire.

Pah, how shameless!

Rolf walked to a painting of a huge silver bowl full of fruit, stretched out his finger and gently tickled the big green pear.

The pear squirmed as if it was ticklish, giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.

Rolf opened the door, made a welcoming gesture, and smiled: "Welcome to the Hufflepuff House - come in quickly!"

Shirley walked in with ease, followed by Hermione and Fleur, and Rolf stepped into the kitchen last and closed the door.

The kitchen area was the same size as the Great Hall, and there were many glittering pots and pans, as well as glittering silver utensils.

Four long wooden tables were placed in the center of the room, and their positions completely corresponded to the positions of the four college tables in the Great Hall.

Obviously, all the food would be placed here first after it was cooked, and then transferred to the corresponding tables in the Great Hall through magic.

Hearing someone coming in, at least a hundred elves came out. When they saw Rolf and the others, they all smiled, bowed, and curtsied.

All the house elves wore the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest printed on it.

Of course, there was only one outlier, with a teapot warmer on its head with a bunch of colorful badges pinned on it;

A horseshoe-patterned tie hung on its bare chest, and it wore something like children's football shorts on its lower body, and two mismatched socks on its feet.

If the dress was weird, it would be very conspicuous among the house elves.

Rolf recognized that it was Dobby, a former employee of the Malfoy family, and they had met two years ago.

At that time, Rolf did not find Tom's diary at Ginny's place, so he found Draco and asked him to call Dobby to ask about the diary.

Afterwards, Rolf was worried that Lucius would find out, so he gave Draco and Dobby a forgetfulness potion made from the venom of the curled-winged demon.

The effect seems to be good. At least two years have passed, and Dobby still hasn't recognized Rolf.

When they heard that several people wanted food, six house elves immediately ran up, carrying a large silver tray with a lot of food on it:

A large pot of milk, a plate of hazelnut egg yolk pastry, osmanthus purple sweet potato yam cake, butter purple sweet potato rolls, matcha berry crepes...

"It's so rich!" Hermione picked up a piece of hazelnut egg yolk pastry, took a big bite, and looked at the house elves curiously.

It was the first time she saw them, so she was surprised: "Hogwarts actually hired so many house elves to cook for us?"

Rolf and Shirley looked at each other without saying anything, while Fleur asked in confusion:

"Employ? Aren't house elves slaves of wizards? Will British wizards pay to hire house elves?"

"Slaves?" Hermione was stunned. "House elves are our slaves?"

"Yes." Rolf nodded, "Hermione, I told you that after the Doomsday, those ancient wizards failed, and the house elves changed from their slaves to our slaves."

"So..." Hermione narrowed her eyes and said, "These house elves have no salary, no holidays, and serve us like machines?"

"Yes." Rolf nodded.

Hermione's face turned pale in an instant. She looked at the food on the plate, and then put the hazelnut egg yolk crisp in her hand on the plate.

"This is slave labor," Hermione said, breathing heavily, "This is completely slave labor."

Hermione wanted to say something, but Shirley suddenly said, "Rolf, look over there!"

Rolf turned his head and looked into the distance. Above the fireplace, there was a portrait of Hufflepuff. She was holding a small golden cup, and beside her... there was also a house elf standing.

Rolf's eyes widened. He thought the house elf would leave immediately, but who knew it said in an old voice:

"Someone tried to enter Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets."

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