v2 Chapter 531： Domestic Elf Rights Promotion Association (1/2)

”You three are here!” When they saw Harry, Hermione's eyes lit up. ”I am busy!”

”Exactly, we are too busy!” Ron said proudly, dropping the quill. ??

Hermione sat down and put the things in her hand on an empty chair, and pulled the prophecy written by Ai Wen to the front.

”You can be unlucky this month, are you?” she said sarcastically, Crookshank curled up on her knees.

”You know, this is in response to Professor Trelawney!” Avon said, looking at the box that Hermione had brought back.

Compared with Harry and Ron, the tragic prophecies he wrote are more subtle and less tragic.

”No matter what happens, at least we get a warning in advance.” Ron yawned.

Hermione put down the prophecy of Avon and took Ron's share.

”It's a good warning, you seem to drown twice.”

”Is it?” said Ron, hurrying down and watching his prophecy. ”I'd better change one of them to be slashed by a eagle-headed horse with a rampage.”

”It can be seen at a glance that you made it out of thin air?” said Hermione.

”How dare you say that!” Ron pretended to be angry and said that he was busy for one night, and worked hard like a house elf! ”

Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron dissatisfied.

”I'm sorry, the wording is not right.” Ron said quickly.

Harry also put down the quill. He just finished the final prophecy and predicted that he would be beheaded at the end of the month.

”Hermione, what is in the box?” Ai Wen hurriedly pointed at the box.

He felt that it would be best not to let Hermione continue to talk about the three divination assignments.

”I am going to tell you that this is something I have worked hard this week. We have to do something for the house elf,” Hermione said with a smile.

She uncovered the lid and showed them what was inside.

The box has about fifty badges, each with a different color, with the same letters: s.p.e.

“Vomiting?” Harry picked up a badge and looked at it carefully, wondering, “What does this mean?”

“It’s not vomiting,” Hermione explained impatiently. “It’s s-p-e-, meaning the Home Elf Rights Promotion Association.”

”I haven't heard of it,” said Ron.

”I haven't heard of it!” added Harry.

Ai Wen didn't talk. He knew what was going on. It seems that Hermione was not satisfied with writing articles for the newspaper.

As she always said, to do something for the house elf, it turns out to be this.

”Of course you haven't heard of it,” Hermione said simply, ”because this is what I just founded.”

“Ah?” Ron dragged his voice and asked with a little surprise. “How many members do you have?”