Chapter 117: The House Elves
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Chapter 117: The House Elves
Felix Harp snapped back to reality.
"Oh, I've been contemplating quite deeply," he mused. He had just connected the twins' thoughts to the future concept of mobile phones, causing his mind to delve into the intricacies within his thought chamber.
The "short message" function, akin to text messaging, was something he could easily replicate. After all, the countless alchemical books in the library weren't just for show.
However, beyond this, accomplishing more complex functions wouldn't be so straightforward.
After all, wizards from centuries and millennia past didn't possess such vast imaginations. There were numerous things that required his independent research and experimentation.
But then again... why bother? Why undertake everything on his own?
He stared at the twins. While previously he'd considered them as potentially talented young wizards, his current perspective shifted towards how to nurture them without squandering their innate gifts.
Perhaps in the future, he could witness the rise of magical smartphones?
Felix had always been a highly goal-oriented individual, yet he didn't shy away from contributing to the improvement of the magical world.
Especially when it didn't require too much effort.
He addressed the twins, "Of course, I could simply give you the answers or even execute your ideas directly. However, I'd much prefer to foster your abilities."
Felix pulled out a piece of parchment, swiftly scribbling down a list of book titles and marking the pages.
"This is a reference book list, containing everything you desire—two of them are stored in the Restricted Section, and I'll provide you with a special permission slip."
"Thank you so much, Professor Harp!" The twins exclaimed dramatically. From their excited expressions, it seemed they were on the verge of rushing forward for an embrace.
Felix quickly waved them off.
"Also, regarding materials, consider the substances used for the wand cores."
"Professor, do you have any recommendations?"
"From a personal sensory perspective, I quite fancy ebony, similar to jet. However, reason tells me that choosing chestnut is a wiser option. Its nature is very gentle, without specific biases," Felix said, showing them his own wand, which rested in his hand.
The twins left in high spirits.
"Delivering confessions of love~"
Felix suddenly froze. He rarely felt nervous around others, but this particular house-elf managed to evoke that feeling without a doubt.
He stepped forward, wand in hand, and silently cast a spell, "Muffliato."
The elf opened his mouth, yet no sound emerged. He frantically touched his throat, unable to utter a single word.
"Professor McGonagall, what's happening?"
With an exasperated expression, McGonagall explained, "Gidley Lohart prepared a special act for Valentine's Day—an ensemble of house-elves dressed as cupids to deliver student confessions of love."
Felix remarked, "He certainly thinks ahead. It's been nearly half a month since his arrest."
McGonagall added, "In fact, he booked this event a month ago. According to them," she snorted at the house-elves, "they've been quite popular."
Clearing her throat, she turned to the elf, "Since you haven't entered into a contract with Hogwarts, I regretfully—" She trailed off.
The house-elves were now in tears, creating a peculiar scene: their stern, somber faces were now silently weeping, leaving the observing young wizards with mixed emotions—neither laughter nor sympathy could accurately capture the sentiment.
"We're willing to offer a discount..." the lead elf said. "It's just too tough; our team won't have enough to eat."
Finally, Professor McGonagall escorted them away, leaving the problem for Dumbledore to worry about.
Not long after, the latest news arrived—
Dumbledore agreed to allow the house-elf group to perform during the Valentine's Day feast, but declined their offer to help students deliver love letters and proclamations free of charge.
In the common room, an older student provided more accurate information: "Rumor has it, Dumbledore's decision is a way to welcome the newly appointed Dark Arts Defense professor on that very day."
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Chapter 117: The House Elves
Felix Harp snapped back to reality.
"Oh, I've been contemplating quite deeply," he mused. He had just connected the twins' thoughts to the future concept of mobile phones, causing his mind to delve into the intricacies within his thought chamber.
The "short message" function, akin to text messaging, was something he could easily replicate. After all, the countless alchemical books in the library weren't just for show.
However, beyond this, accomplishing more complex functions wouldn't be so straightforward.
After all, wizards from centuries and millennia past didn't possess such vast imaginations. There were numerous things that required his independent research and experimentation.
But then again... why bother? Why undertake everything on his own?
He stared at the twins. While previously he'd considered them as potentially talented young wizards, his current perspective shifted towards how to nurture them without squandering their innate gifts.
Perhaps in the future, he could witness the rise of magical smartphones?
Felix had always been a highly goal-oriented individual, yet he didn't shy away from contributing to the improvement of the magical world.
Especially when it didn't require too much effort.
He addressed the twins, "Of course, I could simply give you the answers or even execute your ideas directly. However, I'd much prefer to foster your abilities."
Felix pulled out a piece of parchment, swiftly scribbling down a list of book titles and marking the pages.
"This is a reference book list, containing everything you desire—two of them are stored in the Restricted Section, and I'll provide you with a special permission slip."
"Thank you so much, Professor Harp!" The twins exclaimed dramatically. From their excited expressions, it seemed they were on the verge of rushing forward for an embrace.
Felix quickly waved them off.
"Also, regarding materials, consider the substances used for the wand cores."
"Professor, do you have any recommendations?"
"From a personal sensory perspective, I quite fancy ebony, similar to jet. However, reason tells me that choosing chestnut is a wiser option. Its nature is very gentle, without specific biases," Felix said, showing them his own wand, which rested in his hand.
The twins left in high spirits.
"Delivering confessions of love~"
Felix suddenly froze. He rarely felt nervous around others, but this particular house-elf managed to evoke that feeling without a doubt.
He stepped forward, wand in hand, and silently cast a spell, "Muffliato."
The elf opened his mouth, yet no sound emerged. He frantically touched his throat, unable to utter a single word.
"Professor McGonagall, what's happening?"
With an exasperated expression, McGonagall explained, "Gidley Lohart prepared a special act for Valentine's Day—an ensemble of house-elves dressed as cupids to deliver student confessions of love."
Felix remarked, "He certainly thinks ahead. It's been nearly half a month since his arrest."
McGonagall added, "In fact, he booked this event a month ago. According to them," she snorted at the house-elves, "they've been quite popular."
Clearing her throat, she turned to the elf, "Since you haven't entered into a contract with Hogwarts, I regretfully—" She trailed off.
The house-elves were now in tears, creating a peculiar scene: their stern, somber faces were now silently weeping, leaving the observing young wizards with mixed emotions—neither laughter nor sympathy could accurately capture the sentiment.
"We're willing to offer a discount..." the lead elf said. "It's just too tough; our team won't have enough to eat."
Finally, Professor McGonagall escorted them away, leaving the problem for Dumbledore to worry about.
Not long after, the latest news arrived—
Dumbledore agreed to allow the house-elf group to perform during the Valentine's Day feast, but declined their offer to help students deliver love letters and proclamations free of charge.
In the common room, an older student provided more accurate information: "Rumor has it, Dumbledore's decision is a way to welcome the newly appointed Dark Arts Defense professor on that very day."
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Chapter 117: The House ElvesFelix Harp snapped back to reality."Oh, I've been contemplating quite deeply," he mused. He had just connected the twins' thoughts to the future concept of mobile phones, causing his mind to delve into the intricacies within his thought chamber.The "short message" function, akin to text messaging, was something he could easily replicate. After all, the countless alchemical books in the library weren't just for show.However, beyond this, accomplishing more complex functions wouldn't be so straightforward.After all, wizards from centuries and millennia past didn't possess such vast imaginations. There were numerous things that required his independent research and experimentation.But then again... why bother? Why undertake everything on his own?He stared at the twins. While previously he'd considered them as potentially talented young wizards, his current perspective shifted towards how to nurture them without squandering their innate gifts.Perhaps in the future, he could witness the rise of magical smartphones?Felix had always been a highly goal-oriented individual, yet he didn't shy away from contributing to the improvement of the magical world.Especially when it didn't require too much effort.He addressed the twins, "Of course, I could simply give you the answers or even execute your ideas directly. However, I'd much prefer to foster your abilities."Felix pulled out a piece of parchment, swiftly scribbling down a list of book titles and marking the pages."This is a reference book list, containing everything you desiretwo of them are stored in the Restricted Section, and I'll provide you with a special permission slip.""Thank you so much, Professor Harp!" The twins exclaimed dramatically. From their excited expressions, it seemed they were on the verge of rushing forward for an embrace.Felix quickly waved them off."Also, regarding materials, consider the substances used for the wand cores.""Professor, do you have any recommendations?""From a personal sensory perspective, I quite fancy ebony, similar to jet. However, reason tells me that choosing chestnut is a wiser option. Its nature is very gentle, without specific biases," Felix said, showing them his own wand, which rested in his hand.The twins left in high spirits."Delivering confessions of love~"Felix suddenly froze. He rarely felt nervous around others, but this particular house-elf managed to evoke that feeling without a doubt.He stepped forward, wand in hand, and silently cast a spell, "Muffliato."The elf opened his mouth, yet no sound emerged. He frantically touched his throat, unable to utter a single word."Professor McGonagall, what's happening?"With an exasperated expression, McGonagall explained, "Gidley Lohart prepared a special act for Valentine's Dayan ensemble of house-elves dressed as cupids to deliver student confessions of love."Felix remarked, "He certainly thinks ahead. It's been nearly half a month since his arrest."McGonagall added, "In fact, he booked this event a month ago. According to them," she snorted at the house-elves, "they've been quite popular."Clearing her throat, she turned to the elf, "Since you haven't entered into a contract with Hogwarts, I regretfully" She trailed off.The house-elves were now in tears, creating a peculiar scene: their stern, somber faces were now silently weeping, leaving the observing young wizards with mixed emotionsneither laughter nor sympathy could accurately capture the sentiment."We're willing to offer a discount..." the lead elf said. "It's just too tough; our team won't have enough to eat."Finally, Professor McGonagall escorted them away, leaving the problem for Dumbledore to worry about.Not long after, the latest news arrivedDumbledore agreed to allow the house-elf group to perform during the Valentine's Day feast, but declined their offer to help students deliver love letters and proclamations free of charge.In the common room, an older student provided more accurate information: "Rumor has it, Dumbledore's decision is a way to welcome the newly appointed Dark Arts Defense professor on that very day."Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
