Chapter 880: Not hungry?!!

As soon as Malfoy finished speaking, Harry's fist smashed onto him.

They rolled and fought.

Darren wanted to stop them, but Ron held him back.

"Don't worry about them, those two can't hurt each other at all, at most they'll just break a nose, Madam Pomfrey just needs to wave her wand.

I'll tell you something, and that is that Hermione seems to be starting a hunger strike.

She heard Nearly Headless Nick say last night.

Our food is all prepared by house-elves, and not a single person pays the house-elves a salary.

Since last night, she hasn't eaten, and she's going to be hungry this morning too, she seems to want to use this way to seek justice for the house-elves."

Darren opened his mouth in shock.

House-elf rights movement… why tell him this?

Could it be to make him, this little Saint Father, go on a hunger strike with Hermione, or protect the house-elves?

Thinking of Pachi at his house, Darren felt a bit guilty.

If Hermione knew that he had never paid Pachi a salary either, and it still had to earn money for him, raise his family, and now still had to help him do some things.

Hermione might go crazy.

Darren complained.

He knew this day would come.

Speaking of which, Ron shouldn't have told him this, that way he could still pretend not to know.

Could still pretend to be the most honest one.

But since he knew, Darren certainly couldn't continue like this.

He had to make some reaction.

Otherwise, his persona might collapse.

Of course, the reaction had to be more intense than Hermione's, so that Ron and the others wouldn't tell him such things that made him difficult in the future.

Hmm.

That's it.

Darren thought of a method in minutes. Then he looked at Ron.

His eyebrows furrowed.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"I know the food we eat is made by house-elves, but they don't have a salary?"

Ron was stunned.

He stammered: "No way, Darren, you thought so too… After he finished saying this, he felt he had said a nonsense sentence."

How could Darren not think so?

He thought Darren should be concerned about Hermione, but it turned out he was concerned about the house-elves.

Darren of course saw his surprise.

He pursed his lips and said: "I am also very worried about Hermione, in a while I will let Pachi bring some food to Hermione.

But from now on, I won't eat at Hogwarts either, unless Headmaster Dumbledore pays the house-elves a salary!"

"But, but…"

Ron was speechless.

He really wanted to slap himself hard on his mouth now.

It was too cheap.

He shouldn't have told Darren.

Now it's good, among his friends, Hermione has become like this, and Darren has also become like this.

"You really won't eat at all?"

Ron said tangledly.

Darren shook his head, when he got up in the morning, he would let Pachi bring him some breakfast from the country.

House-elves are good at delivering takeout.

When the soy milk and fried dough sticks arrive, they are still hot.

He already eats enough in the dormitory every day, he is basically not hungry for breakfast in the Great Hall, just taking a bit of bread and juice to put on a show.

Of course, not eating is also fine. And he ate too much this morning. He can even skip lunch.

However.

"I'll go find Pachi first, I'll let Pachi make something for Hermione!"

Darren said immediately.

He was prepared to let Pachi tell Hermione that he pays Pachi money every month, even if he is poor now, he still has to squeeze out money for Pachi.

This matter must be explained.

Lest Hermione ask Pachi, and Pachi answers with the original words. Then Hermione would definitely suspect him of abusing house-elves.

By then his persona would collapse.

Thinking of this, he turned and ran away immediately.

Ron regretted it to death.

Harry, who had finished fighting with Malfoy, wiped the bruise on his face at this time, looking at Ron with some resentment.

"Why did you tell him so quickly? The consequences of Darren knowing about this are obviously much bigger than Hermione."

Harry said helplessly.

But he also had no way to persuade Darren to eat.

Could only place his hope on lunch.

"Actually, Hermione ate a little this morning.

Just now when I was hitting Malfoy's face, I saw her eat a steak, and then leave with bread.

So, perhaps Darren will eat when he is hungry at noon?

Although I don't hold much hope for this… raise the house-elves' salary, raise their treatment, how did Hermione come up with this?

And Ron, what were you thinking, to tell Darren about this?"

Harry said unhappily.

Ron kicked the table regretfully and irritably and said: "Alright, alright, I didn't do it on purpose, I wanted Darren to persuade Hermione, how would I have thought it would turn out like this?"

"You have a brain just to let water in!"

Malfoy said sarcastically from the side.

"You're asking for a beating!"

Ron raised his wand, Malfoy wiped his nose, he saw Harry was also in front of Ron, so he hummed.

"Don't want to argue with you for now!"

Malfoy took Crabbe and Goyle and left in a hurry.

Ron put down his wand and said triumphantly: "He must be afraid."

"Yeah, but I'm still worried about Darren…"

Harry said tangledly.

They decided to go to Slytherin to wait for Darren.

As a result, just as they ran to the corner of the Slytherin common room door, they saw Pachi talking to Darren.

And Pachi was crying very hard.

"Is Darren planning to fire your house-elf?"

Ron asked suspiciously.

Harry looked at this scene with some surprise.

He whispered: "Perhaps it's true, let's go over and listen, if Darren fired this house-elf, he would definitely be accepted back by the Potter family.

I could continue to raise him!"

Harry and Ron slipped over to Pachi.

Then they heard Pachi's voice.

"Little Master Darren, don't raise Pachi's salary anymore, you have no money left."