After breakfast on Sunday, Harry and Ron came to the Owl Shack. They were going to send Percy a letter as Sirius suggested, asking him if he had seen Mr. Crouch recently. They chose Hedwig, because he had been out of work for a long time. They looked through the windows of the shack as it drifted away, then went down the stairs to the kitchen and gave the newly bought socks to Dobby, the house elf who had helped Harry in the Triple Championship.

“First of all, we have to know where the kitchen is,” Ron said. “Most of Hogwarts students have never entered Hogwarts’ kitchen until graduation.”

"It's okay, I have a map of live spots." Harry shook at Ron with the worn parchment map.

"Okay." Ron muttered, "George and Fred should give this thing to their brother for a while."

Harry pretended not to hear Ron's complaint.

They followed the marble stairs into the foyer below. He and Ron walked down a stone staircase, which was not a dark and gloomy underneath, like the kind of underground passage leading to Snape's underground classroom. Instead, they found themselves in a wide stone gallery, with torches illuminated around them, decorated with pleasant pictures, mostly about food.

"I dare say that George and Fred were here in the first grade. But they didn't tell us." Ron was very resentful to his two twin brothers, "I have only bullied me since I was a child."

Harry came to a painting with a huge silver bowl full of fruits, stretched out his index finger, and gently scratched the big green pear. The pear squirmed and giggled. Suddenly it turned into a big green door handle. Harry grabbed it and pulled the door open, and Ron couldn't wait to run in.

In a quick glance, Harry saw only a large room with a high ceiling, as large as the auditorium above, with many glittering copper pots and copper basins piled beside the stone walls around him, and a large brick fireplace on the other end of the room. Before he could see clearly, a small thing ran towards him from the center of the room, screaming: "Mr. Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

Then, the screaming elf slammed into his upper abdomen and hugged him tightly, feeling that his ribs were about to be broken and the air in his lungs was squeezed out.

"Do-Doby?" Harry gasped.

"It's Dobby, sir, it's Dobby!" the voice screamed from near his belly button. "Dobby is looking forward to seeing Mr. Harry Potter again!"

There were about a hundred house elves standing in the kitchen here, and as Dobby led Harry past them, they were laughing, bowing, and curtsy. They were all wearing the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts stamped.

"Oh, this is really spectacular." Ron seemed so shocked that he couldn't speak. "There are only Hogwarts in the world who have so many elves."

The house elves welcomed them happily, bowed, curtsy, and prepared refreshments for them in a hurry. Dobby was ecstatic to see the gift Harry was preparing to give him.

"Harry Potter is so good to Dobby!" he said sharply, wiping away the large tears that popped up from his big eyes.

"You saved my life with gill sac. Dobby, really," said Harry.

"I like these house elves. Harry." Ron's mouth was now filled with finger cakes, and he kept stuffing it from a plate into his mouth."

"Is there any kind of finger cake?" Ron asked, looking at the house elves who were smiling and bowing repeatedly.

"You just had breakfast!" Harry's brow twitched unnaturally. However, a large silver plate filled with finger cakes had been supported by four elves and was delivered to them like a whirlwind.

"Don't care about these little things, Hogwarts doesn't lack these foods." Ron disagreed. "It would be happier for the elves to keep in mind. They would like to be praised for their craft."

“In some ways, Weasley you are very right.”

A voice came from behind Harry and Ron.

It was Silver, and he took Hermione's hand and entered the kitchen.

"Why did you come here?" Harry Potter found that he was always not in a good temper when facing Silver.

"I'll do it anyway. Potter, Hogwarts' school rules do not stipulate that only the troublemakers of Gryffindor can come to the kitchen. Hiss, Hermione, be gentle, you know I'm not talking about you." Silver said the first half of the sentence loudly, and then softened.

"But not everyone knows the location of this kitchen." Ron came forward to smooth things over for the two of them. Although he was Harry Potter's good buddy, he was unwilling to offend Silver.

"Most of Hogwarts' secrets are not secrets to me, and the location of the kitchen is not a great secret. At least the chiefs and chairmen of each academies know it." Silver clenched Hermione's hand and signaled her not to make trouble. "How come you guys come to the kitchen?"

"Of course we have our things, Silver, you care too much."

"Okay, then I'm going to do my thing."

Silver turned to Dobby, "Dobby, do you remember me? We've seen it in Malfoy's estate."

"Of course Dobby remembers the Silver boy." Dobby bent down and gave a very funny gift.

"I have something to ask for your opinion. I heard that Barty Crouch fired his own house elf after the Quidditch World Cup. The house elf came to Hogwarts with you. I know you are all house elfs with no masters at the moment. So, would you like to be my Silver family's house elf?"
Chapter completed!