"Hogwarts Voice... an essay..." Hearing Vizet say that, Hermione rubbed at her hair.
Her hair was already thick to begin with, and after being mussed up like that, it instantly turned into a mess, making her look like a lion tormented by worries.
"I was going to write it... but I haven't had much time lately... I have to find a way to deal with Professor Moody's practical training... and there's S.P.E.W..."
"S.P.E.W.?" Vizet murmured.
Harry pressed his lips together, looking a little helpless, while Ron laughed out loud. "You thought of 'spew' too... right?"
"It is not 'spew'!" Hermione turned back and glared fiercely at Ron. "As the 'treasurer,' at a time like this, you should be helping explain, not misleading people!"
"Sorry..." Seeing Hermione's stern, angry expression, Ron hurriedly said, "It's like this, Vizet... 'S.P.E.W.' stands for the 'House-elf Rights Promotion Association'..."
"It's an organization Hermione founded. I'm the 'treasurer'... Harry is the 'secretary'... and we've also recruited Neville as a member of the organization..."
"Our manifesto is... to prohibit cruel abuse... er... of our magical creature friends and... and... a movement to improve their legal status... right?"
Harry's mouth opened slightly at the side, looking a little surprised, as though he had not expected Ron to have memorized the manifesto.
"That's right!" Hermione nodded at Ron, the anger on her face already gone. "Looks like you did take it to heart after all."
"Obviously..." She turned to look at Vizet and explained, "Most house-elves suffer unfair treatment. I want to do something for them..."
"Just like Winky in the Top Box back then. Winky was clearly terrified of heights, yet she was still brought to the Top Box by her so-called master to hold a seat for that so-called master."
"Then, by the end of the final,