"Mr. Burleigh, has the Hogwarts house-elf register not been fully compiled yet?"

Elenna leaned against the "throne" floating in mid-air, frowning slightly as she looked at the house-elf not far away.

Before she took over the Hogwarts kitchen, there was no functional or responsible coordination between all the house-elves, and they were uniformly instructed by the professors.

No hierarchy, no promotion channels, no corporate culture...

This ancient and scattered servant management system had already disappeared for centuries even in the non-magical world.

Therefore, when Elenna became the head chef of Hogwarts, the first thing she did was establish a rough personnel management system among the Hogwarts house-elves. As her guide when she first arrived at Hogwarts Castle, and the most outstanding and perceptive house-elf in the castle, Burleigh naturally became the Hogwarts house-elf supervisor.

With the help of house-elf Burleigh, Elenna quickly divided and scheduled the Hogwarts house-elves, forming an assembly-line work model.

However, since the real power of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was still temporarily in Dumbledore's hands, all she could do was these management optimizations.

Whether it was "Round-Faced Chubby Chicken Express" or "House-Elf Training," these were clearly far from what Elenna had expected.

With Albus Dumbledore leaving Hogwarts Castle, she could finally spread her wings and begin to advance some greater undertakings.

"Uh... Chef Kaslana, I'm very sorry, it hasn't completely ended yet—"

House-elf Burleigh trembled involuntarily, his eyes lowered, not daring to look directly at the little witch.

"If it were just the elves currently living in the castle, the register wouldn't take too long, but your requirement is..."

"Based on the elves currently living in Hogwarts, trace back three generations and draw a family tree of Hogwarts house-elves in terms of kinship and bloodline—as soon as possible, that is an order."

Elenna interrupted calmly, looking at the trembling, flustered house-elf standing next to her, sighing silently in her heart.

Compared to the cunning goblins of Gringotts, the thousands of years of enslavement imprinted on the house-elves were too severe, even affecting their normal thinking abilities to a large extent.

Even house-elf Burleigh, who was relatively capable, when faced with questioning or the possibility of not completing work on time, his first reaction was also apology and self-blame, rather than trying to explain the situation or even solve the problem like those beings with "free will"—perhaps she should try to deal with these elves in different ways first.

"Alright, where is the problem now? Tell me first what problems you've encountered in terms of the population register and bloodline tracing."

After thinking for a few seconds, Elenna softened her tone slightly, sighing helplessly.

"Also, look up at me—I don't like people looking down when they talk to me."

"Well, first there is the problem of name statistics..."

House-elf Burleigh said cautiously, looking up at Elenna, explaining softly to the silver-haired witch with slight bewilderment and helplessness.

"There are a total of 473 house-elves in Hogwarts, but most of them do not have their own names—our names are very casual, unlike other wizarding families. Unless a professor officially names us, everyone is uniformly referred to as 'Hogwarts' house-elf,' or seven or eight simple names that are almost identical in pronunciation."

"No...names?" Elenna nodded thoughtfully.

Speaking of which, she had learned something about this before. The Hogwarts house-elves are usually seen as an aggregate whole.

Whether it was the professors of Hogwarts or Dumbledore, they rarely specifically singled out a house-elf when instructing them to do things.

This is not a strange thing. With thousands of years of cultural castration and servile education, the civilization that once belonged to the "elf" species has almost disappeared.

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As the "name" that best reflects the social and individual civilization of a species, it is naturally not strange that it has disappeared in this process. It was just that the existence of Dobby, Winky, and Burleigh made Elenna not pay too much attention to this matter. She had never thought before that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be more likely to wear away the elves' autonomy than those wizarding families.

"Well, for this problem...you can use a numbered format to replace it first, adding numbers after the name for temporary distinction."

Elenna gently rubbed her brow. This problem accumulated over time could not be solved by her in the short term, but it was not difficult to transition temporarily.

"As for the follow-up situation, I can hold a name collection event throughout the school, giving some outstanding young wizards the power to 'bestow names'—this should slowly solve the problem."

"So, besides the trouble with names, is there anything else troubling you? I remember you said 'first' just now, right?"

"Well, it's difficult for us to determine...who everyone's father is."

House-elf Burleigh swallowed, nervously clutching the napkin in his hands, and said nervously.

"Even tracing back bloodlines, we can only find the maternal line..."

"Primitive groups without emotional and family clan concepts?"

Elenna frowned and said softly.

The social regression of house-elves seemed to be more serious than she had imagined.

From the current situation, they didn't even have the space to form a "matriarchal society."

The formation of a matriarchal society is at least based on the concentration point of group gathering, but the life of house-elves is completely dependent on the wizarding social circle.

"...I understand, then temporarily change it to a basic bloodline statistics table based on the 'maternal' lineage."

Elenna nodded thoughtfully, tapping her fingers on the armrest, a strange light flashing in her lake-blue eyes.

Thinking about it from another angle, the primitive state without emotional foundation or social constraints, isn't this more suitable for her to shape and paint from scratch according to her own ideas?

"Burleigh, complete the statistics as soon as possible..." Elenna said softly, "The current number of house-elves is still too small—after the statistics are completed, match the genders according to the principle of three-generation bloodline avoidance. If possible, it is best to record the conception situation, pregnancy cycle, and growth rate in detail. Report and apply to me as soon as possible if you need anything."

Compared to the population growth of human society in the future and the growth rate of magical and non-magical industries, the current population of house-elves is too small.

If she doesn't want to form a "civil war" in the future world, then she must find a way to solve the "labor shortage" problem of the magic industry in advance.

"You mean..."

House-elf Burleigh widened his eyes in surprise.

"Reproduce, is that hard to understand?"

Elenna closed the notebook calmly, looked around the busy Hogwarts kitchen, and gently extinguished that trace of pity.

"I hope that by this time next year, the number of names on the Hogwarts house-elf register can increase by at least half."

"At the latest by the end of this semester, all 'fertile' female elves in Hogwarts must complete conception. This is the first task I have issued."

Perhaps at some point in the future house-elves can regain their freedom, but certainly not now, goblins, wizards, Muggles...this will be the trident of future magical civilization.

Even if Dumbledore returns in time, by the time he realizes what has happened, the first few rounds of Hogwarts house-elf "population" explosion will have long been settled—and if everything develops according to the most ideal situation, that old wizard who has never married and had children may only begin to realize the problem when the castle has a "labor surplus."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald would never understand that "surplus labor" is simply a false proposition, and the capitalized new world is never worried about this problem.

In this world, there is nothing more suitable as the foundation of "Magitech civilization" and industrial transformation than house-elves.

After all, the "surplus value" on house-elves is the highest among all intelligent races.

Before Burleigh could continue to ask anything, a house-elf ran over in a hurry from not far away with a pop.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy is about to arrive—"

"Oh? I understand. Let him come directly..."

Elenna nodded lightly, turned her head to look at the house-elf supervisor who was hesitating to speak.

"Burleigh, speed up the statistics of the register, it is best to start the next step tonight. Now, I need a quiet, safe, and untappable conversation space."

Just as she expected, Lucius Malfoy was far too sensitive in certain things than most wizards.

No wonder Voldemort first chose Malfoy Manor as a temporary base after returning in the original work, and the "temporary wand" was also requisitioned from Lucius.

As the only direct Death Eater who personally preserved the Horcrux, Lucius Malfoy was indeed very good at opportunism and avoiding harm.

Unfortunately, Tom had obviously never really explored and stimulated the potential of his subordinates.

As for whether Lucius would refuse...

Elenna took out a diary from her chest, and her nails moved back and forth casually on the tattered cover.

All gifts of fate have long been marked with a price in secret.

It's just that sometimes, the one responsible for pricing is not the one giving the gift.

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"Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchen, Mr. Malfoy—"

The painting with a large fruit plate on it silently spun open, revealing the busy, fragrant kitchen behind it.

The house-elf responsible for leading the way stood respectfully at the door, making way for the road in the middle, signaling Lucius Malfoy to move forward.

"I will wait for you at the door when you come out. Follow this road to the end, and the head chef is waiting for you in the innermost part."

"Wait for me...to come out?"

Lucius Malfoy repeated softly, glancing meaningfully at the house-elf standing at the door like a guard.

Obviously, although it is temporarily unclear how much power that demon princess has, the Hogwarts house-elves are definitely within the other party's sphere of influence.

Or more precisely...

Lucius raised his head and looked forward along the straight kitchen passage.

At the end of a misty white mist, a "magic throne" floated in mid-air, looming.

"Hogwarts'...Demon Lord's Territory? Dumbledore, that old guy, is really getting more and more confused and useless—"

The middle-aged wizard shook his head lightly, caressed the silver cane held in his right hand, took a deep breath, and walked forward.

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