Ginny's POV

I sat at the breakfast table suffering through the barely passable soup some poor Hufflepuff student must've thrown together. It was inconceivable all the house elves would just stop working, and I still hadn't a clue why… According to messages some other students got, it was all of them, all over Britain.

Rimuru seemed to hate the soup just as much as me, scowling as she stares into her bowl, only occasionally taking a bite.

"I think they mixed up the dish water with the soup. What d'you think, Ginny?" Rimuru asked glumly.

"It certainly tastes like it. I think even my brother could cook better than this. I wish I could have my mother's cooking right now."

As if to answer my wish, a single gray feather fell on my head before the family owl slammed into my bowl of soup, thankfully nothing important was lost.

"Heh… that owl seems to like the dish water, at least. He's yours?"

"Unfortunately… Errol is the Weasly family owl. He never sticks a landing, at least he hasn't in my lifetime. Clumsy old thing…" I sighed and lifted the owl to cradle him a bit, he clearly needed rest. Damn my parents for sending him out on parcel work, even in his old age!

I then carefully took the letter attached to his sash and unraveled it.

"Oh, dear… Not like this. Why those devils…" I felt half a mind to flop into the soup myself. At least drowning would be an improvement over them coming to Hogwarts.

"Devils?"

"My parents… They are coming here, to Hogwarts!"

"Ah, I thought you meant real ones. Might've had to get involved if you were dealin' with a few of those."

"What?"

"Never mind, Ginny. Good luck with your parents. Based on your reaction, you'll need it." Rimuru paused seemingly ponderingly for a long moment, "On second thought, maybe I should help you with these so-called 'devils'."

"No, Rimuru, no!" It came out louder than I meant it, "No… I can handle my parents on my own. No need for you to get involved in my mess of a family."

"If you say so." Rimuru shrugged, "I know how difficult moms can be. Those, and women who like to act like they're your mom. You'll have your work cut out for you."

I was barely listening to Rimuru at this point, instead internally panicking about my parents' upcoming arrival.

I considered getting up to meet them at the courtyard entrance, then I considered that my siblings would be there. That, I didn't want to deal with. The bloody boys would give me a heart attack.

"Want me to make 'em leave? I could scare 'em off if you want."

Stupid Sebastian, that boy that follows Rimuru around, nods approvingly at the girl's suggestion, but I ignore him.

"I don't think that'll work, Rimuru! They aren't just visiting… They are going to work here! Both of them!" I could feel my heart flutter, I was close to fainting.

"Eh, I still think I could do it. I'm trying to scare off that dumb blabbermouth. What's two more staff members?"

"I don't want you traumatizing them, Rimuru…" I decidedly didn't hate my parents quite that much. Maybe Ron, but not my parents. "You can bully Ron if you want. He deserves it."

"Maybe. He did call me something… Don't quite remember."

"You complained about him calling you creepy." That boy that follows Rimuru around was helpful for the first time I've ever seen.

"Ah, yeah, that was it! And then that Harry kid agreed with him."

"He was probably just brainwashed by my stupid brother. Harry is too nice to say something like that on his own." Harry couldn't be that mean-spirited on his own.

"Well if you are too anxious about this we might as well go meet them as a group. You can hide behind me at least. How's that sound?"

"I don't want that boy following us."

Sebastian stood up and snorted "I have a name, Weasley!"

Rimuru shot him a warning look and he sat back down.

"What's wrong with Sebastian?" She asked me calmly.

"He can't come with us. I don't want one of my brothers getting the wrong idea. Then I'd need to kill them."

"I see… well, you stay behind, Sebastian. As interesting as that would be to watch, I think we should avoid it." Rimuru got up, walked around the table slowly, and then proceeded to pick me up under the shoulders and carry me to the cafeteria entrance. I can only assume it was comical to see a girl carrying a girl carrying an owl.

"Why are you carrying me? Put me down!"

"You're slow, and this was a faster way to escape that awkward situation."

I just shook my head at her.

"Is that owl okay?" Rimuru pointed at Errol, still resting in one of my arms.

"He will be fine, Errol just does this. I'll just take him to the owlery to rest." At my words, Errol seemed spurred to life, quickly waking and trying to bite me.

He must've mistaken me for Ron, so I just pet him to calm him down.

That quickly seemed to calm him down enough to keep holding him, but he was attempting to peck at Rimuru.

If anything though, that was helpful. Rimuru had yet to set me down.

"I can't hold you like this…" Rimuru sighed dramatically and finally set me down. "Why does that owl seem to like you so much despite hating everyone else?"

"Tender care is all the old coot needs." I began the long trek to the Owlery, hoping there were still open roosts that didn't need a payment to reserve. This far into the school year, I wasn't that hopeful.

"I'll see you in the courtyard, make sure to get back fast. Otherwise I'll talk to your parents without you."

…

To my near horror, Rimuru was stalking my parents in the courtyard. They hadn't noticed since she was standing a ways away, but I'd catch that stark black hair and golden eyes anywhere.

Luckily, the Headmaster appeared to be sending a glance her way occasionally to prevent any horrible disasters my friend could inflict.

I quickly ran over, and alongside my running to my parents, Rimuru slowly approached.

"Ah, I was wondering when you two would actually walk over. It's rude to stare, Miss Tempest."

I quickly nodded alongside what the Headmaster said. "Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Ah. So you were unsure of your friend's intentions. Well, that is worth a chuckle, but for now I'll be on my way. You may meet me in my office later today, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

"Blimey…" My dad looked utterly stupified, but I don't think he actually had a spell cast on him. "She was staring at us? With those eyes… How didn't we notice?"

"Arthur!" Mother elbowed Dad's arm scoldingly.

"Hahaha. I don't mind."

Rimuru really doesn't realize how creepy her grin is, does she? Or maybe she's doing it on purpose.

I thumped Rimuru on the top of her head to make it go away.

"Ow! Ginny… what was that for?"

"Mum, Dad, this is Rimuru. She's my friend." I waited for a reaction, only to get several long moments of silence with no real reaction other than simple blank stares.

That is until my Mother finally caught her nerve again. "Good Afternoon, Dear… or Miss Tempest, was it? I'll be taking over the kitchens in the stead of them house-elves."

"Oh. Does that mean we'll be able to have dinner tonight? Like, real dinner?"

"Yes, because I'm certain that none of those teachers could make a decent meal, even Professor Snape with his potion-making skills."

"I wonder if he was responsible for that pathetic soup this morning… it kinda tasted like the one we made last week."

"Wait, weren't we working with poisons then?"

"Uh… were we? I think I would've noticed that."

Rimuru didn't taste test a poison, did she? No… this is not something I am talking about in front of my parents!

Mother turned to me fully. "Could we 'ave a private discussion, dear?" She asks, before lying her hand on my shoulder and already starting to lead me away without waiting for a response.

"Y-yes. A Weasley family discussion." Dad stuttered.

"Ah, I guess you must have something important to talk about. Nice meeting you." Rimuru shrugged and walked off, unbothered.

That I was glad about because I could tell that the discussion was about her with how long Mother's gaze stuck on the girl.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley!" I winced as my mother's voice turned shrill, "What were you thinking befriending such a girl? She's from Slytherin too… It's dangerous, dear..."

"I dunno, I've seen worse. Lass is mightily unnervin', but I nary call her evil." Dad was a bit more conciliatory.

"I did not call her evil, Arthur! I simply think she will be a bad influence on our little Ginny!"

"Don't call me that! Not where others could hear you!" I sent a small glare at them both, causing my coward of a father to hide behind my mother.

Which was a problem when she turned to glare at him as well. "Molly, don't embarrass our daughter…"

"I am not embarrassing, I am mothering." Mum sniffed, "Ginny, didn't we warn you that some wizards and witches are not to be trusted? Especially those of Slytherin House?"

"Yes, but Rimuru is different. She's actually decent… if a bit strange sometimes."

"Strange is certain…" Dad grumbled under his breath, but both Mom and I still heard him.

"Different, how?"

"Rimuru defended a halfblood student. That isn't anything like the other Slytherin…"

Mum raised an eyebrow at that.

"And she's much too stubborn to get tricked by any of her classmates."

"Ginny, I still think you–"

"I'm old enough to pick my own friends! I'm pretty much grown up already!"

"You. Are. Not! You are a child! Barely not a baby! You know nothing of what goes on in the wizarding world!" Mother paused and took a deep breath. "So many things have happened that you've never seen. You need to be careful! Especially with that Malfoy boy, he's dangerous."

"Oh, Rimuru hates that one. With a passion. She's openly complained about how annoying he is multiple times."

"Openly opposed one of the Malfoys… bold…" Dad muttered.

"Well, I don't think she knows much about him. No more than the rumors about his family being dark wizards, not that that would bother Rimuru. Nothing seems to make her hesitate." I shivered a bit. I guess Rimuru knows that one spell… It seems really dark, but I'm not sure…

"Rimuru is not from here, but Japan. She couldn't be involved in anything shady!"

"You cannot know that for certain, Ginny dear. Dark wizards exist around the world, not just in this country."

"I don't think Rimuru is the sort." I stomped off after that, not having half an ear to listen.

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Rimuru's POV

Those parents of hers aren't demons, or 'devils', as Ginny called them, and that was a little disappointing to find out. I like seeing the species that are referred to as demons in every world I visit. Then again, maybe ginger-haired people are just called demons in this world.

I'll have to check later.

After leaving the Weasleys to their family business, I made my way to the kitchen.

Reason being? Well, that's simple, I needed to figure out how they'd be setting up these kitchens. I needed to know if I was gonna be eating here for the next few years. If they couldn't at least match the previous quality, I'd have some choice words for the bearded principal guy.

When I got into the hallway for the kitchens though, I realized the old painting no longer worked. When trying to touch the pear, it just bit me. Instead, I used magic sense to figure out which one worked now…

I chortled when I saw it. A painting of a house elf in full sous chef attire triumphantly standing on top of a defeated-looking badger. To enter the room, you had to offer the elf a prayer.

Meaning, he was on his way to becoming a regional deity, whether or not he knew it. Well, a regional deity of this specific kitchen. He just needed some more paintings like this and a few decades.

"Alright, 'mighty' Gordzee. Let me in." I used a tiny bit of my aura to influence the painting to open as well, keeping up my chortles as I walked in.

Inside I saw an empty kitchen, but two red-haired boys were stuffing all the utensils into a sack. They looked at me with slightly anxious expressions. "Don't tell no one, and wes leave ya alone?"

It was a pitiful attempt at a threat, but I mildly respected the gusto. "Are you planning a prank?" I'd caught Gobta in many similar baffling situations. Then I helped him. Don't tell Shuna or Rigurd that second part.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, why else would you be collecting all the utensils?"

"We have good reasons… Uh… Orders from Gordzee. He let us in."

"Mhm… I don't think he did." I was sure Gordzee was in the mirror world right now considering I didn't see him in this kitchen that he'd seemingly claimed. "You told me not to tell anyone too. So, you're doing a prank then? Or stealin'? Then I'd have to tell someone."

" "We are doing a prank!" " Both boys seemed to have a bad habit of talking over each other.

"Don't tell anyone!"

"Not a single soul!"

As long as it wasn't something dangerous to other kids, I was fine letting these two be.

"So… what's the prank?"

"We wer–"

"Gonna animate all these spoons n spatu-"

"Spatutulars."

"That's not how ya say it."

"Animate them to do what?"

They both spoke at the same time. " "Well. If ya try and use 'em, they gonna wack ya." "

"Right in the face."

"We can get away with it too."

"Blame it on the house elves."

" "As long as you tell nobody!" "

The two seemed perfectly in sync, which I found pretty funny.

"Hm… So long as I can have a front-row seat, I don't mind watching." Tattling on them would be less fun than witnessing the results of this little prank, I thought.

"But wot if you get caught? Then you'd gotta blame yourself or rats us out."

"I have a way of staying out of sight. I can show you it if you want."

"And 'ow would a first year like you know how to stay outta sight?"

"Like this." I decided to make up a spell on the thought and then disappeared from sight. It was something pretty easy to do so it would probably take a few hundred years even for this body to run out of mana.

"Uh… Where'd she go?"

"How we supposed to learn that?"

"Shit." I uncloaked myself. "Sorry, forgot to use the incantation." They would need that thing to do the same themselves, I had just skipped that step on instinct.

"How can you forget?"

"Well, I don't need it." I still needed to come up with one too, something that would translate to the same effects I crafted on the spot without words.

I quickly just mashed together some words that sounded like they could be for a spell in this world. "Beo Sneakus." I said then disappeared again. "All you're doing is making yourself completely transparent."

"You sure you aren't joshing us?"

"Go ahead and try it."

"We tried an invisibility spell before and we couldn't do it."

"Mine will." I was sure it was efficient and simple enough for it to work fine for them.

The more trusting of the boys stepped forward and held his wand to his chest. Then he finally just tried it. "Beo Sneakus." He immediately became as transparent as I was, and that was to say, invisible.

The other boy excitedly raised his wand and did the same, only to make everything but his clothes invisible. "Did it work?"

"You are an idiot." His twin said while holding back laughter.

"Yeah, how did you manage to just turn your body invisible and not your clothes?"

At least it's not the other way around. I don't need to see a naked kid.

You would think that doing something like this would be harder than executing the spell as normal, but apparently not. Then again, people do things I didn't intend in convoluted ways all the time. Diablo certainly has experience in that field.

I'd say he has a PhD in it even.

"Just uh… Stop focusing on the spell, and it should disappear." I demonstrated by doing it myself.

And just like that, the boy became visible again.

Right after, he tried again and managed to turn his clothes invisible alongside his body successfully.

I was satisfied with the results. "Alright, get outta cloak, and let's handle these enchantments, shall we? I wanna enchant more than just those utensils."

Based on their wide smiles, I knew the twins were in agreement.

It didn't take long for them to just start animating everything and anything they could get their hands on. Once I saw the spell, I helped with a cheap replication.

The pots spurted water at people as they walked past, the ovens would slam their doors into your knees, the cutting boards would launch food at you, and the utensils would hit you in the face.

Meanwhile, the sinks and cupboards would re-arm all the aforementioned.

This would be glorious.

All we had to do was wait for some unwitting fool to walk into the kitchen, and then we could watch the carnage take place.

The three of us huddled together in a corner, using my self-invented spell to turn invisible as soon as we heard footsteps approaching.

Before that, though, we talked a bit, and I learned the boys' names were Fred and George Weasley. Their ginger hair kinda gave it away beforehand, but their family name just confirmed that they are related to Ginny… and that Ron kid too. Not that this detail was of consequence or anything, but it was a fact.

I guessed that they were older brothers of the two, and clearly twins. The two look identical, pretty much; either could probably pass for the other if they wanted.

Things from there progressed pretty quickly, as the stone panels on the other side of Gordzee's painting slid aside and left the pathway open. From there walked a homely-looking old lady who was kinda plump, but she didn't look unhealthy.

It gave me a bit of regret, considering it was… Professor Sprout if I remember properly. The lady in the plant class.

However, any regrets were immediately dashed when I saw Snape next. Sprout was an unfortunate sacrifice.

"As you can see… The kitchens have been left bare, and while I was able to cook a soup this morning, and simply porridge for lunch, anything more has been taxing. The students simply aren't experienced I fear…" She made occasional glances back at Snape, seeming intimidated by the man.

"Get on with it. I don't have all day."

"Come now, Severus, she's not too used to talking to anyone but the students." A shorty with glasses came in after Snape and berated the man. Deservedly.

I remembered his name was Flitwick, the Charms professor.

The fourth teacher of the group spoke up, "I don't want another word out of you, Severus, if you are planning on trudging our colleagues through the mud for just taking nary seconds of your time." I think she was the transfiguration teacher, considering I'd seen her catch a student a few times as a cat. I never really paid attention in that class since their 'transfiguration' really sucked.

Like, come on. At least being able to turn into things you've thoroughly examined should be easy without some month-long ritual, right? But no.

Anyway, from there came in the Weasley parents and the big man himself. Hagrid. "Just tell me if ya need anything repaired, Pomona. I got more than enough time on me hands." I had the apprehension he was lying about that, but just wanted to sound helpful.

It took a moment before the group actually stepped past the doorway.

Luckily, Snape in his impatience walked right into the danger zone, walking right past some of the ovens to go stand in the corner. Only to get sniped in the knees immediately and say some curse that seemed to make everyone uncomfortable.

The dumb boys right next to me snickered and I elbowed them in their invisible ribs to shut them up. I wasn't going to let these two idiots get me caught.

Right after, while Snape was seemingly still getting over the blow from the oven door, a large stock pot slid its way out of the nearby cupboard and landed on him, covering his head. Another curse, this time muffled by the metal, came out of his mouth.

At this point, the short teacher seemed worried enough to approach Snape and make sure he was alright. Clearly, they hadn't realized it was magic that was causing this yet. That is when a pot on one of the stoves spilled over, dousing the small wizard in sorta gross-looking soupy water. I refuse to believe whatever that was was soup.

The plump old lady, Miss Sprout, ran forward to help the shorty. "Mister Flitwick, I apologize…" Only for her to get slapped in the face with a spatula. That one wasn't as funny, she was always nice. I wish Lockheart was here instead, watching him get clocked by a wooden spoon would be a blast.

"Something unusual is happening here, no one move a step…" Next, the stern older lady from transfiguration moved forward carefully, trying to avoid any of the appliances so as not to get tricked by any of them. It seemed she was going to help Snape first.

"Clearly…" Snape was not too pleased with the slow uptake they'd all had.

Unfortunately, she did pass by a cabinet, so she was splattered in the face with old pudding, at least I think it was pudding. Not exactly sure. She had to wipe it off her glasses, and she definitely looked quite frustrated.

We'd managed to get all four of the house heads, so I was satisfied with what we'd netted in.

"Oh… Well, that be a problem. Hm… Any o' you have any idear what spell there was? Cus one o' ya wizards could try n' countercharm em."

"If I were to guess… I think it's the animation charm. It can be used like this…" Mrs. Weasley peeked out from behind Hagrid.

Flitwick nodded while still trying to wipe the not-soup off of his face and glasses.

A shrill chuckle rang out in the room. "Fun has been had then. Enough." All the charms in the room disappeared in an instant, visibly. Then a house elf appeared on the highest cabinet. "Well then, what are you doing here, humans?" He said that last word as if it was an insult, which I suppose I could get behind.

Snape, who'd finally gotten that pot off his head gestured up at the elf. "Was this your doing, you despicable creature?"

"Watch your tone with me, Wizard. You have no power here." The house elf smiled broadly. "Gordzee is far better than any wizard could ever be."

Didn't take him long to get a big head, I guess. Regardless, it was time to leave, so I began pulling the boys along by their robes, toward the door.

"If I may ask. Did you see who did this then?" The transfiguration teacher asked this time, damn her politeness.

The reason I say that is because Gordzee lifted his hand. "Of course. They are right there." He pointed at us and dispelled the little invisibility spell I'd made.

It left me wishing I'd made something better.

Regardless, I didn't simply disappear again because I knew the boys would rat me out regardless.

Right in the middle of the room, surrounded by the teachers and a pair of parents Ginny had described as devils, we were revealed. I braced myself for whatever was about to happen since I knew it would be nothing good.

"Boys!"

"Tempest!"

"Lass!"

"Gordzee!"

Gordzee apparently wanted his name to be in the mix of yells, so he shouted his own name just as loudly.

"Gordzee apologizes. He assumed this is how stupid humans introduced themselves." He said it in the same mocking tone and probably knew it wasn't true. My guess was just that he wanted to steal the attention back from us.

Snape started berating us, mainly me, pretty much immediately, but I didn't listen to a word of it. I already knew why he was upset, so why should I? This didn't last long, though, before Mrs. Weasley talked over him suddenly.

While Snape was more focused on me, she was more on the twins. They were her children, so it made perfect sense.

"Quiet, humans. Gordzee was talking." He sighed and dramatically pinched the bridge of his large nose. "Deal with human matters outside of Gordzee's kitchen."

That certainly got the wizards to quiet down, looking up at the elf apprehensively. In the case of the kids, they looked confused. My guess was that the adults knew they couldn't really challenge an unbound House Elf.

"Quiet now? Good. Gordzee will allow humans to work here. But Gordzee will remain in charge of kitchen. Gordzee is king of this kitchen!" Maybe he did need to be put a little bit in his place, but maybe after being basically a slave his entire life, he deserved a few centuries of being in charge.

"Excuse me… Gordzee… but I have been put in charge of this kitchen, as of today!" Mrs. Weasley spoke up in a shrill tone, her hands planted firmly on her hips and her chin raised high. "Appointed by Albus Dumbledore himself!"

"Dumbledore, false king as he may be, can't steal kitchen from Gordzee. Gordzee has toiled in kitchen as his life. Now it is his."

"Now you listen–"

"Molly…" Arthur laid his hand on the woman's shoulder as he eyed the house elf cautiously. "I don't think this is a good idea…"

"Nonsense! I have–"

"Gordzee, perhaps we can come to an agreement of sorts? It is true that Molly Weasley has been hired to run the kitchens. You both could work together as equals." The transfiguration professor suggested in a calm yet authoritative tone.

"Equals!? With a house elf!?"

"You are impetuous, human." The house elf glowered before pointing to the door. "Leave this place."

The twin boys took this as their ticket to leave but were frozen in place by an angry glare from their already furious mother.

"A duel may be in order." Snape made a terrible suggestion. "If you are so certain you are better, you will have to demonstrate it." He didn't seem to exactly take the situation seriously, I think he just wanted out of this place.

I decided to finally speak up about it myself. "Hey, Snape, can we leave? This doesn't seem like it has anything to do with us."

"Stay where you are, Tempest. The same goes for you too, Weasleys."

I didn't think it would be that easy anyway… oh well, at least I get to watch this heated argument go down.

"Gordzee does not consider a duel wise. Frail, wizards are frail. Magically, mentally. Weak creatures." I had to stop myself from nodding at that point, "Instead, Gordzee prefers tests of skill."

"State your terms." The Weasley woman brought back the arrogance from earlier and struck a similar pose.

"Gordzee will produce a masterpiece. He will cook. Then, you will cook. The children will decide who is better, as they are more neutral."

I was rather satisfied with that idea, I hadn't had a decent meal in days.

"Do you plan on cooking for the entire school?" McGonagall asked.

"Gordzee will make it work. Gordzee is amazing!" He paused. "This charm you wizards have… Replication? Silly name. Regardless. One dish each. Gordzee can replicate them for school. Once."

The transfiguration teacher nodded sagely and glanced around the room at the other staff members to see if any opposed the idea.

"I will have to propose the idea to the Headmaster, but I see no reason why he would disapprove."

"You are showing a surprising amount of… leniency, Minerva," Snape grumbled.

"Leniency is needed at times like this, Severus. You should take note."

Snape responded with nothing but an irritated sniff.

"Ahem," Flitwick loudly cleared his throat. "Have we… forgotten about something?"

"Yes, the children. What to do with them? That was a nasty prank they set up." Miss Sprout added.

"I could put 'em to work," Hagrid suggested. "A lil work to teach 'em a lesson."

"And house points deducted, as well," added Snape.

McGonagall didn't seem pleased with the man's input, "One punishment should be sufficient," She said in a dismissive tone.

"House elves no longer clean dorms." Gordzee seemed to have his own idea, "Have students do it."

The two twins immediately started complaining about not wanting to do chores, and that they don't have time to do them.

"Nonsense! If you have enough free time to set up circuses like this, then you have plenty to clean this school!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, "Fred, George, you will do as these teachers tell you or I'll…" The redhead woman trailed off after finally noticing that the boys were sufficiently cowed.

"You three will report to Mr. Filch, the custodian, this evening after dinner," McGonagall ordered us sternly. "The man does not take kindly to tardiness, so do be prompt."

I looked around and saw that nobody was opposing the idea, unfortunately. I was half hoping that I would get off the hook, but that seemed impossible. I put on my best dejected expression, despite being more angry than defeated.

"I dunno if it wise fer Filch to be tellin' the lass wot to do," Hagrid sheepishly near-whispered through his beard. "He's never been kind ta tha more magic'ly students, and Rimuru…" He seemed to bite his tongue.

I might be in for an irritating evening…

I hadn't met this 'Filch', but I'd heard about him, even seen him at a distance once or twice. He's a crusty old fellow with an equally crusty cat, both with attitudes to match their appearances. Patrolling the halls at night like some self-styled guard, many students had been caught doing things they shouldn't have been by him and his cat both. Somehow, he can communicate with the animal, without apparently being able to use magic. Filch is what these people call a Squib, which almost sounds like a slur to me.

"Well, maybe the ol' man won't be so sour with other o' his kind 'round."

So that's what they're gonna do? Hire a bunch of magically-disabled wizards and witches to replace the house elves? That sounds almost as bad.

As long as they weren't being kept as literal slaves, like with the house elves, I wouldn't do anything to stop this, though. I can only do so much, and I'd already bent the rules of this world's reality once. More interference at this point would be excessive.