Harry found this conversion always to be rather confusing. He could see both sides of the argument and he wasn't even entirely sure which one was right ... or at least more right than the other. "What if they don't respond well to the idea of being liberated?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "Those at Hogwarts had not been particularly responsive to the clothing you knitted for them. I'd assume the others would be the same."
But then, of course, there was Dobby. Who had been extremely happy about having been freed. A small smile crossed his features as he remembered the elf. Crazy, he might have been, but about as honest a friend as you could get.
And that was another thing. If they weren't serving Wizarding families as they had been, what were they going to do? He sincerely hoped Hermione wasn't getting herself into something she couldn't finish. He did not want to face a Hermione that hadn't reached whatever goal she set out for. "Doesn't the ministry own any land?"