The idea of Twinkle represents the vast majority of house-elves, and outliers like Dobby are in the minority after all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The long-term oppression has caused them to form this wrong and deformed concept.

House-elves are slaves of wizards, and the scariest thing is that they are still willing.

Evan knew this, but the others didn't.

Hearing Twilight's words, Harry asked blankly, "Is there anything wrong with that, shouldn't Dobby be paid?"

Twinkle seemed frightened by the thought and closed her fingers so that her face was half covered again.

"House-elves are not paid to work, sir!" she screeched from behind her fingers, "this is the worst, worst thought, terrible, and it is a shame for us. ”

Hearing her words, Hermione's eyebrows furrowed upward.

Evan knew that this was a sign that she was not used to something and was ready to give her opinion.

Sure enough, she turned her gaze to Evan in the next second, with an inquiring look on her little face.

"I've paid Dobby, and I've got holidays!" Evan whispered, "four gold gallons a month and a day off." ”

"That's it!" Hermione's brow furrowed even tighter, "I never knew you were using Dobby ...... in such a cheap way"

Evan wanted to give Dobby more gold gallons and holidays, but the house-elf didn't accept it.

Think about it, every time you ask him to talk less or care a few words, it will make him hug his thighs and cry.

Over time, Evan stopped asking for trouble.

For house-elves, more work means more joy!

But Hermione apparently didn't think so, and judging by her expression, it seemed that Evan was squeezing cheap labor.

She knew Dobby's job, and it was Aven's full-time servant, available twenty-four hours a day.

With such a large workload, he can only get one gold galleon per week, what is the difference between this and a slave?!

Over there, the conversation between Harry and Twinkle continued.

"There's nothing wrong with getting paid, and Dobby should have some fun. Harry said.

"House-elves shouldn't have fun, Harry Potter!" Sparkle said earnestly, covering his face with his hands, as if angry, and called Harry's full name directly, "House-elves are completely at the behest of their masters, I have a fear of heights, but my master sent me to the top box, and here I am, Harry Potter!"

She glanced towards the edge of the box and took a breath of cold air.

"Why did he send you here when he knew you had a fear of heights?" Harry frowned disnoissedly.

"Master, master wants me to get him a seat, Harry Potter, he's too busy. Twilight turned her head and looked at the empty seat next to her, "Twilight wished she had returned to her master's tent, Harry Potter, but Twilight obeyed, and unlike Dobbi, Twilight was a very good house-elf." ”

She looked at the edge of the box again in fear, and quickly covered her eyes completely.

There was silence for a while, everyone looked at each other, and Hermione was the only one frowning and thinking about something.

"These house-elves are weird, aren't they?" Ron whispered.

"Dobby is even weirder than she is!" Harry agreed.

"They're just thinking too simply, but it's not bad in nature. Evan said, glancing at Hermione uneasily, "House-elves have their own ways of living and customs, and we shouldn't be standing on the side of the superior unknown to interpret these, or even try to intervene. ”

He didn't know if Hermione had listened, and hoped she wouldn't do anything to save the house-elves.

But on second thought, if Hermione hadn't done that, she wouldn't have been Hermione!

That's one of Hermione's traits and what makes her so endearing.

Some things are meant to be changed no matter what.

Evan thought about it, stopped caring about Hermione, and did something that was within his control.

He quietly pulled out his wand and aimed it at the empty spot beside Flash, where the subtle magic fell silently.

This is a tracking spell that allows Evan to grasp his current location within a certain range.

Voldemort and the vampires can save Barty Crouch Jr., but they can't make them fight too much.

Something as crazy as the Centaur ruins can't happen here at the World Cup venue.

It suddenly occurred to Evan that every time he saw the evil god descend, in the end, because of the lack of flesh and blood of the sacrifice, it could not keep up with the expansion rate of its huge body, and finally caused its body to begin to collapse and cracks appeared.

The expansion of the evil god seems to be endless, if there is a supply of flesh and blood of 100,000 people, what will it become?!

Probably the whole of Britain will be covered by it, and maybe all the way out of the atmosphere.

These monsters are really terrifying......

Soon, everyone's attention shifted from Sparkle to the Quidditch field.

Ron pulled out his panoramic telescope and began to debug, looking at the crowd on the other side of the gym.

"That's awesome!" he fiddled with the replay knob on the side of the telescope, "I can make the old guy over there pick his nose again, and pull it out again, and pull it again......

"Hermione just said there was a mascot show before the game, I wonder what that would be?" asked Harry curiously.

"Oh, that's always worth seeing. Mr. Weasley said, "You'll be impressed by the decision." ”

"It's a tradition of the World Cup, where the national teams bring some amazing animals from their home countries to put on a show. Sirius said to Harry, "It's a very rare thing, and they brought over thirty phoenixes one year. ”

Dumbledore had a phoenix, Fawkes, a magical creature with golden feathers.

The phoenix is very rare, native to Egypt, India and China, and there are subtle differences between different places.

But overall, they are all very ornamental, and it is hard to imagine what it would be like for more than 30 phoenixes to fly around the field.

For the next half hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, who looked like great wizards of great stature.

Sirius sneered in return, and he sat in the corner, whispering to Evan about the wizards' past.

In front of them, Percy hurried to his feet again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in thorns.

When the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

Embarrassed, he hurriedly repaired the lenses with his wand, and sat down in his seat in a daze.

When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.

Then, Fudge saw Sirius and Evan sitting in the corner and walked over with a smile on his face. (To be continued.) )