"Practice!" Sparkle screamed angrily, "you should be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, for commenting on your master like that!"

"They're not my masters anymore, Twilight!" Dobby said unconvinced, "Dobby doesn't care what they think anymore!"

"Oh, you're a bad elf, Dobby!" Sparkle whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks again, "my poor Mr. Crouch, what is he going to do without Sparkle?he needs me, he needs my help! I have taken care of Mr. Crouch's family all my life, before me, my mother, before her, my grandmother...... Oh, what would they say if they knew that Twilight had been released? Oh, shame, shame!"

She buried her face in her skirt and cried loudly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Twinkle!" Hermione looked at the glitter of her head and cried, and said in a resolute tone, "I'm sure Mr. Crouch is doing well without you. Did you know that we've seen him......"

"You've seen my master?" asked Twinkle, gasping for breath, lifting her tear-stained face from her skirt and glaring at Hermione with wide eyes, "You saw him here, at Hogwarts?"

"Yes!" said Hermione, "he and Mr. Bagman are referees in the Triwizard Tournament. ”

"Mr. Bagman is here too?" Flashing asked in a shrill voice, suddenly furious again, "Mr. Bagman is a bad wizard! a very bad, very bad wizard! My master doesn't like him, oh, not at all!"

"Bagman, bad wizard?" asked Hermione, squinting her eyes, an interesting piece of information.

In fact, with Crouch's character, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to get a high rating from him.

In his eyes, as long as his personality is not rigorous, he is not a good person who has anything to do with black magic or dark wizards.

"Yes!" Twinkle said, nodding angrily, "The master told Twinkle something! But Twinkle can't say it, Twinkle has to keep it a secret for his master......"

Again she burst into tears, and they could hear her burying her face in her skirt and crying.

"Poor master, poor master, there is no more Twinkle to help him!"

It didn't work, but Hermione was still trying to convince her not to be so sad and not to worry about Mr. Crouch.

Evan knew that Shining's worries were actually necessary, and what she was worried about had really happened.

With the help of Voldemort and the vampires, Barty Crouch Jr. has broken free.

Infiltrating Hogwarts in the form of his own father, he is plotting a terrible conspiracy, and Barty Crouch himself is uncertain.

Evan thinks he may not be dead yet, given Crouch's status and knowledge of the many secrets about the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort probably wouldn't kill him casually, and Barty Crouch Jr. needs to use his contents to make Polyjuice Potion.

Crouch should be locked up somewhere now, like Moody, and stay there weak.

For Crouch, who values reputation and power, when the truth is revealed, it can be even more uncomfortable than killing him outright.

Instead of listening to Hermione convincing Twilight, Evan asked Dobby to take him around the kitchen.

Dobby was so excited that he was gleefully talking as he showed Aven the way.

Talk about how he lives as a free elf and how he plans to spend his wages.

"Dobby is going to buy a pullover next, Master Aven!" he said, holding his bare chest, happily, "Dobby has too many clothes to buy, and he must plan it well......"

"I have a lot of small clothes that I can't wear anymore, I can give them to you!" said Evan absentmindedly, "You won't mind, I think it would be nice to make them smaller." ”

"Oh, Master Aiwen, you're really ......," Dobby said with emotion, looking very happy.

"Okay, you know where those clothes are, you can get them yourself!" said Aven hurriedly.

His gaze fell on Dobby, and then turned to the thick, locked blue-black iron door behind Dobby.

This was already the edge of the kitchen, and based on the old drawings that Evan had found, this was not the end.

He couldn't be sure, after all, the whole pattern had changed too much.

But since there was a door, then the secret or some clue might be behind this iron door, and he had to go in and see.

"Dobby, what's this place?" asked Aven, "Can we go in?!"

"It's cold storage inside, Master Aiwen!" said Dobby, "Of course you can go in, but it's a little cold inside......"

He ran over to open the iron door, and the cold breath hit him, and Evan couldn't help but shiver.

The temperature in the cold storage was very low, and there was no light in the pitch black, like a giant beast that chose to devour people and opened its mouth.

"There's a lot of space inside, Master Aven!" Dobby said, shuddering, staring ahead in fear, "Dobby heard from the other elves that this cold storage is hundreds of years old, older than everyone else. We're only using a small part of the outside now, and the elves are scared to go deep into it. ”

Evan nodded, a place that no one had been in for hundreds of years, it was really necessary to go in and check it out.

He took the map out of his bosom, and on the map, it was already the edge of the kitchen.

It seems that Harry's father and Sirius didn't go here at the time, and they didn't draw this part on the map.

Thinking about the drawings I found, there should be a lot of space behind this, what secrets are hidden here?!

The principle of refrigeration in this cold storage also makes people suspicious, since it has been used for hundreds of years, there may be a powerful magic at work in it.

Evan could feel a faint amount of magic filling the air, but it wasn't the magic he was familiar with.

"Fluorescent flickering!" he whispered, putting the map away.

Evan led the trembling Dobby into the dark cold storage, the light of his wand dispelling the darkness around him.

In front of them was a small room, as far as the eye could see, filled with rows of iron shelves.

The shelves are stacked with a variety of food, and this is the part that house-elves often use.

"Master Aven, there's a door behind that shelf that leads inside!" said Dobby.

He pointed to a shelf full of potatoes, apparently having guessed what Evan was going to do.

Evan nodded, flicked his wand, and all the potatoes and heavy shelves flew into the air and landed somewhere else.

Behind that, there was a loose blue brick wall.

It may be that the house elves built it themselves, and the workmanship is too rough. (To be continued.) )