To the right of the stands, almost parallel to everyone's line of sight, is a huge blackboard with golden words and patterns flashing on it, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing it.

Those flashing words and graphics are all advertisements for the audience in the arena.

Cornflower: a broomstick for the whole family! Safe and reliable, with built-in anti-theft, silencer

Mrs. Skoll All-purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Easily remove stains!

Wizard Outfits: London, Paris, Hogsmeade.

Harry withdrew his gaze from the billboard and turned his head to look at the box next door.

There wasn't much in the box yet, except for a surprisingly small guy sitting in the penultimate seat in the back row.

The little one's legs were too short to stick out on the chair in front of it. It was surrounded by a tea towel that wiped the tea set, as if it were wearing a loose robe, and its face was buried in its two hands.

But the long, big, bat-like ears were so familiar......

"Dobby?" Harry said incredulously.

The little one looked up and let go of his fingers, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes and a nose shaped and sized like a large tomato.

Not Dobby - though, no doubt, this is also a house-elf, the same identity as Dobby before.

"Oh! Is Harry Potter calling me? ”

The voice came from above Harry's head, not from the box next door.

An elf emerged from the top of the box, dressed in black leather armor and leather pants like the famous Redeemer Neo.

Grabbing the tassel on the top of the box with both hands, he jumped down with a shaky move.

“？？？”

Harry looked at Dobby, dressed in odd clothes, in surprise.

Then he asked curiously, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Enjoy the freedom!" Dobby said happily.

"Dobby wants Ireland to win the game!"

Ron looked at Owen who was pestering Glanger, then turned to look at Dobby, "Where do you go after the morning when I thought you should be with Owen?" ”

"Dobby is off work." Dobby said something terrible in a flat way.

"Dobby works from five o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Ha ???" Ron tugged at his hair and looked at him in bewilderment.

Can house-elves still get off work?

After that, he couldn't help but look at Owen, "What do you think?" ”

"Hire someone who doesn't need money? I always pay by the hour! Owen, who was jamming Granger's fangs and claws with his table legs, shouted, "I'm so poor that I jingle !! ”

Ron rolled his eyes.

You are poor!

There are no rich people at Hogwarts!

"So what are you going to do in the afternoon? What do you do when you eat? He then asked.

"Mr. Ron Weasley." Owen turned his head to look at him, "Although- you have a mother, but you don't have long hands, although- I don't have a mother, this is weird?"

But I have long hands, and cooking spells aren't that hard to learn. I just need someone to cook when I can't get up in the morning.

And—

I've got Kreacher! He doesn't charge money for cooking!

And didn't I come to your house to eat? ”

He said righteously.

He didn't care about Mr. Weasley, who was sitting next to him, and he had a smile on his face.

This child—he was a spoiled child who was distressed by himself.

It's sympathetic to Owen's life experience again.

But seeing that he told his most tragic life experience without scruples, he was surprised by the strength of this child.

"Well, you know how to save money." Ron had to give Owen a thumbs up!

———— "House-elves are not paid to work!" Sir, don't let that elf corrupted by the goblins tarnish our reputation. ”

Suddenly, a scream came from another box.

Everyone heard about it.

The elf, who looked about the same size as Dobby, stared at Dobby dancing and showing off his new clothes to Harry.

"Isn't it right to be paid to work for people?" Harry was dumbfounded!

"That's right!!" Owen shouted, "Damn old Deng, copy this sentence a hundred times!" A hundred times!! ”

"N-no!" Twilight seemed to be frightened by the statement.

She clasped her fingers together. "It's a shame for the house-elf, Dobby—he still wants to be paid, and it's a shame you took him in," he screamed.

Otherwise, Twilight really didn't know what would become of him, and Twinkle had told him that if he continued to fall like this, he would soon be captured and questioned by the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control like some lowly goblin. ”

"Dobby won't get caught!" Dobby, who stopped showing off on the side, stuck his waist and stared at his round eyes and said, "Dobby has no master, Dobby is a free elf." Dobby can go anywhere in the world.

Dobby has been to Paris, to Berlin, to the Alps, to Egypt, to the pyramids, to New Zealand, to the Ryukyus, to the Ming Kingdom.

Dobby has seen the sunshine of the golden mountains, the sunset bells of the temples on the snow-capped mountains, the sunset sunset into the sea, and the moon rising from the valley.

Dobby has seen things that many wizards have never seen and has been to places that wizards have never been. Dobby loves to travel, Dobby is Dobby, it's not anyone's thing! ”

He exclaimed.

The sound penetrated the box and fell into the sparkling ears.

Her expression turned horrified, staring at Dobby as if she were looking at a monster.

And what about the little wizards?

None of their expressions were too good.

The elf's generosity and fierce words are shocking!

But the crowd found that they were not as good as an elf.

Because none of the places Dobby said, they have ever been!

"You-" Twinkle shuddered.

As if hearing the evil whispers of some hellish ghost, "House-elves, there shouldn't be fun. House-elves need a master, they need a master.

If there is no host-"

"If there is no master-"

"You're free. Slave! ”

Owen dodged Miss Granger's punch with a sideways slide.

Then he snapped her out with a chair with his backhand.

"It's all petrified!" The spell hit the chair.

Nail her to the pillar of the private room.

"Let go of me!" She roared.

"I don't! Not really! Bite me! ”

"Humph!" As if he had won a battle, the little blackhead tilted his head and sat back in his seat proudly.

"You remind me of the gypsy tales of a beautiful woman who was turned into a boa constrictor because she sludged her own parents." He pulled a glass of cold lemonade out of his pocket and took a sip.

He had just bought it from a vendor outside the stadium.

Originally, the guy was going to add a little golden toad bile to this innocent lemonade, and I heard that after drinking that thing, people will see many beautiful hallucinations.

But Owen didn't let him add it because it would affect the taste.

"I heard that's where the blood curse comes from."

"Turned into a python?" Ron shuddered at the sound.

The twins couldn't help but look at Owen, "Disobeying your parents so you were turned into a python?" ”

"For 150 years, you will be beheaded every night." Owen told the story, and it was clear that this was another Muggle-adapted wizard story, and the content had long since been unrecognizable.

"Do you really think that's the kind of parents? I think it's right to call it the master. ”

"Aren't that poor woman and house-elf all the same? The edges and corners of resistance have been erased, and a hundred and fifty years later, that woman may become as obedient to people as elves. ”

There was a thick mocking tone in his voice.

"Now that you're obedient to people's words, why don't you consider changing to someone more powerful?" Owen raised an eyebrow and looked at Twinkle and the empty chair next to her.

Not surprisingly, that should be Barty Crouch Jr.'s place.

And it was because of the riots he caused in the World Cup that Voldemort learned that his most loyal men were still alive.

Thus there is a series of stories that follow.

"Hey! The elf over there, have you considered changing employers? As the so-called good birds choose trees to perch, I see that you are docile and diligent, come to my house to work! I promise not to give money! ”

"No!" Twinkle covered her face. Turning his head sideways, he glanced at the empty seat beside him, "Sparkle's master will be back soon, he will be back soon, Sparkle will never betray the Crouch family." ”

"But—your Crouch family doesn't have much time to jump. They will have to receive a boxed lunch in no more than fifty chapters. There is no future with such a family! ”

Owen continued.

But Twinkle ignored him.

When he heard that the little wizard in front of him had slandered his master's house, the little elf turned his head away and stopped talking to them.

"Looks like she's going to end up in the Hogwarts kitchen."

Owen withdrew his gaze with a little pity.

On the other side, our Miss Granger—she easily broke free of the chair.

Without even using a wand or chanting a spell, he directly cast a transfiguration spell without a wand and silently, turning the chair into a balloon.

"Humph!" Miss Granger, who had broken free, glared at Owen viciously, and then sat back sulkingly.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

In the box, only Owen diluted the lemonade to the ground and made a 'whirring' sound.

"Look, it's Dumbledore!"

As soon as Harry withdrew his gaze from the box next door, he began to take up the pitch in large numbers.

After a while, he suddenly found the white-bearded old man in the stands in the center of the court.

"Look at the woman next to him, oh my god she's bigger than Hagrid."

Ron exclaimed.

Naturally, he was surprised by the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Olim Maxim.

The half-blood witch with the blood of a giant.

In addition to Sirius, there were two familiar faces around Dumbledore.

One was their former alchemy professor, Wenda. Rozier.

The other looked to be about Dumbledore's size.

The same witch with gray hair and deep wrinkles on her face.

Owen speculates that she may be the headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"So, Wenda, that grandma of mine went to Durmstrang to be the headmaster?" Owen was a little surprised, but a little expectant, because some time ago he saw a newspaper about Wenda.

To be honest, he doesn't have much hatred for Wenda Rozier.

Although he had tried to kill her, but had no success, he would not attack her again.

His mother had forgiven her mother, and he had carried out his share as a child's revenge.

One time was enough, and he worked hard for it.

It's over.

"Oh my God! Owen, Professor Wenda has become the headmaster of Durmstrang, so we'll be in the morning—" Harry was a little worried.

"Don't worry! She won't trouble you for such a trivial matter! Owen looked at Harry with disgust, "It's only possible to go to those Durmstrong wizards who have suffered defeat." ”

"Wow! There's a magic headmaster, and that's cool! Ron sighed. Our family—"

"When old Deng went to school, the vice principal was a member of the Weasley family." Owen reminded Ronan Dao. "You should at least know your own family history!"

Hearing this, Ron was a little surprised at first!

And then there was shame.

Then he lowered his head - he really didn't know that anyone in his family had ever been the Headmaster of Hogwarts!

He thought his family had been living in a snail's nest all along.

Mr. Arthur, seeing the shame on his youngest son's face, was not to blame Ron.

The Weasleys were unimaginably large, as they had never been Muggle-born wizards, so they had many branches.

Plus — you know, the Weasleys were like rabbits in a litter, and within a few years there were a whole bunch of Weasleys.

The Weasley lady more than a hundred years ago had little to do with Arthur's lineage.

Their parents may have had the same origin two or three hundred years ago, but let alone two or three hundred years, the relationship has faded after a few years of inconnection, and it is normal for Ron and them not to understand this history.

However, Mr. Arthur is more interested in the current headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Wenda Rozier.

"Owen, your Wenda-um-ma'am, a relative?" He interjected and asked, confused.

As Wenda's name was pronounced, Mr. Arthur's tone was inexplicably strange.

Of course, he knew the story of Grindelwald, and of course he knew what the French rose beside him had done.

Although last year, the former vice president of the federation, Swan Rozier, pardoned Wenda for all his crimes.

But this is by no means convincing.

There have already been strong winds and waves on the European side.

Dumbledore was silent.

This has become a stain on the attacks of foreign wizards.

"Well, it's my grandma." Owen said flatly.

"Grandma? Are you a member of the Rozier family? Mr. Arthur was shocked.

"He's also the heir to the Rozier family in France!" The twins were talking.

"Oh! That's shocking! Mr. Arthur sighed, so the child in front of him should be the same as the child of the Malfoy family, the heir of a huge family?

This—Mr. Arthur was secretly frightened.

He simply thought that Owen was a half-blood wizard.

However, he didn't have much of a disagreement with Owen's identity.

The Weasleys were never hostile to a child because of their bloodline.

Except for Malfoy.

If he could be friends with his own children and Gryffindors like Harry and Hermione, he would not be destined to be an evil little wizard at heart.

Mr. Arthur is absolutely confident in this.

As he spoke, there was a loud bang in the Quidditch field!

Countless fireworks were then lifted into the air.

All eyes finally returned to the court.

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

"There was a mascot show before the game? I wonder what that would be? Harry asked curiously.

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

"It's a tradition at the World Cup, where the national teams bring some amazing animals from their home countries to put on a show." "It's all very rare things, and one year they brought a couple of phoenixes," he explained. ”

Phoenix, Dumbledore's Fox is a phoenix.

It is a magical beast with golden feathers and strong magical powers.

But be warned, phoenixes are not kept - it should be said that, as an extremely noble creature, they can only recognize a partner - not a master.

For example, Dumbledore and Fawkes.

They are partnerships, not master servants as ordinary wizards understand them.

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

"Look, Barty Crouch walks over."

"What was he talking to Sirius?" Harry wondered.

He pulled out his panoramic telescope, which allowed him to see more clearly, but he couldn't hear them.

"What else could be—"

Owen tilted his head, "It's nothing more than inviting Sirius to join the Ministry of Magic, and as a tragic hero of the post-war era, he is now very famous among the ordinary people in the wizarding world. If he could become an employee of the Ministry of Magic, an Auror, it would be in the interest of the Ministry.

Not to mention, the Black family, as the oldest pure-blood wizard family, has a strong network of connections and wealth. ”

"Humph! That Barty Krach hasn't even stepped down yet! Hermione spoke suddenly, a clear expression of disgust on her face.

The riots caused by the suspension of the Unforgivable Law were a great shock to the witch who stood in the common class.

How many civilian deaths have come from the hands of those privileged classes.

Especially after Owen jokingly explained why Barty Crouch did what he did, she was even more angry.

Because that's what a typical politician does.

There is no essential difference between what a man who claims that God calls me God, a cabinet secretary, did - suppressing the labor-man march with the army.

Because they are defending the interests of the top.

"If nothing else, he'll probably be in this position for a long longer—" Owen said flatly.

"I don't understand!" Hermione said, "He should be responsible for the wizards who died in the riots!"

What qualifications does he have to sit in that position? ”