Kreacher's body froze suddenly, and his expression looked a little sluggish!

"What's going on, Sirius?"

Remus asked in a little surprise, he knew how difficult the ancestral house-elf of the Black family was, he had never given Regulus a good look before he helped bring him back from that terrible hole, and after that incident, he finally stopped scolding him, but that was about it.

"It's Amosta—"

Sirius squinted at Kreacher and pursed his lips,

"When Kreacher first met, he also followed my mother's portrait and called Amosta 'dirty, shitty mudblood', hehe, you know, Amosta doesn't get used to it, but Kreacher is very close to Amosta now, right?"

"That powerful wizard sir helped Kreacher get back to Master Regulus, and the young master and his friends just took advantage."

Kreacher muttered, but Sirius just smiled coldly.

Perhaps Sirius's words reminded Kreacher that the gentleman he respected most was also a 'mudblood', so before Kreacher left and disappeared, he bent over Hermione and apologized in a voice that he could only hear, but did not take the pie from Hermione's hand.

"What did Professor Bryan do to Kreacher?" Hermione said with a frown.

"Oh, you won't want to know, Hermione--"

Sirius said with a smile, but then, he noticed that Hermione didn't look at him very well, so he asked, raising an eyebrow,

"What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't be so rude to it, Sirius, and," Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "it's old, it's time to retire, and you should let it rest!" ”

Sirius laughed,

"You're asking for its life, Hermione, house-elves aren't uncommon creatures to rest, retire, or anything like that, they serve their local wizarding families for life, believe me, Hermione, if I tell Kreacher to set it free now, then this scare might kill it directly!"

"I used to know a house-elf named Dobby--" Harry said suddenly, "it used to serve the Malfoys, but it didn't like the Malfoys, and desperately tried to get rid of them, and finally it was free." ”

"Really!"

Sirius said with a little surprise,

"Maybe there's some freak in every race. But, Harry, the house-elf named Dobby is an outlier, and if you know them well enough, you know I'm not lying. ”

"But--"

Hermione's frowning brow still didn't loosen, and her tone was full of accusations,

"It's ridiculous, isn't it, this table of hearty food comes from Kreacher, but it's eating a bad potato unless, you order it not to touch our food, or you don't pay it enough!"

"Wages?"

Sirius wasn't the only one laughing at the table now, and the Weasleys were basically laughing, Sirius didn't point out Hermione's mistake, but said,

"Back at Hogwarts, you can go to the library and look up house-elves, and you'll know what Kreacher and his race are all about, Hermione-"

Bill, Charlie and Percy slept until noon before the apparition came to the camp, and Ron couldn't wait to ask Charlie if he was wise to bet on Bagman, and after getting Charlie's affirmation, Ron's happy face was glowing, as if he was already imagining the good life of squandering after getting a few hundred gold coins.

As the afternoon passed, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.

At dusk, even the silent summer air seemed to tremble in anticipation. As the night shrouded thousands of eagerly waiting wizards like a curtain, the last vestiges of camouflage vanished—the Ministry seemed to succumb to the inevitable tendency to no longer oppose the people, allowing the obvious signs of magic to pop up everywhere.

Mr. Weasley could only sigh helplessly, he had foreseen that after the World Cup, it would last for half a month of endless overtime.

A few of the adults were still chatting in the tent, but Harry couldn't hold back the throbbing and joined the restless crowd outside.

Every few steps, apparitional vendors descend from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts, filled with strange things. There are glowing rose-scented badges — green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria — and the names of the players are screamed.

There are green tall hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; There is a Bulgarian ribbon, on which the lion really roars; There are the national flags of the two countries, and when they are waved, their national anthems are played; There is also a small model of a fire crossbow arrow that can really fly; There are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a smug look.

Harry met many of his classmates at Hogwarts in the bustling crowd, and Oliver Wood told Harry that he had been accepted as a substitute for Pudmere United.

Harry also saw Ravenclaw Cho Chang, a very beautiful Asian girl, and she saw Harry coming out of the Wood tent at a glance, so she waved and smiled at her, but before Harry could come to his senses, Cho Chang was squeezed out of sight by the crowd of people.

Harry looked around in disappointment, but could not find the beautiful back, and it wasn't until a vendor pushed a cart past him that he drew his attention back.

"Look at these--"

Harry walked over to the cart, which was piled high with what looked like binoculars, but it was not covered with all sorts of strange knobs and dials.

"The panoramic telescope," the wizard peddler enthusiastically pitched, "you can replay the footage in slow motion, and if you want, it can quickly flash an analysis of the game, and make a deal, ten Galleons each." ”

"Oh, if only I didn't buy this."

Ron looked at his dancing clover hat and looked at the panorama with a greedy eye.

"Buy three."

Harry said to the wizard without hesitation.

"Don't-don't bother." Ron blushed and stopped.

"If we make money from our investment in Ludo Bagman, you pay it back to me." Harry said as he shoved Ron's binoculars into his arms.

"Reasonable enough."

Ron grinned, and he played with the telescope, his eyes eager, as if he had seen the moment when he had harvested a large sum of gold from Ludo.

"Ho, thank you, Harry."

Kreacher's affair made Hermione depressed for a long time, and at this moment, she finally got rid of her emotions and accepted Harry's gift with a smile.

"I'm going to buy a game manual for someone who bought it, and voila, it's over there--"

The night had turned dark, but the sky above the jungle was constantly bursting with brilliant fireworks, Harry's heart was more urgent, he wanted to hurry back to the tent and call Sirius and Remus together, hurry to see the Quidditch match, Hermione was negotiating the price with the vendors, Harry put the newly acquired panoramic telescope to his eye sockets, and looked in the direction of the jungle with great interest.

There was a lot of noise all around, and Harry, who was watching the fireworks, suddenly changed his face, and just now, his heart suddenly cooled, and a feeling of being watched came to his heart.

Harry instinctively lowered his binoculars and looked around blankly, and with the talent of a good Seeker, it took him little time to find the source of that peep in the swirling sea of people.

Nearly two hundred feet to his right, there was a woman. Because of the distance, Harry couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but the moment he saw the woman in the off-white dress, an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly appeared in his heart.

Who exactly?

Harry blinked, trying to get a good look at the woman's face, and then he realized he happened to have a telescope in his hand. Harry quickly raised his binoculars again and looked in that direction, but his gaze was off the ground for a second or two, and there was no longer a figure in sight from that position.

"What's going on, Harry?"

Hermione returned with three match notes, and she glanced at Harry's lookout,

"See any of your Hogwarts classmates?"

"No—"

Harry's expression was a little confused, a little solemn, "Well, maybe" felt a little familiar, I didn't see her face clearly.

"Leave that alone, Harry."

Ron pulled Harry's sleeve and said excitedly,

"I saw Daddy and they walked out of the tent, let's go, they're probably going to go in!"

This book is finally excellent, thank you for your continued support and companionship, thank you!

Now that the second half of the book is getting more and more difficult to write, I will try my best to control the plot and ensure that the logic of the story is smooth, and the overall will probably end in about 2 million words.

(There are still dozens of monthly passes to 1000, ask for a ticket)

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