The woman who had disappeared in the field of vision had always been in Harry's mind, and on the way to the arena, Harry was silent, but he kept wondering where the woman he felt familiar had appeared, and he felt as if there was a thin barrier in his head that separated him from the truth.

Mr. Weasley led them through the woods for twenty minutes, and finally, coming out of the other side of the woods, Harry finally let go of his thoughts on the woman until he saw the magnificent building in front of him.

Looking up, Harry found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium. The stadium was so exaggerated that Harry could only see part of the magnificent golden wall around the stadium, but he could still see that the space inside would fit ten cathedrals.

With the exception of Mr. Weasley, everyone unconsciously opened their mouths and looked at the great building in front of them with respect.

"It can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley seemed pleased with the look of surprise on their faces, and he said with a smile, "Hundreds of employees of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for more than half a year!"

"Amazing!" Sirius exclaimed heartily, "This time the British Ministry of Magic is going to show its face internationally, Arthur!" ”

Sirius's praise made Mr. Weasley's face bloom with chrysanthemums, and although he was not valued in the Ministry, Mr. Weasley still had a deep affection for the Ministry of Magic, where he had worked for most of his life, and he proudly walked in front, greeting every Ministry of Magic official he knew, and leading Harry and them towards the wicket.

"First class ticket!" The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Penthouse!" Keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the top! ”

Even Harry and Hermione, who had worked hard in gym class, climbed out of breath before they finally reached the top, where the position was really as high as the mountain, and looking down, the wizards who walked into the venue to prepare for the table were as small as the migrating ant colony.

At this moment, even Sirius felt a little grateful to Ludo.

They were in a small box with a viewing platform facing the golden goalposts, which was the best place to watch the game, and it was not something that money could buy.

There were a lot of them, and in order not to get in the way, Mr. Weasley beckoned the children to hurry to the box and take their seats, and there were already some people in the box, they were undoubtedly powerful figures in the Ministry of Magic or the wizarding world, Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with them, greeting them, and then introducing Percy to them.

"Where's Remus, he was behind me just now?"

Harry walked behind Sirius, he was about to enter the box, but suddenly found that Remus, who was still with them before, disappeared at some point, looked around and couldn't find it, Harry pulled Sirius's sleeve, let go of his voice and tried his best to suppress the sound of the mountain and tsunami in the arena.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you!"

Sirius turned his head to look at Harry, with a complicated expression,

"Remus can't sit with us, there are too many wizards on this occasion, and the Ministry of Magic strives to be foolproof!"

Harry's head turned a few times to figure out what Sirius was talking about, his face indignant, but he didn't know how to protect Remus, and only then did he realize how difficult it was for another friend of his father's to survive in the wizarding world, and why Remus had invested in Fred and George.

With a depressed mood, Harry walked into the box, he glanced at Mr. Weasley, who was busy communicating with people, and gave up his intention to protest to him, and his eyes swept over Hermione and Ron, Hermione was chatting with Ginny, and Ron and Fred and George had already set their eyes on the scoreboard, so Harry also gave up his plan to accuse the Ministry of Magic with Hermione and Ron.

Glancing over the slightly darkened box, Harry suddenly noticed that in the last row of the box sat a small strange fellow, whose legs were too short to stretch out on the chair in front of him. It was covered with a loose robe, and its face was buried in its hands. But the long, bat-like ears sounded so familiar to Harry, like a house-elf he had ever known!

"Dobby?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

The elf heard the movement and finally released its face from his hand, and Harry immediately realized that he had mistaken the wrong person.

"Oh, I'm sorry--"

Harry nodded apologetically, "I took you for Dobby. Well, it's also a house-elf. ”

"But I know Dobby, sir!"

The elf screamed, and it still hadn't put its hands down completely, as if the light in front of it was too strong to stab its eyes,

"My name is Twilight, sir-sir-"

When the elf's gaze fell on Harry's forehead, her eyes, which were very different from Dobby's, immediately opened up.

"You're definitely Harry Potter!"

Today, Harry didn't know how many times he had faced this kind of scene, and he nodded calmly,

"Hello, Twilight, you know Dobby, oh, have you worked together?"

"Twinkle at the service of Mr. Barty Crouch!"

Speaking of her master, the house-elf named Twinkle looked in reverence, but then, she said, "And Dobby. To say something disrespectful to you, sir, I am afraid it will not do him any good if you free Dobby. ”

"Why?" Harry was surprised and asked, "What's wrong with it?" ”

"Dobby's mind is full of freedom, sir," said Twinkle sadly, "all unrealistic thoughts, sir, he can't find a job, and no one will give a job to an elf who asks for pay and holidays, sir!" ”

Harry instinctively glanced at Hermione on the side of the guardrail, and then, looking back, he said with a frown,

"What, house-elf jobs are unpaid and unpaid?"

"Of course not, sir!" Twinkle said seriously, "All house-elves belong to the master, and we must obey the master's orders unconditionally, just like Twilight, Mr. Harry Potter-" Twinkle spread the hand covering her face and glanced towards the edge of the box, then gasped, "I have a fear of heights, but the master sent me to the top box, and I'll come, sir--"

Barty Crouch?

Harry remembered that he was Percy's boss, and that he was the same high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic who had ordered Sirius to throw Sirius into Azkaban fourteen years earlier.

"He knows you have a fear of heights, so why did he send you here?"

Although he hadn't met Barty Crouch, Harry was sure he wouldn't like this man, and he asked with a frown.

"Master--Master wants me to get him a seat, Mr. Harry Potter, he's too busy."

Twilight checked her head and looked at the seat next to her, "Twilight wished she could return to her master's tent, Harry Potter, but Twilight obeyed, Twilight is a very good house-elf." ”

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

Harry wanted to ask Dobby about how he was doing, but there was a sudden wave of people in the box, led by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge's arrival was like a big stone thrown into the rippling water, and the box was suddenly lively, and the celebrities who had spoken with Mr. Weasley got up one by one and came to Fudge in a flattering manner, and Percy, with the help of Mr. Weasley, also came to Fudge, who bent too low when he bowed, and accidentally smashed his eyes on the ground.

Twinkle seemed to be afraid of the big man among the wizards, and he leaned sideways, leaning on the armrest of the seat it had reserved for Mr. Barty Crouch, not daring to look at him.

"Oh, Harry, I didn't expect to see you here!"

The politician's eyes are always sharp, and Fudge's gaze passed through the head in front of him to Harry at the back of the box, and he waved at Harry and greeted him cordially.

Harry couldn't talk to Twilight anymore, he walked from the back of the box to the front, and was warmly stopped by Fudge and introduced to the foreign wizard who had come in with Fudge in a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim.

Harry didn't expect that a figure like the Bulgarian Minister of Magic would be so curious about his scar like the foreign wizards he had seen this morning, and the Minister immediately pointed to Harry's forehead with an excited expression, and said a lot of things that no one could understand.

"He's finally got something--"

Fudge said to Harry wearily, "I don't understand the language, I've been arguing all night, this kind of thing should be left to Barty, ah, I saw his house-elf set up a seat for him, and he thought so thoughtfully, these guys in Bulgaria always want to get the best seats. Ahh

Although Fudge faced Harry, he accurately caught someone approaching behind him, and he immediately changed his face and greeted the visitor in a brisk voice.

"Lucius, you're here!"

(End of chapter)