I, Hogwarts Second Week

On the right side of the stand, almost at eye level with everyone, is a huge blackboard, with golden words and patterns constantly flashing on it, as if an invisible giant hand is writing on the blackboard and then erasing them. go.

Those flashing words and patterns are all advertisements for the spectators in the stadium.

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

Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Removes stains with ease!

Fengya brand wizard uniforms: London, Paris, Hogsmeade.

Harry took his eyes away from the billboard, turned his head and looked at the box next door.

There was no one in that box yet, except for a surprisingly small guy sitting in the penultimate seat in the row behind.

The little guy's legs were too short and could only be stretched out on the chair in front of him. It was wearing a tea towel for wiping the tea set, as if wearing a loose robe, and its face was buried in its hands.

However, those pair of long, bat-like big ears look so familiar...

"Dobby?" Harry said in disbelief.

The little guy raised his head and loosened his fingers, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes and a nose shaped and sized like a large tomato.

Not Dobby - but, no doubt, this was a house-elf, just like Dobby had been.

"Oh! Is Harry Potter calling me?"

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

An elf appeared from the top of the box. He was wearing black leather armor, leather jacket and leather pants, just like the famous savior Neo.

A pair of hands grabbed the hanging tassel on the top of the box and jumped down swinging.

"???"

Harry looked at Dobby in surprise.

Then asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"

"Enjoy freedom!" Dobby said happily.

“Dobby wants Ireland to win!”

Ron looked at Owen, who was entangled with Granger, and then turned to Dobby: "Where did you go after the morning when I thought you were supposed to be with Owen?"

"Dobby is off work." Dobby said the extraordinary words calmly.

"Dobby's working hours are from five o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Huh???" Ron pulled his hair and looked at him in confusion.

Can house elves still get off work?

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

"Is it free to hire? I'm paid by the hour, okay!" Owen, who was using a table leg to hold Granger's clawing arms, shouted, "I'm so poor!!!"

Ron rolled his eyes.

You are poor!

There are no rich people in Hogwarts!

"Then what will you do in the afternoon? What will you do with your meal?" He then asked.

"Mr. Ron Weasley." Owen turned to look at him, "Although - you have a mother, but you don't have hands, even though - I don't have a mother. Why is that 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 still have Kreacher! He doesn’t charge for cooking!

And didn’t I just come to your house to have a meal? "

He said righteously.

He didn't care at all about Mr. Weasley sitting next to him, with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

This child - he was worried about his spoiled child.

I sympathize with Owen's life experience again.

But seeing him telling his most tragic life experience without any scruples, I was surprised at 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 for their work! Sir, don't let that elf who was led by a goblin tarnish our reputation."

Suddenly, a scream came from another box.

Everyone heard this and went away.

The elf, who looked similar to Dobby, stared uprightly at Dobby, who was dancing and showing off his new clothes to Harry.

"If you work for others, you should be paid. Isn't this the right thing to do?" Harry said blankly!

"That's right!!!" Irving shouted, "Damn old Deng, you have to copy this sentence a hundred times! A hundred times!!!"

"No-no!" Twinkle seemed frightened by this statement.

She closed her fingers together. Screamed: "It's a shame for the house-elf, Dobby - he wants to be paid, thank you for taking him in.

Otherwise, Winky really doesn't know what he will become. Winky once told him that if he continues to degenerate like this, he will soon be arrested by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures like a despicable goblin. "

"Dobby will not be caught!" Dobby, who stopped showing off at the side, put his hands on his waist and stared at his round eyes: "Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf. Dobby can go to the world. anywhere.

Dobby has been to Paris, Berlin, the Alps, Egypt, climbed the pyramids, New Zealand, Ryukyu, and the Ming Dynasty.

Dobby had seen the sun shining on the Golden Mountain, the sunset bells ringing from the temples on the snow-capped mountains, the sun setting into the sea, and the moon rising from the valley.

Dobby has seen many sights that no wizard has ever seen, and has been to places that no wizard has ever been to. Dobby loves to travel. Dobby is Dobby, no one else’s! "

he exclaimed.

The sound penetrated the box and fell into Twinkle's ears.

Her expression became frightened, and she stared at Dobby as if he were a monster.

And what about the little wizards?

Their expressions are not very good.

The elf’s generous and passionate words were shocking!

But everyone found that they lived worse than an elf.

Because they have never been to any of the places Dobby mentioned!

"You-" Twinkle trembled all over.

As if hearing the evil whisper of some devil from hell, "House elves shouldn't have fun. House elves need a master, they need a master."

If there is no master——”

"If there is no master——"

"You are free. Slave!"

Owen slipped sideways to avoid Miss Granger's fist.

Then he used a chair to get her out.

"All petrified!" The curse hit the chair.

Nailed her to the pillar of the private room.

"Let me go!" she roared.

"I won't! No! Bite me!"

"Hmph!" The little black man looked up and sat back in his seat proudly, as if he had won a battle.

"You remind me of the story spread by the gypsies, about a beautiful woman who was turned into a python because she muddled her parents." He took a glass of iced lemonade from his pocket and took a sip.

He just bought this from a vendor outside the stadium.

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

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

"I heard this is the origin of the blood curse."

"Become a python?" Ron chattered when he heard the sound.

The twins couldn't help but look at Owen, "You disobeyed your parents and were turned into pythons?"

"I will be beheaded every night for one hundred and fifty years." Owen told the story. Obviously this is another Muggle-adapted wizard story, and the content has long been changed beyond recognition.

"Do you really think those people are parents? I think it's appropriate to call them masters."

"Isn't that poor woman the same as a house elf? The edge of resistance has been erased. One hundred and fifty years later, that woman may become as obedient as an elf."

His voice was laced with a rich mocking tone.

"Since you already obey people's advice, why not consider changing to someone more powerful?" Owen raised his eyebrows and looked at Twinkle and the empty chair next to her.

Unsurprisingly, that should be Barty Crouch Jr.'s position.

And it was because of the commotion he caused at the World Cup that Voldemort learned that his most loyal subordinate was still alive.

Thus came the following series of stories.

"Hey! Little elf over there, have you considered changing your employer? As the saying goes, a good bird chooses the wood where it roosts. I think you are docile and hard-working. Come work at my house! I promise not to pay you!"

"No!" Twinkle covered her face. He turned his head and glanced at the empty seat next to him, "Windy's master will be back soon. He will be back soon. Winky will never betray the Crouch family."

"But - your Crouch family doesn't have much time to play around. They won't be able to get lunch for more than fifty chapters at most. There is no future for following such a family!"

Owen continued.

But Twinkle ignored him.

After hearing that the little wizard in front of him slandered his master, the elf turned away and stopped talking to them.

"It seems that her only destination is the kitchen of Hogwarts."

Owen withdrew his eyes with a little pity.

On the other side, our Miss Granger - she easily broke free from the chair.

He didn't even use a wand or recite a spell. He just cast the transformation spell without a wand and silently, turning the chair into a balloon.

"Huh!" Miss Granger, who broke free, glared at Owen fiercely, then sat back sulking.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

In the box, the only sound left was the sound of Owen diluting lemonade on the floor.

"Look, it's Dumbledore!"

After Harry looked away from the box next door, he started to play on the court in large numbers.

After a while, he suddenly found the white-bearded old man who had deducted Irving's royalties from the stands in the center of the stadium.

"Look at that woman next to him, my God, she's stronger than Hagrid."

Ron exclaimed.

The person who naturally aroused his surprise was Olim Maxim, the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The hybrid witch with giant blood.

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

One is their former alchemy professor, Wenda Rozier.

The other one seemed to be as old as Dumbledore.

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

Owen speculated that she might be the headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"So, Wenda, my grandma went to Durmstrang to become the principal?" Owen was a little surprised, but he had some expectations, because he saw Wenda's story published in the newspaper some time ago.

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

Although he tried to kill her but failed, he would never attack her again.

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

Once was enough, he worked hard for it.

it's all over.

"Oh my God! Owen, Professor Wenda has become the principal of Durmstrang, then in the morning we will-" 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 that she would trouble the Durmstrang wizards who suffered defeat."

"Wow! It's so cool to have a magic principal grandma!" Ron sighed. "Our family——"

"When Old Deng was in school, the vice-principal was a member of the Weasley family." Owen reminded Ronan. "You should at least know your family history!"

Hearing the sound, Ron was a little surprised at first!

Then came the shame again.

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

He thought that his family had always been living in poverty.

Mr. Arthur saw the shame on his youngest son's face. In fact, it was not Ron's fault.

The Weasley family is unimaginably large, because their family has never been a Muggle-born wizard, so there are many branches.

In addition - as you know, the children of the Weasley family are like rabbits, and within a few years there will be a lot of Weasleys.

In the final analysis, Ms. Weasley from more than a hundred years ago had almost nothing 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 no contact. It is normal for Ron and the others to not understand this history.

However, what Mr. Arthur is more interested in is Wenda Rosier, the current principal of Durmstrang Magic School.

"Owen, your lady Wenda - um - is she a relative?" He interrupted and asked doubtfully.

When he read Wenda's name, Mr. Arthur's tone was inexplicably strange.

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

Although last year, former federation vice-president Swann Rozier pardoned Wenda of all crimes.

But this will never convince the public.

There have long been strong winds and waves in Europe.

Dumbledore was silent on this.

This has become a stain for those foreign wizards to attack him.

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

"Grandma? Are you a member of the Rozier family?" Mr. Arthur said in shock.

"He is also the heir of the French Rozier family!" The twins chatted at this time.

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

This——Mr. Arthur was secretly shocked.

He simply thought Owen was a mixed-race wizard.

However, he didn't feel much strange about Owen's identity.

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

Except Malfoy.

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

In this regard, Mr. Arthur has absolute confidence.

As he spoke, there was a loud noise on the Quidditch pitch!

Then countless fireworks shot into the sky.

Everyone's attention finally returned to the court.

Ron took out his panoramic telescope and began to adjust it. He looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"Is there a mascot performance before the game? I wonder what that will be?" Harry asked curiously.

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

"This is a tradition of the World Cup. Each national team brings some strange animals from their home countries and puts on a show here." He explained: "They are all very rare things. One year they brought several phoenixes."

Phoenix, Dumbledore's Fawkes is a phoenix.

It is a magical animal with golden feathers and powerful magic.

But please note that phoenixes cannot be raised - it should be said that as an extremely noble creature, they can only recognize partners - not their owners.

Such as Dumbledore and Fawkes.

Their relationship is a partnership, not a master-servant relationship as ordinary wizards understand it.

The phoenix is ​​very rare and originates in Egypt, India and China. The phoenixes in different places have subtle differences.

"Look, Barty Crouch is walking past."

"He was talking to Sirius, what were they talking about?" Harry asked confused.

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

"What else could it be-"

Owen tilted his head, "It's nothing more than inviting Sirius to join the Ministry of Magic. As a tragic hero after the war, he now has a high reputation among ordinary people in the wizarding world. If he can become an employee of the Ministry of Magic, an Auror, this Very much in the interest of the Ministry of Magic.

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

"Hmph! That Barty Cratchit hasn't stepped down yet!" Hermione suddenly said, with a clear expression of disgust on her face.

The riots caused by the previous suspension of the "Unforgivable Law" greatly shocked this witch who stood in the civilian class.

How many civilians died were at the hands of those privileged classes.

She became even more angry after Owen jokingly explained why Barty Crouch did what he did.

Because this is typical politician behavior.

There is no essential difference between using the army to suppress the workers' demonstrations and what the cabinet secretary did - a man who claimed that God calls me God.

Because they are safeguarding the interests of high-level officials.

"If nothing else happens, he may stay in this position for a long time -" Irving 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? "