Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

It's a house-elf, house-elf Winky.

"Why is there a house-elf here?" Ron asked curiously.

Aiwen's gaze also shifted to the back of the box, which he noticed when he just entered.

Not surprisingly, Barty Crouch Jr. sat next to the house-elf.

He is controlled by magic, as long as Ivan walks over and lifts the invisibility cloak on him, he can be caught.

But judging from the current situation, this does not do him any good, nor does it conform to Ivan and Dumbledore's plan.

Grabbing Barty Crouch Jr. early will have almost no other effect except to ruin his father Barty Crouch.

Voldemort's return from the resurrection with the help of vampires is unstoppable.

Even without the help of Barty Crouch Jr., they would plan new plots, which would be even more troublesome.

Instead of this, it is better to let the incident develop in the direction that Ivan is familiar with, so that it can be easily controlled.

Voldemort had to be resurrected using Harry's blood, the only known way to completely defeat him.

Under such considerations, Ivan did not act lightly, but just looked playfully at the house elf and the empty seat beside her.

Just as everyone turned their eyes to Shining, the little guy also raised his head.

It released its fingers, revealing huge brown eyes and a nose the shape and size of a large tomato.

"I'm sorry, Winky just heard someone say Mr. Irving Mason's name." She said curiously, her voice was very high-pitched, a slightly trembling harsh voice.

Her eyes wandered over several people, and finally landed on Ai Wen accurately.

"Yes, you must be Mr. Irwin Mason, Winky knows you, and Winky has seen your picture in the paper!" shrieked the house-elf, covering her face with her hands, as if blinded by the light Eyes, although the light in the top box is not strong.

Seeing Ai Wen nodding in recognition, she cried out excitedly.

"Sir, my name is Winky!" she said excitedly, with a look of awe on her face, "Winky heard Dobby talk about you, he talked about Mr.'s name in front of Winky all day, and Mr. gave him a job , gave him new life."

"You know Dobby?" said Harry in surprise.

Hearing the question, Shining eyes moved to Harry.

When they finally settled on the scar on her forehead, her dark brown eyes popped open like two small dishes.

"My God, you must be Harry Potter!"

Everyone looked at the house elf with interest, not expecting that she knew everyone.

"Winky heard from Dobby that you liberated Dobby with Mr. Mason, and you even defeated that man!" Winky said, lowering her hand slightly, "Mr. is as great as Mr. Mason, but it's disrespectful If you don't, it won't do Dobby any good."

"Why?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Dobby's thinking of freedom and of having fun, sir, is not practical!" said Winky, lowering his hand a little more. "It's a disgrace to the house-elves, who Fortunately, Mr. Mason took 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 like some scumbag Like the goblins, they were arrested by the Department of Magical Beasts Regulation and Control for questioning."

Chapter 475 Aiwen's Tracking Magic

Winky's concept represents the vast majority of house-elves, and oddities like Dobby are a minority after all.

The long-term oppression has made them form this wrong and deformed concept.

House-elves are wizards' slaves, and the scariest thing about them is that they are willing.

Ai Wen knew this, but others did not.

Hearing Winky's words, Harry asked blankly, "Is there anything wrong with that, shouldn't Dobby get paid?"

Winky seemed terrified by the thought, and folded her fingers so her face was half covered again.

"House-elves don't get paid for their work, sir!" she shrieked from behind her fingers. "It's the worst, worst idea, very bad, and it's a disgrace to us."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at her words.

Aiwen knew that this was a sign that she was not used to something and was about to express her opinion.

Sure enough, she turned her gaze to Ai Wen in the next second, with a questioning look on her small face.

"I've paid Dobby, and there's a holiday!" Aiwen whispered, "Four Galleons and one day of vacation every month."

"That's all!" Hermione frowned even tighter, "I never knew that you used Dobby in such a cheap way..."

Ivan wanted to give Dobby more Galleons and holidays, but the house elf didn't accept it at all.

Think about it, every time you make him say less or care about something, it will make him hug his thigh and cry in a mess.

Over time, Ivan stopped asking for trouble.

More work means more fun for house-elves!

But Hermione obviously didn't think so. Judging from her expression, she seemed to think that Ivan was squeezing cheap labor.

She knew about Dobby's job, he was simply Ivan's full-time servant, on call 24 hours a day.

With such a large workload, he can only get one Galleon a week. How is this different from a slave? !

Over there, the conversation between Harry and Winky continued.

"There's nothing wrong with getting paid, and Dobby should have some fun," said Harry.

"House elves are not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter!" Winky said earnestly, covering her face with her hands, as if she was angry, and called Harry by his full name directly, "House elves completely obey the master's orders. Fear of heights, but my master sent me to the top box, and here I am, Harry Potter!"

She glanced towards the edge of the box and took a breath.

"Why did he send you here when he knew you were afraid of heights?" Harry frowned dissatisfied.

"Master, master wants me to reserve a seat for him, Harry Potter, he is too busy." Winky turned her head and looked at the empty seat next to her, "Winky really hoped that she would go back to the master's tent." , Harry Potter, but Winky does what she is told, and unlike Dobby, Winky is a very good house-elf."

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

There was a moment of silence, everyone looked at each other, only Hermione was frowning and thinking about something.

"These house-elves are queer, aren't they?" Ron whispered.

"Dobby is even weirder than she is!" agreed Harry.

"They just think too simple, but they are not bad in essence." Aiwen said, and glanced at Hermione uneasily, "House-elves have their own way of life and customs, and we should not stand on the side of superior unknowns." To interpret these, and even try to intervene."

He didn't know if Hermione listened, and hoped she wouldn't come up with something like saving the house-elves.

But Ivan thought about it again, if Hermione didn't do that, she wouldn't seem to be Hermione!

This is one of the characteristics of Hermione, and it is also her lovely place.

Some things are doomed and cannot be changed no matter what.

Ai Wen thought about it, no longer caring about Hermione, but doing something within his control.

He quietly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the empty space beside Shining, and the subtle magic power fell there silently.

This is a tracking magic, which can allow Aiwen to grasp the current location within a certain range.

Voldemort and the vampires can save Barty Crouch Jr., but they can't make too much of a fight.

Crazy things like the Centaur ruins can't happen here in the World Cup venue.

Aiwen suddenly thought that every time he saw the evil god descending, in the end, because the priest's flesh and blood were insufficient, he couldn't keep up with the expansion speed of its huge body, and finally its body began to collapse and cracks appeared.

The expansion of the evil god seems to be endless. If there are 10 people's flesh and blood supply, what will it look like? !

Presumably the whole of Great Britain would be covered by it, perhaps extending beyond the atmosphere.

These monsters are really scary enough...

Soon, everyone's attention shifted from Winky to the Quidditch field.

Ron pulled out his panoramic binoculars and set to work, watching the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"That's great!" He fiddled with the replay knob on the side of the telescope. "I could have the old guy over there pick his nose again, and again, and again..."

"Hermione just said there was a mascot show before the game, I wonder what that could be?" Harry asked curiously.

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

"This is the tradition of the World Cup. The national teams bring some strange animals from their own countries and do a show here." Sirius said to Harry, "they are very rare things. They brought more than 30 animals a year. Only Phoenix."

Dumbledore had a phoenix "Fawkes", a magical animal with golden feathers and strong magical powers.

The phoenix is ​​very rare, and its origin is in Egypt, India and China, and the phoenix in different places will have subtle differences.

But in general, they are very ornamental, and it is hard to imagine what it would be like to have more than 30 phoenixes flying around the venue.

In the next half an hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who seemed to be very prestigious wizards.

Sirius mostly responded with a sneer. He sat in the corner and whispered to Ivan about the past of these wizards.

Ahead of them, Percy scrambled to his feet again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in spines.

When the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell and shattered.

He was so embarrassed that he hurriedly repaired the lens with his magic wand, and then just sat on the seat blankly.

Percy shot Harry a jealous look when Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend.

Then, Fudge saw Sirius and Ivan sitting in the corner, and walked over with a smile.

Chapter 476 Simple Friend Selection Criteria

"Sirius Black, how are you doing?" Fudge greeted Sirius with a smile.

He put on an appearance that the two are very familiar, but in fact they have only met a few times, and there are not any pleasant memories.

"Not bad, the outside is better than Azkaban." Sirius said coldly.

"I'm relieved to see you like this now. It's a pity that I didn't help you with the incident back then. You made a conclusion without a fair trial. You know that person advocated..." Fudge said regretfully in a low voice, and said to The house elf Winky glanced in the direction of Barty Crouch, "Your father and I were very good friends during our lifetime, you can come to me if you have anything to do. In fact, the Auror office has always been There are vacancies, as long as you are willing, there is nothing to say!"

As a tragic post-war hero, Sirius now has a high reputation among ordinary people in the magical world.

It was in Fudge's interest to win Sirius over to become an Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

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

"I'll think about it!" said Sirius.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Fudge's gaze turned to Ivan.

"Dear Alvin, nice to meet you here, I saw your newspaper ad just now, it's great!"

He held Ivan's hand kindly like a father, and asked him how he was.

After waiting for a few minutes, Fudge returned to his place.

"Is he friends with your father?" Ivan asked, sitting down.

"It's all about money. Pure blood wizards like my parents, they are friends with almost all the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic. They are used to donating large, large amounts of Galleons to these politicians to help them pass bills that are beneficial to them." " Sirius said disdainfully, "One of my ancestors tried to force the Ministry of Magic to pass a bill to legalize wizards' hunting and killing of Muggles.

It's ridiculous, but it's in the interests and traditions of the pure-blood wizarding family.

Veteran pure-blood families like the Black family always try to hide behind the scenes, use wealth and family background as weapons, cleverly use people in front of the stage to protect their own interests, and threaten other wizards to obey their orders.

This model has worked very well for the past few centuries.

It wasn't until the appearance of Voldemort that these pure-blood wizard families realized that they had screwed up.

In the early days of Voldemort's rise, there were many pure-blood wizarding families who supported him.

Like Sirius' parents, they were proud that their son was a Death Eater.

They agree with Voldemort's philosophy that the status of pure blood wizards is supreme.

But when Voldemort gradually revealed his true nature and killed people everywhere, these pure-blood wizard families began to be afraid.

The relationship between the two parties has changed from an ally to a master and servant, and the pure-blood wizard family has instead become a tool for Voldemort to expand his power.

No one dared to oppose him, and no one dared to quit halfway.

The Death Eaters are not an organization you can join if you want, and quit anytime you want.

The only end against the will of the Dark Lord is death.

The road has no end but death.

This is why many old pure-blood wizarding families breathed a sigh of relief after Voldemort's defeat.

Although after the war, their power and control over the magic world were not as good as before.