I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 235 They are not even as good as Dobby

On the right side of the stand, almost parallel to everyone's line of sight, is a huge blackboard, on which golden words and patterns flash continuously, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing them. go.

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

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

Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Removes Stains With Ease!

Fengya wizard clothing: London, Paris, Hogsmeade.

Harry withdrew his gaze from the billboard, turned his head, and looked at the next box.

There is no one in that box now, except for a surprisingly small guy sitting in the second-to-last seat in the back row.

The little guy's legs were too short to stretch out on the chair in front of him.It is wrapped around a tea towel for wiping the tea set, like wearing a loose robe, with its face buried in its hands.

However, that pair of long, bat-like big ears are so familiar...

"Dobby?" Harry said incredulously.

The little guy looked up and let go of his fingers, revealing huge brown eyes and a nose the shape and size of a large tomato.

It wasn't Dobby - but, no doubt, it was a house-elf, as Dobby had been before.

"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 a strange outfit in surprise.

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

"Enjoy freedom!" Dobby said happily.

"Dobby wants Ireland to win!"

Ron looked at Owen, who was struggling 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 something extraordinary in a flat manner.

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

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

Do house-elves still get off work?

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

"Doesn't it cost money to hire? I always pay by the hour!" Owen, who was holding Granger's flailing arms with the legs of the table, shouted: "I'm so poor!!!"

Ron rolled his eyes.

You are poor!

There are no rich people in Hogwarts!

"Then what are you going to do in the afternoon? What are you going to do for dinner?" 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, why is it weird?

But I have long hands, and the cooking charms 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 come to your house to grab a meal? "

He said solemnly.

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

The child—he must have been troubled by his spoiled child.

It is sympathetic to Owen's life experience again.

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

Suddenly, there was a scream from another box.

Everyone heard the reputation and looked forward.

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

"If you work for someone, you should get paid, isn't that right?" Harry said blankly!

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

"No—no!" Winky seemed terrified by this statement.

She pinched her fingers together.Screamed, "It's a disgrace to the house-elves, Dobby - he wants to be paid, and it's a good thing you've got him.

Otherwise, Winky really didn't know what he would become. Winky once told him that if he continued to degenerate like this, he would soon be arrested and questioned by the Department of Magical Beasts Control like some low-down 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, to Berlin, to the Alps, to Egypt, to the pyramids, to New Zealand, to the Ryukyu, to the Ming Dynasty.

Dobby has seen the sunshine shining on the golden mountains, the sunset bells ringing from the temples on the snow-capped mountains, the sun setting into the sea, and the moon rising from the valleys.

Dobby has seen sights that many wizards have never seen, and been to places that wizards have never been to.Dobby loves to travel, Dobby is Dobby, and nobody's thing! "

he exclaimed.

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

Her expression became terrified, and she stared at Dobby as if she were looking at 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 were not as good as an elf.

Because they have never been to the places Dobby mentioned!

"You-" Twinkle trembled all over.

As if to hear the evil whisper of some hellish goblin, "House-elves, it's not supposed to be fun. House-elves need a master, need a master.

If there is no master—”

"If there is no master—"

"You are free. Slave!"

Owen slipped 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 go of me!" she yelled.

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

"Hmph!" The little blackhead raised his head as if he had won a battle, and sat back in his seat proudly.

"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, that guy wanted to add a little golden toad bile to this innocent lemonade. I heard that after drinking that thing, people will see many beautiful hallucinations in a ecstasy.

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

"I heard that this is the source of the blood curse."

"Become a python?" Ron gritted his teeth at the sound.

The twins couldn't help looking at Owen, "Being turned into a python because you disobeyed your parents?"

"I will be beheaded every night for 150 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 that kind of parents? I think it's right to call them masters."

"Isn't that poor woman the same as a house elf? After being erased from the corners of resistance, 150 years later, that woman may become as obedient as an elf."

There was a strong mocking tone in his voice.

"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 riots caused by the World Cup that Voldemort learned that his most loyal subordinate was still alive.

Thus there is a series of stories behind.

"Hey! Elf over there, have you considered changing your employer? As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree to live in. I think you are docile and hardworking. Come to my house to work! I promise not to pay you!"

"No!" Winky covered her face.Turning his head, he glanced at the empty seat beside him, "Xinky'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 jump around. They will receive a box lunch no more than fifty chapters at most. There is no future for following such a family!"

Owen continued.

But Winky 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 destination can only be the Hogwarts kitchen."

Owen retracted his eyes with a little regret.

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

He didn't even use a wand, and didn't chant a spell, just cast the Transfiguration technique silently without a wand, turning the chair into a balloon.

"Hmph!" Miss Granger, who had broken free from her restraints, glared at Owen viciously, then sat back sullenly.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

In the box, only Owen's 'huhu' sound was left when he diluted the lemonade to the floor.

"Look, it's Dumbledore!"

After Harry withdrew his gaze from the next box, 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 manuscript fee in the center stand of the stadium.

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

exclaimed Ron.

The one who surprised him was naturally Olim Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbaton School of Magic.

The half-blood witch with giant blood.

Besides Sirius, there are two familiar faces around Dumbledore.

One is their former alchemy professor, Wenda Rozier.

The other appeared to be Dumbledore's age.

A witch with the same 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 was somewhat expected, because some time ago he saw something about Wenda published in the newspaper.

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

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

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

Once is enough, he worked hard for it.

everything is over.

"My God! Owen, Professor Wenda has become the headmaster of Durmstrang, so in the morning we—" 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 trouble the defeated Durmstrang wizards."

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

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

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

And then shame again.

Then he lowered his head—he really didn't know that someone in his family had ever served as the headmaster of Hogwarts!

He thought his family had always been living in a small house.

Mr. Arthur, seeing the shame on his youngest son's face, actually it's not Ron's fault.

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

Plus - you know, the Weasley family's children are like rabbits in a nest, and within a few years there will be a lot of Weasleys.

That Ms. Weasley more than 100 years ago had almost nothing to do with Arthur's line after all.

Their parents may have been of 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. It is normal for Ron and the others not to understand this period of history.

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

"Owen, is your Ms. Wenda—um—a relative?" He interjected and asked suspiciously.

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 about it.

This has become a stain on those foreign wizards attacking him.

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

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

"He's still the heir of the French Rozier family!" The twins spoke at this time.

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

This— Mr. Arthur was secretly startled.

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

However, he didn't feel much difference to Owen's identity.

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

Except Malfoy.

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

In this regard, Mr. Arthur has absolute confidence.

Saying that, there was a loud noise on the Quidditch court!

Then countless fireworks were launched into the sky.

Everyone's attention finally returned to the court.

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

"There's a mascot show before the game? I wonder what that could be?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, that's always worth seeing," said Mr. Weasley. "It will definitely impress you."

"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 strong magic power.

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

Such as Dumbledore and Fox.

They are partnerships, not master and servant as ordinary wizards understand.

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

"Look, Barty Crouch walks by."

"He was talking to Sirius, what was he talking about?" Harry wondered.

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

"What else could it be—"

Owen frowned, "It's nothing more than inviting Sirius to join the Ministry of Magic. As a tragic hero after the war, he is now well-known among ordinary people in the magic world. If he can become an employee of the Ministry of Magic, an Auror, that's a big deal." Very much in the interests of the Ministry of Magic.

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

"Hmph! That Barty Crutch 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 civilian deaths have come from the hands of those privileged classes.

She was even angrier after Owen jokingly explained why Barty Crouch did what he did.

Because this is typical politician behavior.

There is no essential difference from what a cabinet secretary, a man who said God called me God, used the army to suppress workers' demonstrations.

Because they are safeguarding the interests of the upper echelons.

"If there are no accidents, he may stay in this position for a long time—" Owen said flatly.

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

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