Together [HP]

The stairs to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpet.The Weasleys, along with Harry and Hermione, joined the crowd up the stairs, and slowly those people streamed into the left and right stands.The party led by Mr. Weasley went straight up and finally reached the top of the stairs.They found themselves in a small box at the top of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts.Here are some twenty purple and gilt chairs, arranged in two rows.Harry followed the Weasleys into the front row and looked down at a scene he could never have imagined.

One hundred thousand wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats surround the oval gymnasium and are arranged upwards in a ladder shape.Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.From their commanding vantage point, the playing field looked smooth as velvet.On either side of the arena were three shooting hoops, fifty feet high; to their right, almost at Harry's eye level, was a huge blackboard with gold letters flashing on it, as if a An invisible giant hand scrawled and erased words on the blackboard.Harry took a closer look, only to realize that those flashing words were advertisements for the audience in the arena.

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Harry looked away from the billboard and turned his head to see who else was sitting with them in the box.There was no one in the box yet, except for a strangely small guy sitting in the second-to-last seat in the row behind them.The little guy's legs were too short to stretch out on the chair in front of him.A tea towel for wiping the tea set was wrapped around it like a loose robe, and its face was buried in its hands.However, those long, bat-like ears are so familiar...

"Dobby?" said Harry in disbelief.

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.Not Dobby, but, no doubt, a house-elf, as Harry's friend Dobby had been before.Harry had freed Dobby from his previous masters, the Malfoys.

"Did sir call me Dobby just now?" the elf asked curiously through his fingers. His voice was very high-pitched, even higher than Dobby's voice before. It was a slightly trembling and piercing voice, so Harry doubted it.Although it's hard for house-elves to tell the gender, this one is probably a woman.Both Ron and Hermione looked back from their seats, having heard Harry say a lot about Dobby but never actually seeing him.Even Mr. Weasley looked back with interest.

"I'm sorry," Harry said to the elf, "I mistook you for someone I used to know."

"But I know a lot too, sir!" shrieked the elf.She shielded her face with her hands, as if her eyes were blinded by the light, although the light in the top box was not very strong. "My name is Winky, sir, you, sir..." When her eyes fell on the scar on Harry's forehead, her dark brown eyes suddenly opened wide, like two small dishes. "You must be Harry Potter!"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Why, Dobby talks about you all day, sir!" she said, dropping her hands a little, with a look of awe on her face.

"How is Dobby?" Harry asked. "Have you gotten used to being free?"

"Ah, sir," said Winky, shaking her head, "ah, sir, to say something disrespectful to you, sir, I'm afraid it won't do Dobby any good if you set him free."

"Why?" Harry asked in surprise. "Is there something wrong with him?"

"Dobby's thinking about freedom all day, sir," said Winky, sadly. "It's full of unrealistic ideas, sir. He can't get a job, sir."

"Why the lack of jobs?" Harry asked.

Winky lowered her voice half an octave and whispered, "He wants to be paid, sir."

"Payment?" Harry asked blankly. "Why, shouldn't he be 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 work, sir!" she shrieked through the back of her fingers. "No, no, no. I said to Dobby, I said, find yourself a decent home and settle down , Dobby. He knows how to have fun all day long, sir, that's not right for a house-elf. I say, you play around like this, and the next thing I hear you're like some sleazy Like a goblin, he was arrested by the Department of Management and Control of Magical Beasts for questioning."

"He should have some fun, though," said Harry.

"House elves are not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter," Winky said seriously, covering her face with her hands. "House elves do exactly what their master tells them to do. I have a fear of heights, Harry Potter." She Glancing at the edge of the box, he took a breath, "But my master sent me to the top box, and here I am, sir."

"Why did he send you here when he knew you were afraid of heights?" Harry asked, frowning dissatisfiedly.

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

She looked at the edge of the box in fear again, and quickly covered her eyes completely.Harry turned his head and looked at everyone.

"That's the house-elf?" Ron asked softly. "They're queer ones, aren't they?"

"Dobby is even weirder," said Harry affectionately.

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

"That's great!" he said, fiddling with the replay knob on the side of the telescope. "I could have that old guy over there pick his nose again... again... again... again..."

At this moment, Hermione was eagerly leafing through her velvet-bound, fringed game booklet.

"There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game," she read aloud.

"Oh, that's always worth seeing," said Mr. Weasley. "You know, the national teams bring some curious animals from their home countries to put on a show here."

In the next half hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people.Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who seemed to be very prestigious wizards.Percy stood up hastily again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in spines.When Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the floor and shattered.Embarrassed, he repaired the lens with his wand, and then sat dumbfounded in his seat.Percy shot Harry a jealous look when Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend.Harry and Fudge had known each other before, and Fudge held Harry's hand kindly like a father, asked him how he was, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he called aloud to the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, who was clad in rich black velvet robes trimmed with gold and who couldn't seem to understand a word of English, "Harry Potter... oh , Think about it, you should know who he is...it is the boy who escaped from death in the hands of the mysterious man...you must know who he is."

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it excitedly, murmuring loudly.

"I always knew he'd figure it out," said Fudge wearily to Harry. "I'm not very good with languages, and when it comes to things like this, Barty Crouch is needed. Ah, I saw his The house-elf has taken a seat for him...so thoughtful, these Bulgarian fellows are always trying to get the best seats...Ah, here comes Lucius!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned away immediately.Squeezing into the three still-vacant seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were the original owners of Dobby the house-elf: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, ha Leigh figured she must be Draco's mother.

Harry and Draco Malfoy have been rivals since they first went to Hogwarts.Draco was a pale boy with a pointed face and fair hair, who looked very much like his father.His mother was also light-skinned and yellow-haired. She wasn't ugly, but she always put on a look of disgust, as if she smelled something bad.

"Ah, Fudge," said Malfoy, holding out his hand as he passed the Minister of Magic. "Hello. I assume you haven't met my wife, Narcissa? And our son, Dracora."

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs Malfoy, "permit me to introduce you to Mr. , it doesn't matter, he can't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else, you know Arthur Weasley?"

It was a tense moment.Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other, and Harry clearly remembered the last time they met: it was at the Lichen Bookstore, and the two of them had a fight.Mr. Malfoy's icy gray eyes stared back and forth across the row of seats past Mr. Weasley.

"My God, Arthur," he said softly, "what did you sell to get this top box seat? Surely your possessions aren't worth that much, are you?"

Fudge didn't catch what he was talking about. He said, "Lucius just made a large donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds recently, Arthur. He's my guest of honor."

"Oh, that's great," said Mr. Weasley with a forced smile on his face.

Mr. Malfoy's eyes flicked to Hermione, who blushed slightly, but met his gaze without flinching.Harry knew exactly why Mr. Malfoy's lips were puckered up like that.The Malfoys had always prided themselves on being purebred wizards, which meant that they considered descendants of Muggles, such as Hermione, to be inferior.However, under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Malfoy dared not say anything out of the ordinary.He nodded sarcastically to Mr. Weasley and continued on to his seat.Draco gave Harry, Ron and Hermione a contemptuous look, and sat down between his parents.

"Nasty guy." Ron muttered, and he, Harry, and Hermione turned their attention to the field again.Then, a family came up, and Fudge hurriedly left Mr. Malfoy to greet them.

The man had curly black hair, tanned skin, a tall build, and wore the red Bulgarian uniform.

The lady wore a small top hat, a green robe, and smooth long golden hair. There was a blue badge pinned to her clothes. She had no smile on her face, just like Professor McGonagall. A model face.

Their daughter resembled her mother, except for the blond, slightly curly hair and the stiff eyebrows she inherited from her father.

"Good evening, Mrs. Graham." Fudge bowed nervously to Yuna, "Good evening, Jacquiline, and James."

"Good evening, Mr. Minister." Yuna nodded to Fudge.

"Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblonsk, Mr. Oblonsk, he is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, it doesn't matter, anyway, he can't understand what I'm talking about." He had just finished speaking, and Mr. Baronski walked up and gave James a big hug.

"He's my friend," he said in broken English, and James glanced at him, and the two of them smiled knowingly.

"Oh," Fudge wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, his expression a little embarrassed, he looked back, "let me see who else, do you know Lucius? Malfoy, he just gave St. Mungo a magic injury recently The hospital donated a large sum of money. He is my honored guest."

"I believe Ms. Graham won't take this money seriously." Lucius bowed halfway as a salute to Yuna.

"I really don't pay attention to it." Yuna nodded sincerely, "The reputation of the Graham family does not need to be accumulated with money."

She said and came straight to Ron's place.Behind him, James smiled at Lucius in feigned embarrassment, but he walked far faster than his wife.

"It's so rare to see you both at the same time." Arthur gave James a tight hug, and then kissed Yuna's hand.

"This is the Quidditch World Cup final." James laughed. "Even a reclusive family like Graham, it's normal to be attracted here." Then he looked behind Arthur, who was about the same size as the twins Shorter, fatter, and stockier than Sprout-average Percy and Ron, it was Charlie.He had a broad, weather-beaten face like a good man, so heavily freckled that it looked almost brown-black.His arms were muscular, and on one arm was a large, shiny scar from a fire burn.The other, short and redheaded, was Ron's little sister, Ginny.Bill stood up, smiled, and shook James' hand too.He was tall, with long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and in his ear was an earring with what looked like a small fan hanging from it.Bill's outfit wouldn't look out of place even for a rock concert.

"Then it took a lot of effort to come here with a big family." James said, "Long time no see, Charlie."

"William asked me to tell him the result." Una nodded to Arthur, Molly and their children, and then her eyes fell on Hermione, "Nice to meet you, Miss Granger."

"My honor, Professor Graham." Hermione stood up quickly and said.

"You are the Miss Granger who is often mentioned!" James threw Charlie's hand away. Although it was not polite, the Weasley family seemed to be used to it.

He stepped in front of Hermione and looked at her carefully, "Your name is often mentioned at our Christmas lunch. I think you were in Paris, France last summer vacation, that's right." James looked A girl of about 1.6 or [-] years old glanced at her. She was about [-] meters tall, with thick blond hair, a high nose bridge, and a Welsh ball uniform, which seemed to have many people's signatures on it. and the green Irish national team badge, the blond girl nodded.

"I had a chance to see you, but it's a pity that something happened temporarily. But it's not too late now." James said, blinking at Hermione, looking back at his feet, looking at Fudge here from time to time, lowering his The voice, but it can be heard by everyone around, "Everyone in the Graham family wants to see you, so don't be pressured."

"James." Yuna called softly, "Let's go quickly, don't get in the way."

"That's it." James reached out and shook Hermione's hand, and walked towards the top floor of the box.

"Nice to meet you here, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, and Hermione." The blond girl nodded at them, looking at the badge on Hermione seriously, Hermione looked a little nervous and wanted to Smoothes away wrinkles in clothes that don't exist. "I think you look better in magic robes," she said, and followed her parents up to the top floor of the box.

"Who is she?" Harry and Ron looked at each other, asked in unison, and then shook their heads at the same time.

"How does she know about us?" Ron asked.

"Don't be stupid." Hermione said, sitting next to them with a blushing face, quickly flipping through the booklet in her hand, "That's Jacqueline, that's Professor Graham, and I guess the one next to her should be her husband."

"Jacqueline?" Ron opened his eyes wide, looked at the person sitting on it, and compared his hand to his chest, "I remember she was only this tall." Then he moved his hand up about 6 cm , shaking her head towards the stands, "She is so tall."

"Are you the only one who can grow taller?" Hermione said angrily.