Chapter 494: The House-Elf Winky

Each of them took their own purchases and hurried along the lantern-lit path into the forest, with Mr. Weasley walking in front. They could hear the sound of thousands of people moving around them - shouting, laughing and singing.

Everyone was deeply moved by the enthusiastic atmosphere, and Harry kept grinning.

They walked in the forest for thirty minutes, talking and joking loudly along the way, and finally reached the other side of the forest and found a huge stadium in front of them.

Although Fanlin could only see a part of the area surrounding the tents, it was definitely not crowded at all.

This is the wizarding world, and such mistakes cannot happen, but... you can't say for sure.

But Harry didn't think so.

Noticing the awe on Harry's face, Mr. Weasley said to him, "It can accommodate 100,000 people. The cabinet hired 500 people to build this stadium during the year. Every inch of it is enchanted to protect against Muggles. During the year, every time a Muggle approaches here, they will immediately remember the important things and run away quickly again... God bless them." He added affectionately.

Mr. Weasley led everyone to the nearest entrance, where a large group of noisy witches and wizards had already gathered.

"Front seats!" A witch official at the door looked at their tickets and said, "First class! Go straight up the stairs, Arthur, to the top."

The stairs leading into the gymnasium were covered with luxurious purple carpets. They climbed the stairs with the crowd. Slowly, some people turned into the doors on the left or right of the stairs.

Mr. Weasley and his party continued to climb up the stairs, and finally reached the small pavilion at the top of the stairs, where they found themselves in a small box.

This small box was set at the highest point of the gymnasium, just between two golden border pillars. There were about twenty purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows. Harry followed Mr. Weasley to the front row and looked down to see a scene he could never imagine.

In the oval square, the chairs below were slightly higher than the other rows in a certain proportion, and one hundred thousand witches and wizards sat in their seats. The whole gymnasium was filled with a mysterious golden light, as if the gymnasium itself was emitting it. From their elevated position, the square looked smooth as velvet, and had three hoops for goal-scoring at either end, fifteen feet high; directly opposite them, almost at eye level, was a huge blackboard with golden writing scrawled across it; and then it was immediately erased. After a moment's study, Harry saw that it was an advertisement.

The Blue Bottle: A broom for the whole family - safe, reliable, with a whistle to protect against Baglars... Mrs. Scrooge's Magic Cleaner: Painless and spotless! ... Gradgets Wizard Grocer - London, Paris, Hosmade...

Harry looked away from the advertisement and turned to see who else was in the box besides them. So far, there was no one else, except a tiny creature sitting in the second-to-last row behind them. The creature had very short legs, so it rested its legs on the seat. It was wearing a toga that looked like the clothing of an ancient Roman citizen, and it had its face buried in its hands. And those long, bat-like ears were very strange, but familiar.

"Is that Dobby?" Harry asked incredulously. The little creature looked up, spread its fingers, opened its large brown eyes, and its nose was the size and shape of a tomato. It was not Dobby. However, it was undoubtedly a servant elf, just like Harry's friend Dobby.

Harry had rescued Dobby from his former owner, Malfoy.

Dobby was now happily following Vanlin.

"Did you call me Dobby, sir?" the elf squeaked curiously through its fingers. Its voice was a little louder than Dobby's, a tiny, trembling squeak. Although it was difficult to talk to elves, Harry guessed that the elf was a woman. The others also stood up from their seats and ran over to see.

Harry said to the elf, "I'm sorry, I just thought you were a friend I knew."

"But I know Dobby too," the elf squeaked. She covered her face as if the light would blind her eyes, but in fact the light in the waiting compartment was not strong at all. "My name is Winky.

Sir, your name is..." Her brown eyes widened as her gaze rested on Harry's scar.

"You must be Harry Potter!"

"Yes, I am," said Harry.

Winky said, "Dobby has been talking about you all day, sir!" She lowered her hands a little and looked at Harry in awe.

"Talking about me?" Harry asked, but then he realized what Dobby was talking about. Dobby was at the Vanlins' house and Dobby was going to confess.

"Sir, I don't mean to offend you, but I don't think you did Dobby a favor when you let him go free," Winky said.

"Why not?" asked Harry.

Winky lowered her voice an octave and whispered, "When I last saw him, he was waiting for someone to pay him for his work, sir!"

"Pay?" Harry asked blankly, "Why can't someone pay him?"

Winky looked horrified by the thought. She slowly closed her fingers so that half of her face was hidden again.

"There is no money for servant elves," she squeaked in a low voice, "No, no, no, I told Dobby, I said, find a good family for yourself after you go out, and then settle down. But he It is very bad for a servant elf to indulge in all kinds of fantasies. I said: "Dobby, if you continue to indulge in this way, then I will soon hear about you like some ordinary people." Like goblins, news was sent to the Magical Creatures Discipline and Regulations Department. "

"But it's time for him to relax and have some fun," Harry said.

"Servant elves are not to be entertained, Harry Potter," Winky said sternly. "The maid elves must do whatever the master wants them to do. I am afraid of heights," she glanced at the edge of the box and cried, "but my master sent me to the upper class box, so I had no choice but to come." "

"If he knew you were afraid of heights, why did he send you here?" Harry asked with a frown.

"Master, the master wants me to save a seat for him, Harry. Potter, he is very busy." Winky said, nodding to the empty seat next to her. Winky hoped to return to the master's tent, but she had to be her She is a good servant elf who does what she is told to do.

She glanced again in awe at the edge of the box and closed her eyes completely again. Harry turned to the others.

"Is this that kind of servant elf?" Ron whispered. "Incredible thing, isn't it?"

"Dobby is even more incredible," Harry said excitedly.

"You should tell him that Dobby is already hired and paid for."

Hermione said angrily.

"You have also seen what that elf looks like," Fan Lin said, "These words are more appropriate than words."

Fanlin comforted Hermione, and he turned his attention to Winky. This was the elf of the Crouch family, so Barty Crouch Jr. should be there...

Fanlin's magic began to peek out, but there were too many wizards here, and he couldn't distinguish the Death Eaters among them. (To be continued)