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 you were using 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. What would it look like if it was supplied with the flesh and blood of 100,000 people? !

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 awesome!" he fiddled with the replay knob on the side of the telescope. "I can 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."

"It's 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 thirty animals a year. Many phoenixes."

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 generally speaking, they are all very ornamental. It is hard to imagine what it would be like to have more than thirty 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. (To be continued.)