Chapter 602 Secrets in the Hogwarts Kitchen

"Practice!" shrieked Winky angrily. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, for saying that about your Master!"

"They're not my masters anymore, Winky!" Dobby protested. "Dobby doesn't care what they think anymore!"

"Oh, you're such a bad elf, Dobby!" whimpered Winky, tears streaming down his cheeks again. "My poor Mr. Crouch, what will he do without Winky? He needs Me, he needs my help! I've taken care of Mr. Crouch's family all my life, and before me, it was my mother, and before her, it was my grandma... oh, if Winky was released, What would they say? Oh, shame, what a shame!"

She buried her face in her skirt and burst into tears.

"Winky!" Hermione said firmly, looking at Winky, who was crying, "I'm sure Mr. Crouch is doing just fine without you. You know, we've seen him... "

"Have you met my Master?" Panted Winky, lifting her tear-stained face from her skirt again, staring at Hermione with wide eyes, "Did you see him here, at Hogwarts?"

"Yes!" said Hermione. "He and Mr. Bagman were judges at the Triwizard Tournament."

"Mr. Bagman's coming?" asked Winky, suddenly angry again. "Mr. Bagman is a bad wizard! A very bad very bad wizard! My master doesn't like him, oh, I don't like it at all!"

"Bagman, bad wizard?" Hermione squinted and asked, which was really interesting information.

In fact, with Crouch's character, it may be difficult for anyone to get a higher evaluation from him.

In his eyes, as long as the personality is not rigorous, anyone who has anything to do with black magic or dark wizards is not a good person.

"Yes!" Winky said, nodding her head angrily, "The master told Winky something! But Winky can't say it, Winky wants to keep the secret for the master..."

Again she burst into tears, and they could hear her weeping with her face buried in her skirt.

"Poor master, poor master, there is no Winky to help him anymore!"

Although it didn't work, Hermione was still trying to persuade her not to be so sad and not to worry about Mr. Crouch.

But Aiwen knew that Winky's worry was actually necessary, and what she was worried about had actually happened.

With the help of Voldemort and the vampires, Barty Crouch Jr. has broken free.

Infiltrating Hogwarts in the form of his own father, he is planning a terrible conspiracy, and Barty Crouch himself is in doubt.

Ivan thinks that he may not be dead yet. Considering Crouch's status and knowing many secrets about the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort should not kill him casually, and Barty Crouch Jr. needs to use his things to kill him. Make Polyjuice Potion.

Crouch should be locked up somewhere like Moody now, limp and powerless.

For Crouch, who values ​​fame and power, when the truth is revealed to the public, all this may be more uncomfortable than killing him directly.

Ivan didn't continue to listen to Hermione's persuasion, he asked Dobby to take him around the kitchen.

Dobby was very excited, and while he was leading the way for Ivan, he talked happily on the sidelines.

About how he lived as a free elf, and what he planned to do with his wages.

"Dobby is going to buy a pullover next, Master Aiwen!" He held his breasts and said happily, "Dobby wants to buy too many clothes, we must plan carefully... ..."

"I have a lot of small clothes that I can no longer wear, and I can give them to you!" Aiwen said absently, "You don't mind, I think shrinking them down will suit your figure very well."

"Oh, Master Aiwen, you are really..." Dobby said moved, looking extremely happy.

"Okay, you know where those clothes are, you can get them yourself!" Ivan said hastily.

His eyes fell on Dobby, and then turned to the locked blue-black thick iron door behind Dobby.

This is already the edge of the kitchen. According to the ancient drawing that Ivan found, this is not the end.

He can't be sure, after all, the whole pattern has changed too much.

But since there is a door, secrets or clues may be behind this iron door, and he must go in and see.

"Dobby, what's inside here?" Ivan asked, "Can we go in?!"

"It's a cold room inside, Master Aiwen!" Dobby said, "Of course you can go in, but it's a bit cold inside..."

He ran over to open the iron door, and the cold breath hit his face, and Ivan couldn't help shivering.

The temperature in the cold storage is very low, and there is no light at all in the pitch black, like a giant beast that chooses to eat people with its mouth wide open.

"There is a lot of space inside, Master Aiwen!" Dobby said shiveringly, staring ahead in fear, "Dobby has heard from other elves that this cold storage has a history of hundreds of years, older than everyone else .We only use a small part of the outside now, and the elves are very afraid of this place and dare not go deep into it."

Ai Wen nodded, a place that no one has been in for hundreds of years, it is indeed necessary to go in and check it out.

He took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket. On the map, this was already the edge of the kitchen.

It seems that Harry's father and Sirius didn't enter here at the time, and didn't draw this part on the map.

Thinking about the blueprint I found, there should be a lot of space behind it. What secrets are hidden in it? !

The refrigeration principle of this cold storage is also suspicious. Since it has been used for hundreds of years, there may be a powerful magic at work.

Ivan could feel a faint magic filling the air, but it wasn't the magic he was familiar with.

"Luminescence!" he said softly, putting away the map.

Ivan led the trembling Dobby into the dark cold storage, and the light of the wand dispelled the surrounding darkness.

In front of them was a small room that could be seen to the end at a glance, and it was filled with rows of iron shelves.

The shelves are stacked with all kinds of food, and this is the part often used by house-elves.

"Master Aiwen, there is a door behind that shelf, which can lead to the inside!" Dobby said.

He pointed to a shelf full of potatoes, and seemed to have guessed what Ivan was going to do.

Ivan nodded and raised his wand lightly, all the potatoes and heavy shelves flew into the air and landed somewhere else.

Behind that is a loose blue brick wall.

It may have been built by the house-elves themselves, but the workmanship is too rough. (to be continued.).

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