Clitch's body stiffened instantly, and his expression seemed somewhat stupefied!
"What's wrong, little DOGstar?"
Rimes asked in surprise, he knows how difficult to deal with the ancestral family servant is very much black, before him helped to take Legulus back from that terrible hole before, never give him a good face, and after that incident, it finally won't berated him angrily, but only then.
"It's Amosha—"
"Little DOGstar, you can go and fetch some soup."
"When I first met Cleitches, he learned my mother's portrait and shouted 'dirty, cheap mud-breeder', haha, you should know that Amosha will not indulge in its vices. But Cleitches is now very recent to Amosha, right?"
"The powerful wizard helped Cleitch find Regulus, Master, and he and his friends just took advantage of the situation."
"Cleitch muttered something, but Little DOGstar just coldly laughed."
Perhaps Little DOGstar's words reminded Cleitches, the most respected Mr. Mudblood, so before Cleitches left and disappeared, it still bent down to Hermione and said sorry with a voice that only he could hear, but did not accept the pie in Hermione's hand.
"What did Professor Brenn do to Cleitch?" Hermione said, frowning.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to know, Hermione --"
Little DOGstar smiled and said, but soon, he noticed that Hermione's expression towards himself was not very good, so, he raised his eyebrows and asked.
"What's wrong?"
"You shouldn't be so rude to it, little DOGstar, and," Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "It's very old, it's time for retirement. You should let it rest!"
Little DOGstar laughed.
"You're taking its life, Hermione, these kind of creatures do not appreciate rest or retirement, they serve their witch families for life, believe me, Hermione, if I said to Cleitches now let it go free now, that shock may directly kill its old age!"
"I once knew a house-elf, his name was Dobby --" Harry said suddenly, "He used to serve the Malfoy family, but he disliked them so much that he desperately wanted to break free from them, and eventually he gained his freedom."
"Yes!"
Little DOGstar said in surprise.
"Perhaps there are a few oddballs in every race. But, Harry, the house-elf named Dobby was an outlier. If you really know them, you'll know I'm not lying."
"But --"
Hermione's furrowed brow remained unrelaxed, and her tone carried a strong reprimanding flavor.
"This is absurd, isn't it? All this abundant food on the table comes from Cleitch, but he's eating a rotten potato. Unless you gave the order to keep him away from our food, or, you haven't paid him enough wages!"
"Wages?"
Now, not only Little DOGstar but also the Wesleys on the table burst into laughter, the Wesleys basically all laughed out loud, Little DOGstar did not point out Hermione's mistake, but said.
"After returning to Hogwarts, you can look up information on house-elves in the library, and then you'll understand Cleitch and its kind, Hermione –"
Bill, Charlie, and Percy slept until noon and then appeared at the campsite in a Puddle-basin Portkey. Ron couldn't wait to ask Charlie if their bet on Barmaid was a good idea, and after Charlie confirmed it, Ron beamed with joy, as if he could already see himself enjoying a luxurious life of spending hundreds of gold coins.
As the afternoon passed, a feeling of excitement spread over the camp like a tangible cloud.
By dusk, even the stillness of the summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation. As night descended like a curtain over the thousands of eager wizards waiting, the last vestiges of disguise vanished — the Ministry of Magic seemed to yield to an irresistible trend, no longer opposing people, allowing obvious signs of magic to crop up everywhere.
Mr. Weasley was merely sighing in frustration, he had already foreseen that the endless overtime work after the World Cup at least half a month would start after the competition.
Several adults were still chatting in the tent, but Harry and his friends could not resist the excitement and joined the excited crowd outside.
Every few steps, a Phantom Prolonger merchant would descend from the sky, carrying trays and pushing trolleys filled with all sorts of peculiar trinkets. There were glowing rose-shaped badges — green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria — that could also loudly shout out the names of the team members.
There were green top hats with three-leaf clover decorations that danced in the wind, Bulgarian sashes with lion designs that really would roar, flags of two countries that, when waved, played their national anthems, flying firebolts with real feathers; there were collectible statues of famous players that walked around your palm like they were proud of themselves.
Harry spotted many of his Hogwarts classmates in the bustling crowd. Oliver Wood told Harry that he had been taken on as a reserve by Puddlemere United.
Harry also saw Cho Chang from Ravenclaw, a very beautiful Asian girl. She saw Harry as he emerged from the Wood family's tent and waved her arm at him with a smile, but before Harry could recover, Cho Chang was swept away by the surging crowd to a place where they couldn't see her.
Harry glumly looked around but couldn't find the graceful back, until a merchant pushing a trolley passed by him and drew his attention back.
"Look at these --"
Harry walked up to the trolley, and inside, there were many objects that looked like binoculars, but they were full of various strange buttons and dials.
"Panoramic Telescope," the magician merchant eagerly pushed, "You can rewind the picture with slow motion. If needed, it can also quickly flash out the analysis of the match. Done? Ten Galleons one piece."
"Oh, I wish I hadn't bought that."
Ron looked at his dancing clover hat and coveted the panoramic telescope greedily.
"Buy three pieces."
Harry said to the wizard without hesitation.
"Don't -- you don't have to worry about it." Ron stopped with a red face.
"If we make money on our bet with Ludo Bagman, you'll pay me back." Harry said, pushing the telescope into Ron's arms.
"That's fair enough."
Ron grinned, he played with the telescope, his eyes full of longing, as if he had already seen the moment when he would reap a fortune from Ludo.
"Oh, thank you, Harry."
Hermione had been downcast about Cleitch for a while, but now, she finally managed to shake off her emotions, smiling as she accepted Harry's gift.
"I'll buy a copy of the match programme for someone over there -- look, it's right there --"
Night had already darkened, but the sky above the woods was filled with colorful fireworks, and Harry felt a sense of urgency. He wanted to quickly return to the tent and call Sirius and Remus over to join him, and quickly go to see the Quidditch pitch. Hermione was haggling with a vendor about price. Harry put the panoramic telescope up to his eyes and eagerly watched in the direction of the woods.
The surroundings were lively and noisy, but Harry's face changed as he watched the fireworks. Just then, a chill ran through his heart, and a feeling of being watched surged over him.
Harry instinctively put down the telescope and looked around aimlessly, relying on his talent as an outstanding Seeker, he almost didn't waste much time at all in the surging crowd found the source of the feeling of being watched.
About two hundred feet to his right, there was a woman. Harry couldn't see the woman's face because of the distance, but as soon as he saw the woman in a long white dress, a sudden inexplicable familiarity flashed in his heart.
Who could it be?
Harry blinked his eyes, trying to see the woman's face clearly, then he realized that he was holding a telescope in his hand. He quickly picked up the telescope and turned towards that direction, but before his eyes could focus on the object for more than a second, the figure was gone from the spot.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Hermione returned with three copies of the match programme, looking several times in the direction Harry was looking.
"Have you seen any of the Hogwarts classmates?"
"No--"
Harry's expression was a mix of confusion and seriousness. "Um, maybe. It felt familiar, but I didn't get a clear look at her face."
"Don't worry about it, Harry."
Ron pulled on Harry's sleeve excitedly, saying,
"I saw Dad and the others leaving the tent. Let's go, they're probably going to enter the stadium!"
The masterpiece of this book has finally been completed. Thank you to all the book friends who have supported and accompanied me throughout the years. Thank you!
Now the book is in the latter half, and it's getting more and more difficult to write smoothly. I will try to control the plot to ensure that the story is logical and fluent. Overall, it is expected to be around 2 million words.
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(Chapter completed)
