Kreacher's body suddenly froze, and his expression seemed a bit sluggish!
"What's going on, Sirius?"
Remus asked slightly surprised. He knew how difficult this ancestral house elf of the Black family was. Before he helped bring Regulus back from the terrifying hole, he had never given it to him. How could he have a good face? After that incident, it finally stopped cursing at him, but that was the extent of it.
"It's Amosta—"
Sirius looked sideways at Kreacher and pursed his lips.
"When Kreacher first met, he imitated my mother's portrait and called Amosta a 'dirty, despicable mudblood'. Haha, you should know that Amosta will not tolerate his problems. But Kreacher is very close to Amosta right now, right?"
"The powerful wizard helped Kreacher retrieve Master Regulus. The master and his friends just took advantage."
Kreacher muttered, but Sirius just smiled coldly.
Perhaps it was Sirius's words that reminded Kreacher that the gentleman it respected the most was also a 'Mudblood', so before Kreacher left and disappeared, he still bowed to Hermione and said something that only he could hear. The voice apologized, but did not take the pie from Hermione's hand.
"What did Professor Blaine do to Kreacher?" Hermione said with a frown.
"Oh, you don't want to know, Hermione -"
Sirius said with a smile, but then he noticed that Hermione's expression when she looked at him was not very good, so he raised his eyebrows and asked,
"What's the matter?"
"You shouldn't be so rude to it, Sirius, and," Hermione said dissatisfied, "it's very old and it's time for retirement. You should let it rest!"
Sirius laughed;
"You are killing it, Hermione. Creatures like house elves do not like to rest or retire. They serve their wizarding families for life. Believe me, Hermione, if I say to Kreacher now If you let it go free, the fright may directly kill it!"
"I also knew a house elf before, his name was Dobby -" Harry said suddenly, "It used to serve the Malfoy family, but it couldn't stand the Malfoy family and tried desperately to break away from them. In the end, it got freedom.”
"Yeah!"
Sirius said with slight surprise,
"Perhaps there are some freaks in every race. But, Harry, that house elf named Dobby is a different kind. If you know enough about them, you will know that I am not lying."
"But--"
Hermione's frown still didn't loosen, her tone was full of accusation,
"This is ridiculous, isn't it? This rich table of food comes from Kreacher, but it is eating a bad potato unless you give it an order to prohibit it from touching our food, or you don't pay it enough wages! "
"Salary?"
Now, Sirius was not the only one laughing out loud at the table. The Weasley family basically laughed. Sirius did not point out the mistake Hermione made, but just said,
"After you return to Hogwarts, you can go to the library to look up the knowledge about house elves, and then you will know what Kreacher and his race are about, Hermione -"
Bill, Charlie and Percy slept until noon before apparating to the camping site. Ron couldn't wait to ask Charlie whether his bet on Bagman was wise. After receiving Charlie's affirmation, Ron was very happy. His face was glowing, as if he was imagining the wonderful life of spending hundreds of gold coins freely.
As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the campground like a palpable cloud.
At dusk even the silent summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation. As night fell like a curtain over thousands of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last traces of disguise disappeared - the Ministry seemed to be succumbing to the inevitable, no longer fighting against people who were clearly using magic. Signs are popping up everywhere.
Mr. Weasley could only sigh helplessly at this. He had already foreseen the endless overtime life that would last for at least half a month after the World Cup.
Several adults were still chatting in the tent, but Harry and the others could no longer bear the throbbing and joined the restless crowd outside.
Every few steps, apparated vendors descended from the sky, carrying trays and pushing trolleys filled with strange and weird gadgets. There are illuminated rose-scented badges - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria - and the players' names are screamed out.
There are green tall hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; there are Bulgarian ribbons, with the lions printed on them really roaring; there are the national flags of the two countries, which play their respective national anthems when waved; and there are also ones that can really fly. Firebolt small models; there are statues of famous team members for collection. Those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a proud look.
Harry met many of his classmates at Hogwarts in the bustling crowd. Oliver Wood told Harry that he had been admitted as a substitute for Puddlemere United.
Harry also saw Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw. She was a very beautiful Asian girl. She immediately saw Harry walking out of the Wood family's tent, so she waved her arms and smiled at her. But before Harry could recover, Qiu Zhang was squeezed out of their sight by the huge crowd.
Harry looked around in despair, but he could never find that beautiful figure. It wasn't until a vendor pushed a cart past him that his attention came back.
"Look at these--"
Harry walked over to the car, which was piled high with many things that looked like binoculars, but they were filled with all kinds of weird knobs and dials.
"The panoramic telescope," the wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted, "you can replay the picture in slow motion, and if necessary, it can also quickly flash an analysis of the game situation. Let's make a deal, ten galleons each."
"Oh, I wish I didn't buy this."
Ron looked at his dancing shamrock hat and gazed longingly through the panoramic telescope.
"Buy three."
Harry said to the wizard without hesitation.
"Don't—don't bother." Ron stopped him with a red face.
"If our investment in Ludo Bagman makes money, you can pay it back to me." Harry said as he stuffed Ron's telescope into his arms.
"Reasonable enough."
Ron grinned. He played with the telescope, his eyes filled with eagerness, as if he had seen the moment when he harvested a large amount of gold from Ludo.
"Oh, thank you, Harry."
Hermione had been depressed for a long time about Kreacher. At this moment, she finally got rid of her emotions and accepted Harry's gift with a smile.
"I'm here to buy a race manual for the buyer. Look, it's over there--"
The night had turned dark, but brilliant fireworks continued to burst out from the sky over the jungle. Harry felt more urgent in his heart. He had to hurry back to the tent and call Sirius and Remus to go see Quirk. At the Dizzy Competition, Hermione was discussing the price with the vendor. Harry put the newly acquired panoramic telescope to his eye sockets and looked in the direction of the jungle with interest.
The surroundings were bustling, and Harry's expression suddenly changed as he was watching the fireworks. Just now, his heart suddenly felt cold, and a feeling of being spied on came to his heart.
Harry instinctively put down the telescope and looked around blankly. With the talent of an excellent seeker, it took him almost no time to find the source of the voyeuristic feeling in the surging sea of people.
Nearly two hundred feet to his right, there was a woman. Because of the distance, Harry couldn't see the woman's face clearly. However, the moment he saw the woman in an off-white dress, something suddenly popped up in his heart. An inexplicable feeling of familiarity.
Who is it?
Harry blinked, trying to see the woman's face, and then he realized he had a telescope in his hand. Harry quickly raised his binoculars and looked in that direction again, but as soon as his vision was lost for a second or two, there was no one in sight at that position.
"What's going on, Harry?"
Hermione came back with three game instructions. She glanced at where Harry was looking.
"Have you seen any classmates from Hogwarts?"
"No--"
Harry's expression was a bit confused and a bit solemn, "Well, maybe." It felt a bit familiar, but I didn't see her face clearly.
"Never mind that, Harry."
Ron pulled Harry's sleeve and said happily,
"I saw dad and the others walking out of the tent. Come on, they are probably planning to enter!"
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