HP Magic Biography

Everyone took the things they bought, and hurried to the forest along the path illuminated by lanterns, with Mr. Weasley at the forefront. They could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them—calling, laughing and singing.

Everyone was deeply moved by the frenetic excitement, and Harry was grinning the whole time.

They walked through the forest for thirty minutes, talking and joking loudly all the way, until at last they reached the other end of the forest and found in front of them a huge gymnasium.

Although Fan Lin could only see a part of the surrounding area where the tent was set up, it definitely wasn't crowded at all.

This is the magic world, it is impossible for such a mistake to happen, but... it is not certain.

But Harry didn't think so.

Mr Weasley, noticing the awed look on Harry's face, said to him, It can seat a hundred thousand people. Five hundred people were employed by the Cabinet during the year to build this stadium. Every inch of it is defended. Muggle magic. During the year, every time a Muggle approached here, they immediately remembered something important and ran away as fast as they could...God bless them, he added affectionately.

Mr. Weasley led the way to the nearest entrance, where a crowd of rowdy witches and wizards had already gathered.

Front seat! A witch official at the door said after looking at their tickets, Upper class! Go straight up the stairs, Arthur, to the top.

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

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

This small box is located at the highest point of the gymnasium, just between the two golden sideline posts. There were about twenty purple, gilt chairs, arranged in two rows. Harry followed Mr. Weasley to the front row and looked down into a scene he could never have imagined.

In the elliptical square, the chairs below are a little taller than the next row according to a certain ratio, and a hundred thousand witches and wizards sit on their seats. The entire gymnasium was filled with a mysterious golden light, as if it was emanating from the gymnasium itself. From their vantage point, the square was smooth as velvet and had three goal hoops at each end, fifteen feet high; directly opposite them, almost at eye level with Harry There was a huge blackboard where gold letters were scrawled; it was immediately erased. After looking at it for a while, Harry realized that it said it was an advertisement.

Blue Bottle: One Broom for the Whole Family - Safe, Reliable,

Whistle with Defender Baghra... Mrs. Scrowater's Magic Cleaner: No Pain No Spots! ...Grade's Sorcerer's General Store--London Paris, Hosmeade...

Harry looked away from the advertisement and turned to see who else was in the box besides them. So far, no one else, except for a tiny creature sitting in the penultimate row behind them. The creature has very short legs, so it rests its legs on the seat. It was wearing a coffee table cover that looked like the toga of an ancient Roman citizen, and it was burying its face in its hands. And those long, bat-like ears are very strange, but familiar.

Is that Dobby? Harry asked in disbelief. The little creature lifted its head, spread its fingers, opened its large brown eyes, and its nose was the size and shape of a tomato. It's not Dobby. However, there is no doubt that it is a servant elf, just like Harry's friend Dobby.

Harry has rescued Dobby from the home of his former owner, Malfoy.

Now Dobby is happily following Fan Lin.

Did sir call me Dobby? the elf asked curiously through its fingers. It was a little louder than Dobby's, a tiny, quivering creak. Although talking to the elf was difficult, Harry guessed the elf was a woman. Others also got up from their seats and ran to watch.

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

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

Your name, sir... She opened her dark brown eyes wide as her gaze rested on Harry's scar.

You must be Harry Potter!

Well, I am, said Harry.

Winky said, Dobby's been talking about you all day, sir! She lowered her hand slightly and looked at Harry in great awe.

About me? Harry asked, but then he wanted to understand what Dobby was talking about. Dobby was at Fan Lin's house, and Dobby wanted to be frank and lenient.

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

Why not? Harry asked.

Winky dropped an octave and whispered, The last time I saw him, he was waiting for someone to pay for his work, sir!

Pay? Harry asked blankly. Why can't others pay him?

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

House elves don't get paid, she squeaked lowly. No, no, no, I told Dobby, I said, get out and find yourself a good family and settle down. But he It's not very good for a servant elf to indulge in fantasies. I said, Dobby, if you keep going on like this, I'll soon hear about you being like some ordinary Like a goblin, it was sent to the Department of Disciplinary Regulations for Magical Creatures.

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

House elves are no fun, Harry Potter, said Winky sternly. The servant elves have to do whatever the master asks them to do, and I have a fear of heights, she said weeping, glancing at the edge of the box, but my master sent me to the upper class, so I had to come .”

If he knew you were afraid of heights, why did he send you here? Harry asked, frowning.

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

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

That's one of those house elves? whispered Ron. Unbelievable stuff, isn't it?

Dobby is even more incredible, said Harry excitedly.

You should have told him that Dobby was already employed 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.

Fan Lin comforted Hermione, and he turned his eyes to Winky, this is the elf of the Crouch family, then, Barty Crouch Jr. should be at...

Fan Lin's magic power began to probe outward, but there were too many wizards here, and he couldn't distinguish the Death Eaters among them.