v2 Chapter 475： Irving's tracking magic

The sparkling concept represents the vast majority of domestic elves, and the likes of Dobby are a minority.

The long-standing oppression has led them to form this kind of false malformation.

Domestic elves are slaves to wizards. The most frightening thing is that they are willing.

Ai Wen knows this, but others don't know.

When he heard the sparkling words, Harry asked blankly. "Is there anything wrong with this, shouldn't I get paid?"

The sparkling seemed to be frightened by this idea, and the fingers were closed so that her face was blocked again.

"The house elf is unpaid, sir!" She screamed from behind her fingers. "This is the worst and worst thought. It is bad, it is a shame for us."

Hermione's brows picked up and picked her words.

Ai Wen knows that this is her performance that she is not familiar with something and is ready to express her opinion.

Sure enough, she turned her eyes to Ai Wen in the next second, with a look on her face.

"I paid more than a lot of money, and there are holidays!" Ai Wen whispered, "four Jinjialong and one-day holiday every month."

"That's it!" Hermione frowned more tightly. "I never knew, you used Dobby in such a cheap way."

Ai Wen would like to give more than a few Jin Jialong and holidays, but the house elf simply does not accept.

Think about it, every time let him do less words or care about a few words, it will make him cry with his thighs.

Over time, Ai Wen will no longer ask for trouble.

For home elves, more work represents more happiness!

But Hermione obviously didn't think so. From her expression, she seemed to think that Avon was squeezing cheap labor.

She knows Dobby's work, and it is Alvin's full-time servant, who is on call 24 hours a day.

With such a large amount of work, he can only get one Jin Jialong every week. What is the difference between this and slaves? !

Over there, Harry and the sparkling conversation continued.

"There is nothing wrong with getting paid. Dobby should also have some fun," said Harry.

"The house elf shouldn't have fun, Harry Potter!" Sparkling his hands and squinting, he said, looking angry, directly calling Harry's full name. "The house elf completely obeys the master's instructions, I There was a fear of heights, but my master sent me to the top box, and I came, Harry Potter!"

She glanced at the edge of the box and took a breath.

"He clearly knows that you have a fear of heights, why should you send you here?" Harry frowned with dissatisfaction.

"Master, the master asked me to give him a seat, Harry Potter, he was too busy." Sparkling his head and looking at the empty seat next to her, "I hope she will return to her master's tent." Harry Potter, but the screaming command, unlike Dobby, is a very embarrassing house elf."

She looked at the edge of the box in fear and hurryed her eyes.

A moment of silence, everyone looked at each other, only Hermione was thinking about something frowning.

"These house elves are very weird, aren't they?" Ron whispered.

"Dobby is more weird than she is!" Harry agreed.

"They just thought it was too simple, but it was not bad in essence." Ai Wen said, looking at Hermione uneasily. "The house elves have their own way of life and customs. We should not stand in the unknown. Read these and even try to intervene."

He didn't know if Hermione had listened to it. I hope she didn't make anything to save the house elf.

But Ai Wen turned to think, if Hermione didn't do that, she didn't seem to be Hermione!

This is one of Hermione's characteristics and her lovely place.

Some things are meant to be doomed, no matter how they change.

Ai Wen thought for a moment, no longer to manage Hermione, or to do things within their own control.

He quietly pulled out his wand and pointed at the empty position beside the gleaming, and the subtle magic fell silently there.

This is a tracking magic that allows Ai Wen to master the current position within a certain range.

Voldemort and the vampires can save the little Batty Crouch, but they can't make them too big.

Things that are as crazy as the remains of the Ma people can't happen here at the World Cup venue.

Ai Wen suddenly thought that every time he saw the evil spirits coming, in the end, because of the lack of flesh and blood of the sacrifice, he could not keep up with the expansion speed of its huge body, and finally caused its body to begin to collapse and crack.

The expansion of the evil spirit seems to be endless. If there is a supply of flesh and blood for 100,000 people, what will it look like? !

Probably the entire UK will be covered by it, extending to the outside of the atmosphere.

These monsters are really scary enough.

Soon, everyone's attention shifted from the sparkle to the Quidditch venue.

Ron took out his panoramic telescope and started debugging. He looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"Awesome!" He played with the replay **** on the side of the telescope. "I can let the old guy over there lick the nose again, lick it again, and lick it again."

"Hermione just said that there was a mascot performance before the game. I want to know what it would be?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, that's always worth seeing." Mr. Weasley said, "The decision will impress you."

"This is the tradition of the World Cup. The national teams bring some fantastic animals from the country and do some performance here." Sirius said to Harry, "It’s all very rare things, they have brought thirty in a year. More than a phoenix."

Dumbledore has a phoenix "Fox", a magical animal with golden feathers and magical power.

The phoenix is ​​very rare, with its origins in Egypt, India and China, and the phoenix in different places has subtle differences.

But overall, they are very ornamental, it is hard to imagine what more than 30 phoenixes will fly around the field.

For the next half hour, they were filled with people in their box.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, and those who saw him were very big wizards.

Sirius was mostly sneer, he sat in the corner, whispering and Ai Wen said the past of these wizards.

In front of them, Percy stood up and hurried again and again, looking like sitting on the back of a porcupine with a sting.

When the Minister of Magic, Connelly Fudge, arrived, Percy was too low, and the glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

He was bungee, hurriedly repaired the lens with his wand, and then sat in his seat.

When Connelly Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a sly look at Harry.

Then, Fudge saw Sirius and Ai Wen sitting in the corner and came over with a smile. (To be continued.)