Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

The most amazing thing among them is Madam Malkin's robe store, they not only have words, but also pictures! Still in color! This is so unique among many advertisements, and it immediately attracts the audience's attention.

You know, this is advertising in front of wizards all over the world!

As for advertising, in addition to easy-to-understand and profound advertising slogans, being different is the essence.

Everyone is just text advertising, why are you so good?

This sentence came to mind among other shop owners.

There were bursts of exclamations from the audience, and applause resounded throughout the world. It is conceivable that after this game, a new business overlord will rise in Diagon Alley.

The Fengya brand wizard uniform may not be able to catch up this time even if it tries to catch up.

Looking away from the billboard, Harry turned his head to see who else was sitting in the box with them.

Soon, he found his target.

Somewhere in the row behind them sat a surprisingly small guy.

Its small body was curled up in the seat, and it was wearing a simple loose robe. If you look closely, you can see that it is actually a tea towel.

It buried its face deeply in its hands, trembling uncontrollably.

As if he had been greatly frightened.

A pair of long, bat-like big ears drooping on both sides of the head, the forehead is bald, and the forehead wrinkles are deeply visible. This iconic appearance...

"Dobby?" Harry's eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief.

Others were attracted by his shouts and looked over in surprise. Only then did they realize that there was a house elf in the box!

Seeing the other party, Robert's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around without any trace, even using probing magic.

This look!

It looks so familiar!

This is definitely sparkly!

She is a house elf of the Crouch family.

Although Mr. Barty Crouch has been accused of being murdered recently, after all, his position is there. He is seriously apologizing to a certain lady and making a promise to personally catch the son who dares to offend the authority of the Ministry of Magic. After that, he became the boss of the Ministry of Magic.

However, Winky's appearance at this time not only represents her personally, but also represents that Barty Crouch Jr. may have also appeared in the chaos!

A house elf cannot disobey his master. If the escaped prisoner Barty Crouch Jr. asks Winky to cover him so that he can hide in this small box, it will be a disaster for everyone who comes to this box to watch the game. What a disaster!

No, even, he alone can threaten the 100,000 spectators in the entire stadium!

Barty Crouch Jr. is definitely a more dangerous, more tolerant, and crazier Death Eater than Bella Trix!

Hearing someone shouting, the house elf raised his head, spread his fingers tremblingly, and a pair of huge brown eyes and a nose like a big tomato appeared in front of everyone.

Although the appearance is somewhat similar, after all, house elves all look the same to wizards and it is difficult to tell them apart, but this is obviously not Dobby.

Harry looked disappointed.

"Sir, were you talking about Dobby just now?" The elf asked curiously from between his fingers, his voice was scary and thin, and he was obviously a female house elf.

"I'm sorry," Harry apologized sincerely, "I regarded you as a friend I knew before."

"Sir! I know Dobby too!" the elf screamed excitedly, but her hands still covered her face, as if she was blinded by the light outside the window. "My name is Winky, sir. It must be Harry Potter!"

She showed a happy expression. Although the wrinkled face of the house elf was really scary, she should be happy, right?

"Yes." Harry nodded. He was very happy to meet a house elf who knew Dobby. This gave him the opportunity to learn about his friend's current situation. "How is Dobby doing lately? Are you still getting used to it?"

Hearing this, the excited expression on Winky's face faded, she shook her head and said, "Sir, let me be disrespectful to you - you liberating Dobby from the Malfoy family is probably not a good thing for him."

Harry looked at her in surprise, "Why do you say that?"

"Dobby's mind is full of unrealistic ideas." Winky said sadly, "This is not good, it will get him into a lot of trouble, sir."

"Big trouble? What is it?" Harry tilted his head, a little confused.

Winky looked around in panic and was relieved when she found no one. She leaned into Harry's ear and whispered carefully, "Because, he wants to get paid, sir."

"Payment?" Harry asked blankly. "Shouldn't he be paid?"

He remembered the house elves in Robert's castle, each of whom had a reward.

As for whether Kreacher is paid, well, I heard that Black has given him financial power and he is now financially free.

However, this question frightened Winky. She screamed and closed her fingers again, afraid to look at Harry.

"House elves shouldn't be paid, sir!" Winky screamed, her voice full of tears. "I told him, Dobby, you can't do this. You should find yourself a decent family. Settled down well...but he only knew how to have fun all day long...The kind-hearted Mr. Leslie gave him a job and paid him, but he felt that it was not the freedom he wanted, so he left again!"

Harry's eyes widened and he didn't understand what was wrong with doing this at all. "Isn't it good? I mean, he can go find his freedom..."

"Sir, this is inappropriate for a house elf, because wizards will never allow this kind of thing to happen, do you understand?" Winky looked at Harry with tears in her eyes, "I told him, if you don't Playing around like this, the next thing I will hear is that you are being arrested by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures like some despicable goblin."

"But, he just escaped from the Malfoy prison, so he really should have some fun, right?" Harry was confused.

"House elves shouldn't have fun, Harry Potter." Winky covered her face with her hands, pious and serious, as if she was expressing some kind of belief, "A good house elf should completely obey its master's instructions. .”

"I'm afraid of heights, sir." She let go of her hand, glanced towards the edge of the box, took a breath of air, and covered her face in panic, "But my master sent me to the top box, so I coming."

Harry frowned, feeling dissatisfied with the Winky Master who had not yet appeared, "That's too much! He clearly knows that you are afraid of heights, why did he send you here?"