Hogwarts Card Drawer

　　 There was a burst of cheers outside, and it seemed that the Gryffindor team had already played.

　　 "Okay, you should be on the court too. Come on, Draco." Cronos patted Draco on the shoulder.

　　 When they came out to the arena, they were greeted by a loud noise. Most of them were the cheers of the Slytherin students, while the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff didn't like Slytherin. They all wanted to see Slytherin defeated. But at the same time, they could hear a lot of hissing and cheering in their crowd.

　　 At this time, Chronos had just boarded the Slytherin viewing platform.

　　 "Where have you been?" Daphne asked on the side.

　　 "Go and cheer for Draco and the others." Cronos looked inside the playing field.

　　 Quidditch referee Mrs. Hooch asked Flint and Wood to shake hands with each other. They both stared at each other with threatening eyes, and both sides squeezed each other's hands with great strength.

　　 "Listen to my whistle," said Mrs. Hooch, "three, two, one."

　　 The crowd was full of voices, sending them off, and the fourteen team members rushed into the light gray sky. Draco was flying high. He had been staring at Harry and from time to time he used his peripheral vision to search for traces of the Golden Snitch.

　　 It started to rain, and Cronos felt big tears hit his face.

　　 "Water and fire won't invade!" He snapped his fingers and his wizard robes immediately became dry, and the rain fell in love with Chronos as if he had been navigated. He also cast this spell on Daphne next to him.

　　 "Spell without obstacles?" Daphne was shocked by Chronos' operation, and the eyes of Chronos were full of small stars.

　　Cronos didn't care about him, he has been paying attention to the situation on the game field.

　　 "Slytherin is leading, sixty to zero." As soon as the commentator Lee Jordan said this, there was a sigh of relief on the scene.

　　 Cronos saw it, the crazy wandering ball was doing its best to knock Harry out of the air. Both Fred and George were flying right and left next to Harry to protect him.

　　 Cronos turned around and ran under the viewing platform. "Where are you going? Chronos." Daphne's voice sounded behind Chronos.

　　 But Cronos didn't answer him, he jumped off the Slytherin stage in a few big strides. He walked along the edge of the Quidditch field, and finally Cronos found the housekeeper wearing an old pillowcase inside the cloth after he spared the field for half a circle.

　　 You don't need to guess Cronos to know that this is the house elf of Dobby Malfoy. He is now looking at the game through the cloth with his head the size of a volleyball **** pouting.

　　 "Pop!" Chronos snapped his fingers, and Dobby immediately spurred out a few vines from the surrounding sand, entangled Dobby firmly. Cronos got closer, and Cronos saw that his green eyes the size of a tennis ball were full of fear.

　　 "Ah... let me see who this is? Isn't this the house-elf of the Malfoy family?" Cronos dragged the long tone towards Dobby slowly.

　　 Dobby's eyes were full of fear, and his whole body trembled. If it weren't for being trapped by Chronos, I'm afraid it would have to punish itself again.

　　 "Let's guess what a house elf is doing here without staying at the owner's house?" Cronos said, touching his chin, pretending to be thinking.

　　Dobby the house elf was so frightened that she was crying, and the tears of the big bean fell drop by drop like broken beads. Cronos thought he was a bad guy who bullied children. But Cronos will not be deceived by its surface, maybe this guy is older than his two lives.

"Ah! Yes." Cronos made a gesture of the famous Detective Conan: "Our house elf came with his master Lucius Malfoy. Watch the first game of his young master. Quidditch game, but it found that his master seems to be not as strong as the famous Harry Potter. So he manipulated the wandering ball and tried to kill the wizard to help his master win."

　　 "Is that right?" Cronos asked.

　　Dobby was terribly scared. He shook his head frantically to punish himself by hitting the stake next to him.

"If I remember correctly, the elves who murdered the wizard are going to be sent to Azkaban, right?" Cronos stared at Dobby's eyes and pulled down the vine blocking Dobby's mouth. .

　　 "Please, please!" Dobby choked up: "Dobby doesn't want to harm Harry Potter, Dobby just wants to help him."

　　 "Are you carrying your original master to help an outsider?" Cronos's tone increased a little.

　　 Dobby was even more miserable than crying. He slammed his head against the stakes and said, "Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby."

　　 "Okay." Cronos said impatiently~www.readwn.com~ He already hates these house elves a bit. But Dobby still hit the stake with his head, not listening to Cronos's dissuasion.

　　 "Enough!" Cronos roared, and Dobby trembled with fright.

　　 "I don't need to tell Mr. Malfoy about what you did today." Cronos said, watching Dobby, who had finally calmed down.

　　 "But you need to do something for me." Cronos continued.

　　 "What does Mr. Slughorn need me to do for you?" Dobby asked cautiously, his green eyes full of fear.

　　 "Do you know me?" Cronos asked in surprise.

　　 "Of course, the famous Mage Magistrate. We all know that you often mention it in the mouth of the house elves." Dobby still didn't dare to look at Cronos talking.

"Okay, it doesn't matter!" Cronos waved his hand and continued: "What I ask you to do is not difficult. You can go to Guidro Lockhart to help me find a black cover book. Notebook. Find it and bring it to me."

　　 After talking about Cronos, he untied Dobby's vine, and then pointed out with him to Lockhart who was sitting on the stands.

　　 "Isn't it difficult for you?" Cronos asked. The magic of house elves is not much worse than that of wizards.

　　 "Hmm!" Dobby's head clicked heavily, motioning him to take it down.

　　 "Okay, let's go!" Cronos kicked Dobby angrily, and then returned to the stand by himself.

　　 "How is it? What is the score now?" Cronos asked when he walked to Fanny's side.

　　 "Very bad, Gryffindor gradually caught up later. It is now one hundred and ten to ninety." Daphne said with a heavy face, she is also a diehard fan of Quidditch.