Hogwarts Homecoming

Kreacher's body froze all of a sudden, and his expression seemed a bit dull!

"What's the matter, Sirius?"

Remus asked slightly surprised. He knew how difficult this ancestral house-elf of the Black family was to deal with. Before he helped bring Regulus back from that terrifying hole, he had never given him What a good face, and after that incident, it finally stopped cursing at him, but that's all.

"It's Amostar—"

Sirius squinted at Kreacher, pursed his lips,

"When Kreacher met for the first time, he also followed my mother's portrait and called Amosta a 'dirty, despicable mudblood', hehe, you should know that Amosta is not used to its problems But Kreacher is very close to Amostar right now, isn't it?"

"That powerful Mr. Wizard helped Kreacher find Master Regulus, and the master and his friends just took advantage."

Kreacher muttered, but Sirius just smiled coldly.

Perhaps it was Sirius' words that reminded Kreacher that the gentleman it respected the most was also a 'Mudblood', so before Kreacher left and disappeared, it still bent over Hermione, using a voice that could only be heard by itself. The voice apologized, but it didn't accept the pie from Hermione.

"What did Professor Blaine do to Kreacher?" Hermione frowned.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to know, Hermione—"

Sirius said with a smile, but immediately, he noticed that Hermione looked at him not very well, so he raised his eyebrows and asked,

"What's the matter?"

"You shouldn't have been so rude to him, Sirius, and," said Hermione disapprovingly, "he's very old, it's retirement age, you should let him rest!"

Sirius laughed,

"You're killing it, Hermione. House-elves don't take rest, retire, and the like. They serve their entire lives for the wizarding family they belong to. Believe me, Hermione, if I say to Kreacher now Let it go free, then this fright may directly kill it!"

"I also knew a house-elf before, its name was Dobby--" Harry said suddenly, "it used to serve the Malfoy family, but it didn't like the Malfoy family and tried desperately to break away from them, and finally it got free."

"Yeah!"

Sirius said slightly surprised,

"Perhaps there are some freaks in every race. But, Harry, that house-elf named Dobby is an oddity, and if you know them well enough, you know I'm not lying."

"But--"

Hermione's frown still did not loosen, and her tone was full of accusations,

"It's ridiculous, isn't it, a table full of food from Kreacher and it's eating a bad potato unless, you ordered it not to touch our food, or, you didn't pay it enough! "

"Salary?"

Now, Sirius was not the only one laughing loudly on the table, the Weasley family basically laughed, Sirius didn't point out the mistake Hermione made, just said,

"When you get back to Hogwarts, you can go to the library and look up the knowledge about house-elves, and then you'll know what Kreacher and its race are all about, Hermione—"

Bill, Charlie, and Percy slept until noon before apparating to the camp. Ron couldn't wait to ask Charlie whether his bet on Bagman was wise. His face was glowing, as if he was already imagining the wonderful life of squandering a few hundred gold coins.

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.

At dusk, even the still summer air seemed to shiver with anticipation. As night fell like a curtain over thousands of eagerly awaiting wizards, and the last vestiges of camouflage vanished - the Ministry seemed to bow to the inevitable and stop fighting people and let those who were clearly using magic Signs are popping up everywhere.

Mr. Weasley could only sigh helplessly. He had already foreseen the endless overtime life that would last at least half a month after the World Cup.

Several adults were still chatting in the tent, but Harry and the others couldn't bear the throbbing anymore, and joined the restless crowd outside.

Every few steps, apparated peddlers descended from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts full of oddities and oddities. There are glowing rose-scented badges - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria - and screeching out the names of the players.

There are tall green hats decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind; Bulgarian ribbons with lions that actually roar; flags of two countries that play their national anthems when they are waved; and real flying ones. Firebolt miniatures; there are collectible figurines of famous players that walk around in the palm of your hand, looking smug.

Harry saw many of his classmates at Hogwarts in the bustling crowd, and Oliver Wood told Harry that he had been accepted by Puddlemere United as a substitute.

Harry also saw Ravenclaw's Qiu Zhang, she is a very beautiful Asian girl, she saw Harry coming out of the Wood's tent at a glance, so she waved her arms and smiled at her, But before Harry could recover, Qiu Zhang was squeezed into a place where they couldn't see by the huge stream of people.

Harry looked around in frustration, but he still couldn't find the beautiful figure. It wasn't until a peddler passed by him pushing a cart that he drew his attention back.

"Look at these-"

Harry walked up to the cart, which was piled high with what looked like binoculars, but was filled with all sorts of odd knobs and dials.

"Panoramic binoculars," the wizard peddler enthusiastically sold, "You can replay the images in slow motion. If necessary, it can also quickly flash out the analysis of the game situation. Let's make a deal, ten Galleons apiece."

"Oh, if only I didn't buy this."

Ron looked at his dancing shamrock hat and hungrily at the panoculars.

"Buy three."

Harry said to the wizard without hesitation.

"Don't—don't bother." Ron stopped with a blushing face.

"If our investment in Ludo Bagman makes any money, you'll pay me back," said Harry, shoving Ron's telescope into his pocket.

"Reasonable enough."

Ron grinned, he played with the telescope, his eyes were eager, as if he had seen the moment when he harvested a large sum of gold from Ludo.

"Oh, thank you, Harry."

The matter of Kreacher made Hermione depressed for a long time. At this moment, she finally got rid of her emotions and accepted Harry's gift with a smile.

"I'm going to buy someone a game manual, and look, there it is-"

The night had already turned dark, but the sky over the jungle continued to shoot out gorgeous and bright fireworks. Harry felt a little more urgent. He wanted to go back to the tent and call Sirius and Remus together, and quickly went to see Quinn. On the field of the oddball competition, Hermione was negotiating the price with the peddler, and Harry put the newly acquired panoramic binoculars on his eye sockets, and looked in the direction of the forest with great interest.

The surroundings were bustling, and Harry, who was watching the fireworks, suddenly changed his expression. Just now, his heart suddenly turned cold, and a feeling of being spied on came to his heart.

Instinctively, Harry put down the binoculars and looked around blankly. With the talent of an excellent Seeker, it took him almost no time to find the source of that sense of peeping in the surging crowd.

Nearly two hundred feet to his right, there was a woman. Because of the distance, Harry couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but the moment he saw the woman in the beige dress, Harry suddenly burst into tears. An inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Who exactly?

Harry blinked, trying to get a good look at the woman's face, and then realized he was holding a telescope in his hand. Harry hurriedly raised the binoculars again to look in that direction, but after a second or two of losing sight, there was no one in that position just now.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

Hermione came back with three game instructions, and she glanced at where Harry was looking,

"Have you seen your Hogwarts classmates?"

"No--"

Harry's expression was a little confused and a little serious, "Well, maybe." It felt a little familiar, and I couldn't see her face clearly.

"Never mind that, Harry."

Ron pulled Harry's sleeve and said happily,

"I saw Dad and the others coming out of the tent, let's go, they are probably planning to enter the venue!"

This book is finally a masterpiece, thank you all book friends for your support and company all the time, thank you!

Now that the book is in the second half, the writing is getting more and more difficult. I will try my best to control the plot and ensure the logic of the story is smooth. The whole will probably end at about 2 million words.

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