I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 235 They are even worse than Dobby

To the right of the stands, almost at eye level, is a huge blackboard with golden words and patterns flashing on it, as if an invisible giant hand is writing on the blackboard in a flamboyant style and then erasing them.

Those flashing words and images are just for the audience to see.

Cornflower: A flying broomstick suitable for the whole family! Safe, reliable, and features a built-in anti-theft device and silencer.

Mrs. Scowle's All-Purpose Stain Remover: Effortlessly removes stains!

Elegant Wizard Robes: London, Paris, Hogsmeade.

Harry looked away from the GG sign and turned to look at the next booth.

There weren't many people in that private room yet, except for an unusually small guy sitting in the second-to-last seat in the back row.

The little creature's legs were too short; they could only stretch out onto the chair in front of it. It wore a tea towel used for wiping teawares, like a loose robe, and its face was buried in its hands.

But those long, bat-like ears looked so familiar…

"Dobby?" Harry said in disbelief.

The little guy raised his head, loosened his fingers, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes and a nose shaped and sized like a large tomato.

Not Dobby—but without a doubt, this is also a house-elf, just like Dobby's previous identity.

"Oh! Is Harry Potter calling me?"

The sound came from above Harry's head, not from the next box.

A little elf popped his head out from the top of the box. He was dressed in black leather armor, leather jacket and pants, looking just like the famous Redeemer Neo.

A pair of hands gripped the tassels hanging from the top of the private room, and the person jumped down while swaying.

"???"

Harry looked at Dobby in surprise at his strange attire.

Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Enjoy freedom!" Dobby said happily.

Dobby hopes Ireland can win the game!

Ron glanced at Owen, who was entangled with Granger, then turned to Dobby: "I thought you were supposed to be with Owen this morning. Where did you go?"

"Dobby's off work." Dobby casually uttered something extraordinary.

Dobby's working hours are from 5 a.m. to 2 p.m. every day.

"Huh???" Ron grabbed his hair and looked at him in great confusion.

Can house-pocket creatures go home from get off work?

After saying that, he couldn't help but look at Irving, "What are you thinking?"

"Don't you pay your employees? I pay them by the hour!" Owen yelled, wedging Granger's outstretched arms with a table leg. "I'm broke!!!"

Ron rolled his eyes.

You're poor!

There are no rich people at Hogwarts!

"So what are you going to do this afternoon? What are you going to do for dinner?" he continued to ask.

"Mr. Ron Weasley," Owen turned to look at him, "Although—you have a mother, you don't have hands, although—why does it sound weird that I don't have a mother?"

But I have hands, so the cooking magic isn't that hard to learn. I just need someone to cook for me when I can't get up in the morning.

and--

I also have Kreacher! He cooks for free!

Besides, I'm just here to freeload a meal, aren't I?

He said with righteous indignation.

He paid no attention to Mr. Weasley sitting to the side, whose face showed a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

This child—he was troubled by his spoiled child.

Again, it's about sympathizing with Irving's background.

But seeing him recount his most tragic past without any hesitation, I was amazed by the child's resilience.

"Well, you know how to save money." Ron had to give Owen a thumbs up!

"House elves work without pay! Sir, don't let that elf corrupted by the fairy tarnish our reputation."

Suddenly, a scream came from another private room.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The little elf who looked almost exactly like Dobby was glaring angrily at Dobby, who was dancing and showing off his new clothes to Harry.

"If you work for someone, you should get paid, shouldn't you?" Harry asked blankly.

"That's right!!!" Irving yelled, "Damn old Deng, he has to copy that line a hundred times! A hundred times!!!"

"No—no way!" Shining seemed terrified by this statement.

She closed her fingers together. She shrieked, "This is a disgrace to the house-elves, Dobby—he actually wanted payment! Thank goodness you took him in!"

Otherwise, Flash really doesn't know what he would become. Flash once told him that if he continued down this path of depravity, he would soon end up like some lowly fairy, captured and interrogated by the Department of Magical Creatures Control.

"Dobby won't get caught!" Dobby, who had stopped showing off, put his hands on his hips and stared with his round eyes. "Dobby has no owner. Dobby is a free little elf. Dobby can go anywhere in the world."

Dobby has been to Paris, Berlin, the Alps, Egypt, climbed the pyramids, and also visited New Zealand, Ryukyu, and the Ming Dynasty.

Dobby has seen the sun shining on the golden mountains, heard the sunset bells ringing from the temples on the snow-capped mountains, seen the sun sink into the sea, and seen the moon rise from the valley.

Dobby has seen sights that many wizards have never seen, and gone to places that even wizards have never been. Dobby loves to travel; Dobby is Dobby, not anyone's property!

He shouted loudly.

The sound penetrated the private room and reached Shan Shan's ears.

Her expression turned horrified, and she stared at Dobby as if he were a monster.

And what about the young wizards?

Their expressions weren't very good.

The little elf's passionate and inspiring words were truly moving!

But everyone discovered that they were living worse than a little elf.

Because they had never been to any of the places Dobby mentioned!

"You—" Shan Shan trembled all over.

As if hearing the evil whispers of some hellish demon, "House-elves shouldn't have fun. House-elves need a master, they need a master."

If there is no owner—"

"If there is no owner—"

"You are now free, slave!"

Irving dodged Miss Granger's punch with a side slide.

Then he used the chair to wedge her out.

"Petrify them all!" The spell struck the chair.

They nailed her to a pillar in the private room.

"Let me go!" she roared.

"No! I won't! Bite me!"

"Hmph!" The little black guy, as if he had won a battle, raised his head and proudly sat back in his seat.

"You remind me of a Gypsy tale about a beautiful woman who was turned into a python for disobeying her parents." He took a sip of iced lemonade from his pocket.

He just bought this from a vendor outside the stadium.

Originally, that guy was going to add a little bit of toad bile to this innocent lemonade. It's said that drinking that stuff will make people feel like they're floating on air and see many wonderful hallucinations.

But Irving didn't let him add it, because it would affect the taste.

"I've heard that this is the origin of the blood curse."

"Turn into a python?" Ron shuddered at the sound.

The twins couldn't help but look at Owen, "Disobeying your parents and being turned into a python?"

"He was beheaded every night for 150 years," Owen recounted the story. Clearly, this was another Muggle adaptation of a wizarding tale, the content of which had long been distorted beyond recognition.

"Do you really think those are parents? I think they should be called masters."

"Isn't that poor woman just like the house-elf? Her edges of resistance have been erased. One hundred and fifty years from now, that woman may become just as obedient to humans as the house-elf."

His voice was laced with a strong sense of sarcasm.

"Since you're already so obedient to others, why not consider finding someone more powerful?" Owen raised an eyebrow, looking at Shining and the empty chair next to her.

Unsurprisingly, that should be Barty Crouch Jr.'s position.

It was because of the riots he caused at the World Cup that Voldemort learned that his most loyal subordinate was still alive.

This led to the series of events that followed.

"Hey! Little sprite over there, ever considered changing employers? As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on. I see you're gentle and hardworking, come work for me! I promise I won't pay you!"

"No!" Sparkle covered her face. She turned her head and glanced at the empty seat next to her. "Sparkle's master will be back soon, he will be back soon. Sparkle will never betray the Crouch family."

"But—your Crouch family doesn't have much time left either. They'll be gone in no more than fifty chapters. There's no future in following a family like that!"

Irving continued.

But Shan Shan ignored him.

Upon hearing the young wizard before him slander his master's family, the elf turned his head away and refused to speak to them again.

"It seems her only destiny is the Hogwarts kitchen."

Irving looked away with a hint of regret.

Meanwhile, our Miss Granger—she easily broke free of the chair.

Without even using a wand or chanting a spell, he silently and without a wand transformed the chair into a balloon.

"Hmph!" Miss Granger, having broken free of her restraints, glared fiercely at Owen, then sat back down, sulking.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Inside the private room, only the whooshing sound of Owen diluting lemonade onto the floor could be heard.

"Look, it's Dumbledore!"

After Harry turned his gaze away from the next box, he began to scrutinize the stadium.

A short while later, he suddenly spotted the white-bearded old man who had withheld Irving's royalties in the very center of the stands.

"Look at the woman next to him, my God, she's even bigger than Hagrid."

Ron exclaimed.

What surprised him was none other than Orim Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

That half-blood witch with giant blood.

Besides Sirius Black, there were two other familiar faces around Dumbledore.

One of them was their former alchemy professor, Vanda Rozier.

The other one appears to be about the same size as Dumbledore.

The witch also had gray hair and deep wrinkles on her face.

Owen guessed that she might be the headmistress of the Illuminati Magical School.

"So, Wenda, my grandma went to Durmstrang to become the principal?" Owen was somewhat surprised, but also somewhat expected it, because he had seen Wenda's story published in the newspaper a while ago.

To be honest, he didn't have much hatred for Vynda Rozier.

Although he had tried to kill her but failed, he would not lay a hand on her again.

His mother had forgiven her mother, and he had already carried out his share of revenge as a child.

Once is enough; he tried his best.

everything is over.

"Oh my god! Owen, Professor Wenda has become the headmistress of Durmstrang, so what about this morning—" Harry said with some concern.

"Don't worry! She wouldn't bother you with something so trivial!" Owen gave Harry a disdainful look. "She'd probably go after those Durmstrang wizards who got their comeuppance."

"Wow! A magic headmistress, how cool!" Ron exclaimed. "Our family—"

"When Old Man Deng was in school, the vice-principal was a member of the Weasley family," Owen reminded Ron. "You should at least know a little about your family history!"

Upon hearing this, Ron was initially surprised!

Then came shame.

He then lowered his head—he truly didn't know that anyone in his family had ever held the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts!

He thought his family had always lived in cramped quarters.

Mr. Arthur saw the shame on his youngest son's face, but it wasn't Ron's fault.

The Weasley family is unimaginably large because they never discriminate against Muggle-born wizards, resulting in numerous branches.

In addition—as you know, the Weasley family has a litter of children, just like rabbits, and within a few years, a whole bunch of Weasleys will appear.

The Weasley woman from over a hundred years ago had almost no connection to Arthur's lineage.

Their fathers may have shared the same origin two or three hundred years ago, but let alone two or three hundred years, even a few years without contact would cause the relationship to fade. It's normal that Ron and his friends don't know about this history.

However, Mr. Arthur was more interested in Wenda Rozier, the current headmistress of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Owen, is your Wenda—um—a relative?" he interjected, asking with a hint of doubt.

When Mr. Arthur said Wenda's name, his tone became strangely different.

He certainly knew Grindelwald's story, and naturally he was also aware of what the French rose beside him had done.

Although last year, former Federation Vice President Swan Rozier pardoned Wenda for all her crimes.

But this will never convince the public.

A huge storm has already broken out in Europe.

Dumbledore remained silent on the matter.

This has become a stain on the reputation of those foreign sorcerers who attacked him.

"Yes—it's my maternal grandmother," Owen said calmly.

"Grandma? You're a member of the Rozier family?" Mr. Arthur exclaimed in shock.

"He's also the heir to the French Rozier family!" the twins chimed in.

"Oh! That's truly astonishing!" Mr. Arthur exclaimed. So, this child must be the heir to a large family, just like the Malfoy child?

This—Mr. Arthur was secretly alarmed.

He naively thought Owen was a half-blood wizard.

However, he didn't seem to find Irving's identity particularly unusual.

The Weasleys never discriminate against a child based on bloodline.

Except for Malfoy.

The fact that he could befriend his own children and Gryffindors like Harry and Hermione shows that he was not a wicked little wizard at heart.

Mr. Arthur was absolutely confident in this.

Just then, a loud bang came from the Quidditch pitch!

Then countless fireworks rose into the sky.

All eyes finally returned to the field.

Ron pulled out his panoramic binoculars and began adjusting them, gazing at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"There's a mascot performance before the game? I'd like to know what it is?" Harry asked curiously.

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

"It's a World Cup tradition that national teams bring some exotic animals from their countries to perform here," he explained. "They're all very rare things; one year they brought several phoenixes."

The phoenix, Dumbledore's Fawkes is a phoenix.

It is a magical creature with golden feathers and great magical power.

However, please note that phoenixes cannot be kept as pets—in fact, as extremely noble creatures, they can only recognize companions—not masters.

For example, Dumbledore and Fox.

They were partners, not master and servant as commonly understood by wizards.

Phoenixes are extremely rare, originating in Egypt, India, and China, and there are subtle differences between phoenixes from different places.

"Look, Barty Crouch is walking by."

"He's talking to Sirius, what are they saying?" Harry asked, puzzled.

He took out his panoramic binoculars, which allowed him to see more clearly, but he couldn't hear their voices.

"What else could it be—"

Owen shrugged. "It's nothing more than inviting Sirius to join the Ministry of Magic. As a tragic hero of the post-war era, he's now highly regarded among the general public in the wizarding world. If he could become an employee of the Ministry of Magic, an Auror, it would be in the Ministry's best interest."

Not to mention, the Black family, as the oldest pure-blood wizarding family, has a very strong network of connections and wealth.

"Hmph! That Barty Crach still hasn't stepped down!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed, her face showing clear disgust.

The riots sparked by the suspension of the Unforgivables Act had a profound impact on this witch who stood among the common people.

Countless civilian deaths are caused by the privileged class.

She became even angrier after Irving explained in a joking tone why Barty Crouch had done it.

Because this is typical politician behavior.

It is not fundamentally different from what a cabinet secretary did—using the army to suppress workers' demonstrations—to do what a certain man who calls himself God and calls me God did.

Because they are protecting the interests of the higher-ups.

"If nothing unexpected happens, he'll probably stay in this position for a long time," Irving said calmly.

"I don't understand!" Hermione exclaimed. "He should be held responsible for the wizards who died in the riots!"

What right does he have to sit in that position?

(End of this chapter)