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Twinkle's idea represented the vast majority of house-elves. After all, there were only a few otherworldlings like Dobby.
Long-term oppression had led them to form this wrong and deformed idea.
Home-elves were the slaves of wizards, and the most terrible thing was that they were willing to do it.
Elwyn knew this, but the others did not.
Hearing Twinkle's words, Harry asked blankly, "What's wrong with that? Shouldn't Dobby get paid?"
Twinkle seemed to be frightened by this idea. She closed her fingers so that her face was half blocked again.
"Home-elves don't get paid for their work, sir!" She shrieked from behind her fingers. `It is the worst, the worst, the worst. It is a disgrace to us. '
Hearing her words, Hermione raised her eyebrows.
Elwyn knew that this was a sign that she was not happy with something and was ready to express her opinion.
Sure enough, she turned her eyes to Elwyn in the next second, with a questioning look on her face.
"I paid Dobby, and there's a holiday!" Elwyn whispered. "Four gold coins and a day off every month."
"That's all!" Hermione's frown deepened. "I didn't know you were using Dobby in such a cheap way …"
Elwyn wanted to give Dobby more gold coins and holidays, but the house-elf did not accept it at all.
Think about it, every time he asked him to talk less or care a little, he would hug his thigh and cry.
Over time, Elwyn stopped looking for trouble.
For a house-elf, more work meant more happiness!
But Hermione obviously did not think so. From her expression, it seemed that she thought that Elwyn was exploiting cheap labor.
She knew Dobby's job. He was a full-time servant of Elwyn, available 24 hours a day.
With such a heavy workload, he could only get one gold coin a week. What was the difference between him and a slave?!
Over there, the conversation between Harry and Flash continued.
"There's nothing wrong with getting paid. Dobby should have some fun too," said Harry.
"Raising a house elf shouldn't be fun, Harry Potter!" She seemed to be angry and directly called Harry by his full name. "The house-elf is completely obedient to my master's orders. I have a fear of heights, but my master sent me to the private room on the top floor, so here I am, Harry Potter!"
She glanced at the edge of the booth and sucked in a cold breath.
"He knows that you have a fear of heights. Why did he send you here?" Harry frowned in dissatisfaction.
"Master, Master wanted me to reserve a seat for him. Harry Potter, he's too busy." Twinkle turned her head and looked at the empty seat next to her. "Twinkle really wants her to go back to her master's tent, Harry Potter, but Twinkle obeys orders. Unlike Dobby, Twinkle is a very good house-elf. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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She looked at the edge of the booth in fear again and quickly covered her eyes completely.
There was a moment of silence. Everyone looked at each other. Only Hermione was frowning and thinking about something.
"These house-elves are weird, aren't they?" Ron whispered.
"Dobby is even weirder than her!" Harry agreed.
"They just think too simply, but they're not bad in nature." Elwyn said, glancing at Hermione uneasily. "House-Elves have their own ways of living and customs. We shouldn't interpret these things from a superior point of view, or even try to intervene."
He didn't know if Hermione had listened to him. He hoped that she wouldn't come up with something like saving the house-elves.
But Elwyn thought again. If Hermione didn't do that, she wouldn't be Hermione!
This was one of Hermione's characteristics, and it was also her loveliness.
Some things were destined, and no matter what, it couldn't be changed.
Elwyn thought about it, and no longer cared about Hermione. It was better to do things that were within his control.
He quietly pulled out his wand and aimed it at the empty space next to Flash, and a subtle magic quietly fell there.
This was a tracking spell that could allow Elwyn to grasp the current position within a certain range.
Lord Voldemort and the vampires could rescue Barty Crouch Jr., but they couldn't make too much of a scene.
Something as crazy as the Centaur Ruins couldn't happen here at the World Cup.
Elwyn suddenly remembered that every time he saw an evil god descend, it was because the sacrifice's flesh and blood was not enough to keep up with the speed of its huge body's expansion. In the end, its body began to collapse and cracks appeared.
The evil god's expansion seemed to have no limit. If it had the flesh and blood of a hundred thousand people, what would it become?!
Probably the whole of England would be covered by it, extending all the way out of the atmosphere.
These monsters were really terrifying.
Soon, everyone's attention shifted from Flash to the Quidditch field.
Ron took out his panoramic telescope and began to adjust it. He looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.
"This is great!" He fiddled with the replay knob on the side of the telescope, "I can let the old guy over there pick his nose again, and again, and again."
"Hermione just said that there will be a mascot performance before the game. I want to know what it will be?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh, that will always be worth watching." Mr. Weasley said, "The decision will leave a deep impression on you."
"This is the tradition of the World Cup. Each national team will bring some strange animals from their country to perform here." Sirius said to Harry, "They are all very rare things. One year they brought more than thirty phoenixes."
Dumbledore had a phoenix "Fawkes". It was a kind of magical animal with golden feathers and strong magic.
Phoenixes were very rare. They originated from Egypt, India and China. Phoenixes in different places would have slight differences.
But overall, they were all very ornamental. It was hard to imagine what it would be like to have more than thirty phoenixes flying around the field.
In the next half an hour, the box they were in was gradually filled with people.
Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people. Those people were obviously great wizards with high status.
Sirius mostly sneered. He sat in the corner and whispered to Elwyn about the past of these wizards.
In front of them, Percy hurriedly stood up again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine full of thorns.
When the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.
He was so embarrassed that he hurriedly repaired the glasses with his wand and then sat in his seat.
When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.
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