House-elf in the Top-Floor Box

Professor McGonagall and her colleagues certainly wouldn't take the students' things for free, even if Kyle and the others repeatedly said it was no problem.

And probably wanting to support their students, in the end, almost every one of the three professors bought twenty Galleon worth of goods. If they hadn't been so overwhelmed, they would have even wanted to buy more, mainly indulging in a kind of wild consumption.

Whether I need it or not, I'll buy it first.

After bidding farewell to the three professors, the group continued on their way and came across a tent with a garden and corner towers, which looked like a small palace.

"That's really extravagant..." Fred couldn't help but exclaim.

"This is probably the biggest tent in the camp."

However, there were no markings on the tent, and they couldn't tell whose it was.

As the afternoon passed, a feeling of excitement spread across the campsite like a tangible cloud.

As dusk falls, more and more vendors begin to appear, Apparition to the most crowded places to sell their goods.

Fortunately, by this time, Kyle and his group had already packed up the car and headed towards the Weasley family's camp.

They had sold out of almost everything, except for a few fireworks and flags, which they decided to keep for themselves.

The three of them made their way through the bustling crowd and returned to their tent.

Mr. Weasley had already put on all the items he had bought earlier and was holding a flag. The others were also wearing different things, making it easy to tell which team they supported.

"Thank goodness, I was just about to look for you guys," Mr. Weasley said, looking at Fred and George. "The game is about to start, so stop running around."

As they were speaking, a deep, resonant gong sounded from somewhere in the distance of the woods.

Thousands of red and green lanterns shone brightly on the trees, illuminating the path leading to the stadium.

"It's time to go in!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly. "Hurry up, let's go!"

He led the way, and everyone hurried into the woods through the lantern-lit path. They could hear thousands of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and singing intermittently... Everyone was excited.

About twenty minutes later, they left the woods and arrived in front of a huge stadium.

The place was so vast that you couldn't see the end of it. Kyle could only see a part of the magnificent golden walls surrounding the arena. It felt like it could fit ten Hogwarts Castle in one.

"It can hold 100,000 spectators," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, leading the group to the nearest entrance. "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been working on it for a whole year."

A large group of shouting wizards surrounded the entrance, and it took them ten minutes to finally get their turn.

"First class tickets," said the Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance, glancing at their tickets. "Top tier box. Keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."

"Thank you, Ovi."

Mr. Weasley said, leading everyone up the magenta-carpeted stairs, "Stay close, don't fall behind, Bill, you're at the very back."

"Okay, Dad," Bill said.

They climbed upwards, as if they were traversing Stoatshead Hill all over again, until they finally reached the very top.

There were three boxes in total. Mr. Weasley looked them over and went into the one in the middle.

Inside, there were about twenty purple-gilded chairs arranged in two rows, facing the golden goalposts.

They walked to the front railing, from which they could overlook the entire stadium.

The most eye-catching thing was a huge whiteboard in the audience area, with golden words constantly flashing on it.

Cornflower: Broomstick suitable for the whole family... Gladrags Wizardwear, London, Paris, Hogsmeade...

"Oh, one day, we'll see ads for our Weasleys' Joke Shop here too..." Fred couldn't help but say.

"Advertising here would cost at least several thousand Galleon," Kyle said, "Maybe tens of thousands..."

"So expensive?" George was speechless.

Mr. Weasley chuckled and said, "Don't forget, this is the most exciting event in the Wizarding World. You won't see so many wizards all at once anywhere else."

George pursed his lips and said to Fred, "I think everyone's here to watch Quidditch, so nobody's going to notice the ads."

"That's right." Fred nodded seriously. "I think a little publicity in Hogsmeade will suffice..."

Then everyone looked away.

Fred noticed that Kyle wasn't looking outside, but was staring intently at one spot.

"What are you looking at?"

He followed Kyle's gaze and noticed a House-elf sitting in the second-to-last seat of the second row.

Fred initially thought it was Kreacher, brought by Kanna, who Apparition in, but he quickly realized that Kreacher was much older than the House-elf in front of him.

"Dobby?" Harry saw the House-elf too and called out instinctively.

"Did you just call me Dobby, sir?" the House-elf asked curiously, looking up. His voice was shrill, a slightly trembling, piercing sound.

"I'm sorry." Harry realized he had mistaken the elf for someone else. "I thought you were an House-elf I used to know."

"But I know Dobby too, sir," the House-elf shrieked.

At that moment, the door to the private room opened again, and two Auror walked in.

"Oh, Kingsley, Boff ..." Mr. Weasley strode over. "Are you watching the game here too?"

"No, Arthur, we can't watch the game." One of the Auror shook his head. "We just came to say hello. How lucky we are! Not only do we not have to work, but we also got such good tickets."

"Thanks to Ludo," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

Kyle looked at the two Auror, pondered for a moment, and then quietly walked over to the House-elf.

The House-elf was still talking to Harry about Dobby when she noticed that Kyle had already moved over and seemed to want to sit in that spot.

"No, this seat was Winky for Master by Shining..."

Amidst screams, Kyle sat down.

The screams grew louder, as if they were about to pierce eardrums.

The commotion instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Mr. Weasley turned around and said, "Kyle, you're in the wrong seat. Our seats are in the first row."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Kyle stood up and walked naturally past the House-elf named Winky, but because the aisle was narrow, he accidentally kicked the leg of a chair on the other side as he walked past.

The chair was kicked far away, wobbling precariously and almost tipping over.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Kyle reached out, grabbed the chair, rearranged it, and patted it on as he did so.

Winky glared at him angrily, her eyes wide open like two saucers filled with chili peppers.

However, apart from her, no one else paid any attention to this little incident. The two Auror exchanged a few more words with Mr. Weasley and then left quickly.

Kanna did ask Kyle if his foot was alright.

"It's okay." Kyle shook his head.

He then glanced at the House-elf Winky again before walking to his seat in the front row.