Tris watched the House-elf hurry past and scratched his head in puzzlement.
There were plenty of wizarding families at the campsite, and plenty of House-elves too. He had seen quite a few on his previous visits, but this was the first time he had seen one in such a hurry.
The House-elf kept looking around, apparently searching for something, with panic written all over its face.
"Hey, you there! What's happened?" Tris called out to the House-elf.
"Ah..." House-elves generally had to respond when a wizard called them, even if that wizard wasn't their master. This one was no exception. It stopped instinctively and turned toward Tris. "Sir, were you speaking to me?"
"Yes. You look like you're in a real hurry. Did something happen?" Tris asked again.
"N-no..." A flicker of panic crossed the House-elf's eyes, but it shook its head firmly. "I'm just, just carrying out my master's orders. If you don't need anything, sir, I must get back to work."
Since the House-elf was unwilling to talk, Tris let the matter drop. He wasn't particularly fond of poking his nose into other people's business, especially when he wasn't exactly free himself.
Much to Tris's frustration, he still hadn't found any decent leads by the time the match was about to start. He had no choice but to return to the Black tent and get ready to head into the stadium.
Since he was here anyway, he certainly wasn't going to miss the spectacle.
Well, Tris would never admit that he actually wanted to see what Veela looked like. The films had left out everything involving them, and he had only learned about this part while watching videos in his previous life.
After coming to the wizarding world, he had also read descriptions of Veela in a few