v5 Chapter 46： Crouch, are you interrogating me? !

Although the first game will not be played until tomorrow night, there are still many other things worth visiting at the Quidditch World Cup site.

Such as the mascots of various countries.

However, William and Hermione had no intention of hanging out at all.

Instead, he hid in the room and discussed the problem of making potions for Bertha.

Seeing this situation, Neville was immediately stunned.

You said it was good to have fun, but you two secretly started making up lessons behind your back?

Is this the happy summer vacation life of Xueba?

Neville hesitated.

Go out and play, you will feel a sense of guilt. The academic bully next door is better than you, and he works harder than you... Are you embarrassed to go out and play?

Don't go, this is obviously the summer vacation, or the World Cup scene. The opportunity to study here every four years?

Most importantly, as soon as Neville touched the book to study, his brain started to hurt.

It's an old problem. When he started the first grade, he suddenly suffered from this terminal illness. His grandmother traveled all over the mountains and visited famous doctors, but she was not cured.

Other subjects are still acceptable, but this potions... Every time I look at the cover of the textbook, Neville seems to be under the Imperius Curse.

The humming of Professor Snape all over his ears, there is an illusion that the professor's voice is still there and the smile is always on...

Professor Snape's lethality is so terrifying!

Alas, it was time to go out and play, and kick the shadow of Professor Snape out of his mind.

But Neville was instantly refreshed as William pulled out the gillsweed... a series of Mediterranean-inspired herbs.

If you say this, then I won't be sleepy!

Neville's Herbology, the best of all his subjects.

Even Professor Sprout was full of praise, thinking that the biggest mistake of the Sorting Hat was to assign a herbal genius to a place like Gryffindor.

In her opinion, the stupid lions are a group of ADHD patients, unable to bear the patience to cultivate precious herbs.

Atmosphere is important,

So Neville should come to Hufflepuff!

This statement is debatable, at least McGonagall will not agree. But seeing those herbs, Neville was really refreshed.

The waist is no longer sore, the legs are no longer sore, and the study is also full of energy.

He borrowed some herbs and immediately went back to his room to study.

With this thing, who still watches the game!

At Christmas, Professor Sprout gave a devil's net as a gift.

He just played with it all night and developed a dozen new usages.

With gills, it's not going to go to heaven!

William and Hermione discussed the plan all afternoon, and it was not until evening that the brewing steps were designed.

They didn't wait for Nico and the others, and they didn't wait for the three little ones... Instead, they waited for a house elf.

It was an oddly small guy, with a tea towel around his body for wiping the tea set, like a loose robe.

"Mr. Crouch invited us both?" William took a sip of tea and moistened his dry throat.

He glanced at it and handed the letter to Hermione again.

Crouch's letter was very formal. In his capacity as director of the International Cooperation and Exchange Department, he invited the two to meet.

They also sent house-elves, which made it difficult for William to refuse.

The reason William didn't want to go is very simple. The Goblet of Fire cannot be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for the time being.

He hasn't checked Nico yet.

Besides, William was completely uneasy about putting this kind of thing on someone else's.

"Yes, Mr. Stark." The little guy raised his head, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes.

"The master has explained that the two of you must go there. He has important matters to discuss."

The house-elf named Twinkle bowed deeply, and the expression on her face seemed to be in awe of the two of them.

William frowned... important thing? Doesn't sound like Triwizard and Goblet of Fire.

"Then let's go, Hermione."

He nodded, and Hermione followed.

In the evening, the campers on the venue were already busy.

There were people coming and going around, many people were cooking and cooking, and there were long queues to fetch water.

Obviously a magic solution is easy, but these people come to experience Muggle life.

Passing by a pyramid tent, a boy of about five years old was squatting outside the big tent.

With his wand in hand, he happily poked the tent.

This is obviously stealing from the parents.

Then, the tent was suddenly set on fire, the flames spread, and two young witches without clothes ran out of it.

William's eyes narrowed. This kind of kid should be... sent to college.

So smart.

He also wanted to step up to help at close range, but Hermione glared at him, so he quickly turned his eyes away.

After walking for a while, there were two little wizards, only seven or eight years old, flying low on two toy brooms.

Then they crashed into Malfoy's newly erected tent. With a bang, the tent collapsed again.

Malfoy was looking for his favorite peacock. With Goyle's reminder, he turned his head and found that his tent had collapsed again.

He was furious, and was trying to teach these two bear children a lesson, but out of nowhere appeared more than a dozen black men, each more than two meters tall.

They skillfully lay beside the tent, saying that they had been smashed, and touched Malfoy.

"Winky, do you know any house-elves who don't have jobs?"

On the way, Hermione began to work hard to improve the working environment of house-elves again.

"No, all the elves I know were hired by your store." Winky said sharply.

"You know us?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, I know Dobby, Miss Granger! Dobby talks about the two of you all day long, about the courier store, about how many orders he makes and how much money he makes."

"Really?" Hermione laughed. "It sounds like he's happy."

"Dobby is very happy, but..." Winky shook her head and said, "Miss, if you're disrespectful to you, I'm afraid it won't do him any good if you do this."

"Why?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Is something wrong?"

"Dobby was thinking about making money all day long," Winky said sadly, "thinking about taking that money and buying herself clothes.

If he does this, he will not find a job in the future, miss. "

"However, it has found a job." Hermione said seriously. "We gave him one."

"That's because you are kind and pity it, but sooner or later you won't be able to pay it, and it will end up on the streets again without a job," Wink said.

"As long as Dobby works, he can create value, we'll make more money, and we won't be able to support him," Hermione said.

William shrugged.

Hermione and a magical house-elf, talking about "labor", "value", "surplus value"... Can she understand?

Wink clearly believes that their labor has no value, and that William and Hermione are giving away money for nothing.

Soon, they came to a gray tent. The tent, strictly following the rules, had almost no decoration and looked exactly like a Muggle tent.

After entering the tent, there is a very spacious room with a desk in the middle.

Crouch is working on documents.

He stood up and motioned for the two to sit down on the sofa.

At this moment, Winky brought in the refreshment and placed it on the table by the fireplace.

"It was an honor to meet you both," Crouch said.

"Thank you very much for hosting us, too," William said.

"Mr. Stark, I invited you here today because there is an important thing I want to talk to you about."

"If it's about the Goblet of Fire..." William said softly, "Mr. Crouch, the cup is in Dumbledore's place now, and it is estimated that he will have to wait for him to come back."

"Not that..." Crouch hesitated, then said, "I want to talk to you about... Bertha."

Hermione raised her eyebrows curiously, her eyes widened. "Bertha?"

"Yes." Crouch's eyes suddenly became severe.

"You are the first to discover Bertha. I want to know... You are obviously in Venice, why did you suddenly go to Albania?"

William was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

"Mr. Crouch, may I think... are you interrogating us both?"

"Where are we going, do we need to report to you... the Director of the International Exchange Department?"

"Where are you going, you really don't need to report to me, but..." Crouch picked out a piece of paper from a pile of documents.

"This is a letter from the Director of the Albanian International Exchange Department, to me.

He said...you two smuggled into Albania illegally and are also suspected of burning down a large forest.

Moreover, not far from the Prancing Horse Hotel, many wizards died.

This has escalated to a diplomatic crisis, and it's about me. I also have the right to investigate. "

William just glanced and said disdainfully, "Is there any evidence?"

"Many Aurors have witnessed you..."

"Mr. Crouch!" William interrupted bluntly, "I thought you would be smarter.

That kind of witness, as much as you want, I can find it for you. "

"And, I also have evidence that we didn't go to Albania at all."

"What evidence?" Crouch raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Hevin, the Italian Minister of Magic, who can testify for us, after leaving Italy, we went directly to France.

The head of the Legal Enforcement Department of the French Ministry of Magic can also prove to us that Hermione and I went directly to Paris using the door key, and then stayed at his house.

The testimony of these two men...is more... than your so-called Albanian Auror... "

"Sir, we didn't go to Albania at all, it was a French wizard who discovered Bertha and sent it to France.

We took her back to England by the way!

The whole thing is like this There is no such thing as smuggling and nothing destroying the forest!

We... are innocent! "

Crouch leaned back, looking deeply at William.

He was silent.

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(Ask for recommendation votes, everyone.

Crying and chirping.

Exam in the morning. It was uncomfortable. The teacher thought that he passed 60. During the exam, he chatted with another teacher, only to find out that he passed 75, but he passed the question as 60, and it will be difficult later!

No, now strangling his heart has it.

Thanks for the reward from the "Pure Sad Wind" boss. )