Vol 2 Chapter 602: Secrets in the Hogwarts kitchen

"Exercise!" shouted angrily. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, comment on your master!"
"They are not my masters, sparkling!" Dobby said with dissatisfaction. "Dobby doesn't care what they think anymore!"
"Oh, you are such a bad elf, more than!" Screaming and whispering, tears rolled down again along the cheeks. "My poor Mr. Crouch, what if he doesn't have a sparkle? He needs I, he needs my help! I took care of Mr. Crouch's family from my life. Before me, it was my mother. Before her, it was my grandmother. If I knew that the sparks were released, what would they say? Oh, shame, it’s a shame!"
She buried her face in the skirt and burst into tears.
"Sparkling!" Hermione looked at her crying cry, and said firmly, "I can be sure that Mr. Crouch is still very good without you. You know, we have seen him."
"Have you seen my master?" I asked with a sigh of breath, lifting the tear-stained face from the skirt and staring at Hermione. "You are here, seeing him at Hogwarts?"
"Yes!" said Hermione. "He and Mr. Bagman are the referees of the top three."

Mr. Bagman also came?
asked the shivering voice, suddenly becoming angry again.
Mr. Bagman is a bad wizard! A very bad and bad wizard! My master doesn’t like him, oh, I don’t like it at all!"
"Bagman, bad wizard?" Hermione asked with a squint, this is really an interesting piece of information.
In fact, with Crouch's character, I am afraid it is difficult for someone to get a high rating from him.
In his eyes, as long as the character is not rigorous, it is not a good person to be with the black magic or the black wizard.
"Yes!" Glittering, angry and nodded. "The master told me something shiny! But I can't say it, I want to keep my secret for my master."
She was once again in tears, they could hear her burying her face in the skirt and crying.
"Poor master, poor master, no more sparkling help for him!"
Although it didn't work, Hermione was still trying to persuade her not to be so sad, don't worry about Mr. Crouch.
Evan knows that sparkling fear is actually necessary, and the things she is worried about have actually happened.
With the help of Voldemort and the vampire, Little Batty Crouch has broken free.
Being a father's look into Hogwarts is planning a terrible conspiracy, and Batty Crouch himself is still alive and dead.
Ai Wen thinks he may not have died yet. Considering Crouch's status and knowing the secrets of the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort should not kill him casually, and Little Batty Crouch needs to use his body. Make a compound decoction.
Crouch should now be locked up like Moody's, where he is weak and weak.
For Crouch, who values ​​reputation and power, when the truth is revealed to the public, it may be more uncomfortable than killing him directly.
Ai Wen did not continue to listen to Hermione's persuasion, he let Dobby take a turn in the kitchen with himself.
Dobby was very excited, and while he led Ai Wen, he was joking and talking nonstop.
Tell him how he lived as a free elf and how he plans to spend his money.
"More than the next step is to buy a pullover, Master Ai Wen!" He said happily, "They want to buy too many clothes, you have to plan well."
"I have a lot of small clothes that I can't wear, I can give them to you!" Ai Wen said absently. "You won't mind, I think narrowing them down will be very suitable for your body."
"Oh, Master Ai Wen, you are really." Dobby was moved and looked very happy.
"Well, you know where those clothes are, you can take them yourself!" Ai Wen said quickly.
His gaze fell on Dobby, and then he turned to the blue-black thick iron gate that was locked behind him.
This is already the edge of the kitchen. According to the old drawings that Aiwen found, this is not the end.
He is not sure, after all, the overall pattern change is too big.
But since there is a door, then the secret or clues may be behind this iron gate, he has to go in and see.
"Dobby, what is it inside?" Ai Wen asked. "Can we go in?!"
"There is a cold storage, Master Ai Wen!" Dobby said, "Of course you can go in, but it is a bit cold."
He ran over and opened the iron gate, and the cold air came in, and Ai Wen couldn't help but hit a beggar.
The temperature inside the cold storage is very low, and there is no light in the darkness. It is like a giant beast that chooses people to open.
"There is a lot of space inside, Master Ai Wen!" Dobby said with a chill, staring at the front with fear. "More than listening to other elves, this cold storage has been hundreds of years old and older than everyone else." We are just using a small part outside, and the elves are afraid of it and dare not go deep into it."
Ai Wen nodded, a place where no one had been in for hundreds of years, it is really necessary to go in and check it out.
He took the live map out of his arms, and on the map, it was already on the edge of the kitchen.
It seems that Harry's father and Sirius did not enter here at the time and did not draw this part on the map.
Thinking about the drawings I found, there should be a lot of space behind this. What secrets are hidden inside? !
This cold storage refrigeration principle is also suspicion, since it has been used for hundreds of years, there may be a powerful magic in it.
Evan can feel the faint magic filled in the air, but not the magic he is familiar with.
"Fluorescent flashing!" he whispered, closing the map.
Ai Wen led the trembles and walked into the dark cold storage, and the light of the wand dispelled the darkness around him.
In front of them is a small room that can be seen at a glance, with a row of iron shelves.
There is a variety of food on the shelves, which is the part of the house elves that are often used.
"Master Ai Wen, there is a door behind the shelf, you can lead to the inside!" Dobby said.
He pointed to a shelf full of potatoes and it seemed that he had figured what Elvin was going to do.
Ai Wen nodded and gently raised his wand. All the potatoes and heavy shelves flew into the air and landed somewhere else.
Behind that, there is a loose blue brick wall.
It may be that the house elves do their own work, and the work is too rough. (To be continued.)