When they entered the Gryffindor common room that evening, there was another burst of cheers and clamor. The tables and chairs were piled with a small mountain of cake, there were jugs of pumpkin juice, and to Bangs 'annoyance, there was also a lot of butterbeer. Fred had set off some flares, and the air was filled with stars and sparks. Dean 8226, who was good at painting; Thomas had put up several striking new banners, most of them depicting Harry flying on the Firebolt, though a few showed Bunce mysteriously flying through the dragon.
"Gosh, they're heavy," said George, weighing Bunce's and Harry's eggs in his hand."Open them up! Let's see what's inside."
"They're supposed to solve the clues themselves," said Hermione hastily."It's the tournament rules."
"I should have figured out how to cross the fire dragon myself.”Harry muttered, but only a few people heard him. Hermione grinned guiltily.
"Well, come on, open them up!”A few people responded.
"Don't regret it, Harry," Bunce whispered to Harry.
"Regret what?" asked Harry.
"Come on, Harry, what are you hesitating for?”George urged.
Harry hesitated, but he picked up his egg and opened it.
It was empty, there was nothing inside-but the moment Harry opened it, a terrible, piercing scream filled the room.
"Close it!" roared Fred, his hands over his ears.
Harry slammed the egg shut. "What's that?" Seamus Finnigan asked, staring at the egg. You might have to pass by a female ghost next time!”
"It seems like someone is being tortured!”said Neville, who was so pale that he spilled sausages all over the floor.”
"Don't be silly, Neville, it's illegal," said George."They can't put the Cruciatus Curse on champions. I think it sounds a bit like Percy singing. We've got them in these boxes."
There were only ten skrewts left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other had not been completely eradicated. Each of them was now nearly six feet long. Their thick gray protective cover, their powerful, flailing legs, their flame-spewing tails, their spikes and suckers, all added together, made the skrewts the most disgusting thing Bangs had ever seen. They were all staring listlessly at the large trunks Hagrid had brought out, all of them covered with pillows and fluffy blankets.
"We'll lead them inside," said Hagrid,"then close the lid and see what happens.”
It turned out that the skrewts didn't hibernate and didn't like being stuffed into pillow-covered boxes and covered. Soon Hagrid was shouting,"Easy, easy!”the skrewts were rampaging through the pumpkin patch, which was now littered with smoking pieces of boxes. Most of the Slytherins-Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in the lead-had escaped into Hagrid's cabin through the back door and shut themselves inside. Bunce, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a few others stayed outside to help Hagrid. Bunce had intended to stun them, but Hagrid wouldn't allow it. So they had to pay the price to subdue the skrewts, and they were burned and scratched in many places. In the end, there was only one Blast-Ended Skrewts left.
"I've lost faith, Hagrid.”Bangs looked at his burnt robe and said with heartache.
"Hey, don't hurt it!" said Hagrid quickly, as Bunce pulled out his wand and pointed it at the skrewts.
"Let Bance finish quickly!”yelled Ron.
"Good, good, good. It does look fun.”
Rita Skeeter was leaning against the fence in Hagrid's vegetable garden, watching the farce. She was wearing a thick, burgundy robe with a purple fur collar, and a crocodile-skin handbag hung from her arm.
Hagrid threw himself over the skrewts and subdued them. A ball of flames shot out from behind its tail, burning the pumpkin seedlings beside it.
"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita 8226. Skeeter, meanwhile, fastened a noose around the spines of the skrewts.
"I'm Rita Skeeter, from the Daily Prophet.”said Rita, grinning at Hagrid, her golden teeth flashing.
"I thought Dumbledore said you weren't allowed to go back to school.”said Hagrid, frowning slightly, as he rolled over from the skrewts, which were now a little out of shape, and dragged them toward their companions.
Rita pretended not to hear Hagrid.
"What are these fascinating creatures called?”she asked, her smile widening.
"Blast-Ended Skrewts," said Hagrid gruffly.
"Really?" said Rita, looking very interested. Where did they come from?"
"Nice weather today, isn't it, Harry?”said Bunce, prodding Harry in the waist.
"What is it? Oh, yes, it's very good." Harry stammered.
"Ah, there you are, Harry!”said Rita Skeeter, looking around."Did you like it, Harry?”
"Yes, I like it very much." said Harry firmly, and Hagrid was smiling at him.
"That's great," said Rita."That's great. Have you been teaching for long?" she asked Hagrid again.
"I just started teaching for the second year." said Hagrid.
"That's great. I wonder if you're willing to accept an interview? Why don't you share your experience in protecting magical creatures with the readers? The Prophet has a zoology column every Wednesday, as I'm sure you know. We can introduce these--the rattle-tailed wolves.”
"Blast-Ended Skrewts," said Hagrid eagerly.”
At this moment, the bell in the castle rang. The lesson was over.
"Well, goodbye, Harry!" When Bones and the others left, Rita 8226; cried Skeeter happily."Then it's settled, Hagrid, see you at the Three Broomsticks on Friday!”
"She'll twist anything Hagrid says.”Bance said.
"I hope Hagrid hasn't illegally imported those skrewts and all.”said Hermione anxiously.
"Hagrid's been in a lot of trouble before, Dumbledore hasn't expelled him," said Ron reassuringly."Worst case scenario, Hagrid'll have to get rid of the skrewts. I'm sorry."
She stared sharply at Harry, who let out a large, undisguised yawn.
"She's done this trick almost a hundred times, and it's a bit scary if it's not like this.”said Harry, now that they were finally outside the classroom and breathing fresh air again."But if I dropped dead every time she said I was going to die, I'd be a medical miracle.”
"You'll probably become a super-condensed ghost," said Ron, chuckling."At least we don't have homework. I want Hermione to get a bunch of homework back from Professor Victor, I love it when we're free while she's doing her homework."
But Hermione was not at dinner.
"Where do you think she went? Should we go to the library to look for her?”asked Harry.
"Wait for her in the common room, she's not in the library.”Bance said.
So they went to the common room, sat down in comfortable chairs, and waited.
A moment later, Hermione appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"Harry!" she panted."Come here, Harry, you've got to come, the strangest thing's happened-please, come-"
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"You'll see when we get there-oh, come on, hurry up-" Hermione urged.
"It's just Dobby and Winky in the kitchen, what's all the fuss about?”Bangs said, following their trotting pace.
"So, Hermione, what do you want to do with our kitchen?”said Harry.
"You're trying to persuade us to join your 'vomit' trick again?”asked Ron.
"No, no, I didn't!" said Hermione anxiously."And it wasn't 'vomit!' Ron-"
"Why? Did you change your name?" said Ron, frowning. The House-Elf Liberation Front? I'm not going to break into the kitchen and tell them to stop working, I'm not going to-"
"I didn't ask you to do this!”said Hermione impatiently."I was just here, I talked to them, I wanted to show Harry Dobby and Winky!”
"Alright then." said Harry.
They found themselves in a wide stone corridor, brightly lit by torches and decorated with delightful pictures, mainly of food.
Hermione was standing in front of a picture of a large fruit bowl. She stretched out her index finger and gently scratched the big green pear. The pear squirmed and giggled. Suddenly, it turned into a huge green doorknob. Hermione seized it, pulled the door open, and shoved Harry inside.
Bunce entered just in time to see Dobby hugging Harry excitedly, squealing,"Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"
"Easy, D-Dobby," Harry panted.
"Dobby's been hoping and hoping to see Harry; Potter, sir, turned out to be Harry; Mr. Potter came to see him himself." squeaked Dobby.
Dobby let go and stepped back, looking up at Harry with a smile, his large green ping-pong eyes brimming with tears of joy. He looked exactly the same as Bangs remembered. The pencil nose, the bat-like ears, the long fingers and feet-nothing had changed except the clothes.
Dobby had worn the same dirty old pillowcase all year round when he had worked for the Malfoys. Now, he was dressed in the strangest combination Bangs had ever seen: He was dressed far worse than the wizards at the World Cup. He was wearing a teapot warmer on his head with a bunch of colorful badges pinned to it. There was a horseshoe-patterned tie on his chest, a pair of children's football shorts, and two mismatched socks on his feet.
There were at least a hundred elves standing in the kitchen, all grinning, bowing, and curtsying as Dobby led Bunce and the others past. They were all wearing the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest. Like Winky, they had wrapped their tea towels around themselves like robes.
Dobby stopped in front of the brick fireplace and said,"Winky, look, sir!"
Winky was sitting on a stool by the fire. Unlike Dobby, she didn't look like she could just pick up clothes and wear them. She was wearing a neat little skirt and jacket, and a matching blue hat with two holes on it, revealing her two big ears. However, Dobby's oddly assembled clothes were spotless and brand new, while Winky was clearly unconcerned about her own clothes. Her blouse was splattered with soup and a spot on her skirt was singed.
"Dobby, can I have a cup of hot chocolate?”asked Bangs.
"No problem, sir, Harry; Would Potter like a cup of tea?" squeaked Dobby.
"All-all right," said Harry.
At once, six house-elves were hurrying up behind them, carrying a large silver tray on which lay a teapot, a cup of hot chocolate, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's cups, a jug of milk, and a large plate of biscuits.
"It's so sumptuous!" said Ron excitedly. Hermione frowned, but the house-elves all looked pleased. They bowed low and retreated.
"How long have you been here?" Harry asked as Dobby handed him his tea.
"Just a week, Harry; Potter, sir!" said Dobby brightly."Dobby to see Mr. Dumbledore, sir. You know, sir, it's very hard for a house-elf who's been fired to get a new job, sir, very, very hard-"
Winky began to cry at this.
"Dobby's been wandering around for two years, sir, looking for a job!”squeaked Dobby."But Dobby hasn't found a job, sir, because Dobby wants wages now!”
The house-elves in the kitchen, who had been watching them with great interest, looked away when they heard what they were saying, as though Dobby had said something rude and embarrassing. But Hermione said,"Well done, Dobby!”
"Thank you, Miss!" said Dobby, grinning widely at Hermione."But most wizards wouldn't want a house-elf on pay, miss.‘That was not the quality of a house-elf.'they said, and slammed the door on Dobby! Dobby liked to work, but he wanted to get dressed and get paid, Harry; Potter, sir, Dobby likes freedom, miss, but he doesn't want too much freedom, he prefers work!”
"And you, Winky, how much does Professor Dumbledore pay you?”said Hermione kindly.
Winky had stopped crying and was now glaring at Hermione with her enormous brown eyes."Winky's a house-elf who's been kicked out, but Winky's not paid yet!”she squeaked."Winky hasn't fallen that far! Winky is ashamed of her freedom!"
"Ashamed?" said Hermione blankly."But-Winky, listen! Mr. Crouch should be ashamed, not you! You didn't do anything wrong, he was too cruel to you-"
But Winky put her hands over the holes in his hat, squashing her ears, and then screamed,"Don't you dare insult my master, miss! Don't you dare insult my Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch is a good wizard, miss! Mr. Crouch was right to dismiss Bad Winky!”
"Winky's not adjusting, Harry;"Potter," squeaked Dobby,"Winky has forgotten that she's done with Mr. Crouch. She can say whatever she wants now, but she can't.”
Next, Dobby was happily talking to them about how he lived as a free elf, and how he planned to spend his wages.
"Dobby's going to buy a hoodie next, Harry; Potter!" He pointed at her chest and said happily.
"I'll tell you what, Dobby," said Ron, who seemed to take a great liking to Dobby."I'm going to give you the sweater my mother made me this Christmas. I get one from her every year. You don't hate dark purple, do you?"
Dobby was overjoyed.
"We'll have to make it smaller to fit you," Ron told him."It'll go well with your tea cosy."”
As they were about to leave, many of the elves gathered around them, offering them refreshments to take upstairs. Hermione refused to take it, looking pained as she watched the elves bow and curtsy. Bunce, Harry, and Ron all stuffed their pockets with chocolate cakes and biscuits.
"Thank you so much!" Bance said.
"Harry Potter. Can Dobby visit you sometimes, sir?”asked Dobby tentatively.
"Of course you can." said Harry, and Dobby beamed.
"Do you know?" said Ron, as they left the kitchen and headed up the stairs to the entrance hall."I've been thinking Fred and George were great all these years, and Grandma's been feeling like stealing food out of the kitchen-it's not that hard, is it? The elves were so enthusiastic about stuffing food into your mouth!”
"I like Dobby, he's funny.”Bangs said while eating a chocolate waffle.
"Indeed." said Ron vaguely, taking a bite of his cream cake.
"Winky's condition is worrying.”said Harry, picking up the pumpkin pie.
"Oh, she'll be all right," said Hermione hesitantly."When this shock is over and she's used to life at Hogwarts, she'll see how good it'll be for her to leave that Crouch guy!”
"I don't think so, Hermione, you know, she seems to love that man.”Bangs said with a smile.
"Yeah, I hope Dobby can talk her out of it.”said Hermione, frowning.
"It's very difficult." Bangs wiped his mouth and said.
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