Chapter 850: Fudge, the bootlicker!!

While using the drone, Darren saw Barty Crouch and his son in the projection.

He was escorting his son away from the grounds quietly.

But since Barty Crouch Jr. had already escaped earlier, why was he caught now?

Or perhaps, he had snuck out earlier?

Darren clicked his tongue in wonder; he hadn't expected that among the loyal Death Eaters under Voldemort, there was still one with a brain.

It was just that after being locked up for so many years, he was a bit too irritable and impatient.

"Time's up, kids, let's go!"

Just as Darren was pondering, Mr. Weasley called out excitedly.

Their expressions became even brighter.

They hurried to follow Mr. Weasley inside.

This was a massive stadium.

It was said to be able to hold one hundred thousand people.

Mr. Weasley told them.

To ensure the Quidditch match went smoothly, the Ministry of Magic had spent a whole year expelling Muggles to clear such a large space.

"First-class tickets!"

The ticket inspector said respectfully.

"Top-level box, just go straight up!"

They hurried up in that direction.

Then they sat down in the box.

"Dobby!"

Harry suddenly called out.

Darren looked over in the direction of Harry's voice.

It turned out to be a house-elf sitting there.

Since he had never met Dobby, he didn't find this house-elf strange at all.

But looking at Harry, it seemed exactly like Dobby.

"Oh, sir, do you know Dobby? My name is Winky."

Winky looked at Harry.

Finally, she looked at the scar on Harry's forehead and shrieked.

"You are Harry Potter!"

"Oh, I am… I mistook you for someone else, I remember a house-elf named Dobby, I mistook you…"

Harry said embarrassedly. ===== CHAPTER 852 =====