At ten o'clock in the morning, the Quidditch field was bustling with people.

Felix walked into the crowded field and stepped onto the nearest audience platform. Suddenly, a thunderous cheer broke out on the field, and a blurry shadow in a bright red robe threw the Quaffle into the goal.

Commentator Lee Jordan said, "A beautiful goal! Gryffindor has won back a game. The current score is 60 to 30. Their super brooms have played a huge role."

"I must praise Wood. If it weren't for him, Gryffindor's score would be even worse!"

Felix's eyes kept sweeping across the audience on other platforms, and soon he saw a middle-aged man with platinum hair, Lucius Malfoy, on the Slytherin seats painted with green patterns.

Next to him stood a timid house elf.

Lucius's eyes were fixed on his son Draco Malfoy. At this moment, he was entangled with Harry. With his superior speed, he stopped in mid-air and turned around to say, "You're a little slow, Scarhead?"

Harry held his breath. He ignored Draco verbally, and his eyes kept wandering. Whether it was the Easter holiday or the past week, as long as there was a little time, Wood would call them to practice crazily.

"We are at the peak of history!" Wood encouraged the players before the game.

Harry also agreed with this. This was the closest they had ever been to the championship. He rose higher and higher, turning, spinning, turning sharply, circling up, and circling east and west, taking a zigzag route.

Draco was chasing him closely, but he didn't have time to provoke Harry.

The fierce chase lasted for two or three minutes. In the end, even Harry felt a little dizzy and had to stop.

Soon, Slytherin scored another goal.

Harry couldn't help but get a little anxious. According to the three tactics that Wood had formulated before the game, the most ideal situation was that he could catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and not give Slytherin the opportunity to expand the score.

Slytherin's strategy was just the opposite. They kept delaying the game. As long as the game lasted for two or three hours, when their physical strength dropped to a low point, it was time for them to dominate the battlefield with the advantage of their brooms.

This was also the reason why Draco kept harassing Harry.

On the podium, Felix calmly read the game. Under the effect of accelerated thinking and supersensory spells, his state was extremely sensitive. He could receive the changes brought about by a gust of wind or a cloud on the court.

The originally blurred shadows became clear, and he could even see the expressions on the players' faces that flashed across.

He included the fourteen people on the field in his calculations, and Felix tried to predict their trajectories.

It was like a high-quality duel.

This made him feel the charm of Quidditch for the first time, although his reasons were different from those of others.

"Sure enough, people can't be too stubborn." Felix thought to himself.

When the score was fixed at 110:60, a blurry golden shadow passed through the corner of Harry's eyes. At the same time, Felix's eyes were fixed on this small figure.

Harry was careful and deliberately flew in the opposite direction. As expected, Draco followed him. Just when he was about to turn around and laugh at Potter again, he found that Harry had disappeared from his sight.

"He's under the platform!" A Slytherin player shouted at him.

Lee Jordan also noticed this scene: "Look! Harry tricked Malfoy and he is chasing the golden snitch! We can't see it, Harry must be in the wooden frame!"

The court became quiet and everyone held their breath.

Even the players of both sides stopped in mid-air, waiting for the result.

Wood, who was guarding the goal, shouted angrily: "Don't stop, Angelina, Katie, keep attacking!"

However, just after more than ten seconds, before they could organize the next offensive, Harry rushed out with the golden snitch in his hand, circling around the court, welcoming the cheers of the audience.

"A wonderful scene! Harry caught the Snitch, and the game is over! Gryffindor won, and the final score was Lucius Malfoy stood up and raised his head expressionlessly. He kicked Dobby away and walked down the platform.

After waiting for a moment, Felix also stood up and followed from a distance. Lucius stopped at the edge of the court, waiting for Draco to appear. Little wizards walked out of the court in groups of three or two, discussing the game enthusiastically.

Felix touched his wand on his body, and his blue robe faded a little until it blended with the environment.

He and Lucius passed by.

When Harry was surrounded by Gryffindor and walked out of the court, he caught a glimpse of Lucius lowering his head to teach Draco a lesson. Draco had a bitter face and didn't speak.

This made him feel even happier. Although there were still a few games to go, he believed that Gryffindor would eventually win the Quidditch Cup.

After walking a distance, Harry suddenly found the house-elf next to Lucius.

His eyes widened instantly, "It's Dobby! "

He is the house-elf of the Malfoy family?!"

Harry stared at Dobby in disbelief. Dobby also noticed his gaze and looked over with his eyes as big as tennis balls. He waved his hand at Harry.

But Lucius had already scolded his son and strode away. The elf followed him closely. Before he finally disappeared, he showed Harry a pitiful expression.

...

In the evening, the Great Hall.

"What did you say! Dobby is from the Malfoy family?" Ron looked at Harry in surprise, with the chicken leg in his hand hanging in the air.

"Shh! Keep your voice down," Harry looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He whispered to Ron and Hermione, "I saw it with my own eyes when I came out of the court."

Hermione spoke cautiously: "Harry, what do you think? Is all this a conspiracy of Malfoy, or is it Dobby's action alone?"

Harry couldn't be sure either. He could feel Dobby's respect for him, but he couldn't ignore the long-standing tradition of house elves.

Coming out of the Great Hall, they walked in the garden and discussed fiercely.

"I think Dobby can be trusted, Harry. "Hermione analyzed, "The danger he was referring to is the Chamber of Secrets, which we discussed. If everything was Malfoy's conspiracy, there was no need for him to add unnecessary details."

Harry also tended to think so, while Ron was more neutral: "Although what you said makes sense, I have never heard of a house-elf disobeying the orders of its master."

During the magic tutorial that night, Hermione asked a question: "Will house-elves disobey the orders of their masters?"

Professor Happ's answer was meaningful, "Generally speaking, no. But the contract cannot restrain free will."