The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Poppy walked a few hundred meters toward the castle when the space in front of her suddenly distorted, and a house-elf jumped out.

"Dobby?" Poppy was somewhat surprised, as it had been over a year since he had seen this highly individualistic house-elf.

"Your Majesty!"

Dobby bowed deeply, then straightened up and stared at Bobby without saying a word.

Bobby then remembered that he and Dobby had made an agreement that if Dobby visited him without saying a word, it meant that something had happened on Malfoy's side.

Capture the mind and seize thoughts!

Three minutes later.

"Did the Dark Lord just look for Malfoy?" Poppy looked towards the castle, where two dazzling sources of magic were visible, one in the headmaster's office and the other in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor.

So the one who went to find Malfoy was a remnant soul from a Horcrux.

"Didn't Malfoy immediately side with the Dark Lord?"

Although Dobby didn't say a word, he was completely unguarded in front of Bobby, letting his mind wander.

"He's quite a clever person, actually seeing that something was amiss. This family's inherited skill of being a fence-sitter is indeed quite something."

Just then, Harry Potter, carrying a long, thin bundle, excitedly rushed toward Bobby.

"Cousin Bobby! Cousin Bobby!!"

It was clear that the 13-year-old boy was extremely excited.

He stopped, panting, and then noticed the house-elf beside him.

"Hey, uh... Dobby?"

Dobby blinked his big eyes excitedly: "Harry Potter! Sir, you still remember Dobby? Dobby is so honored!"

I thought all house-elves looked the same to wizards, and even though I changed my pillowcase today, my husband still recognized me! Dobby was so happy!

Harry was a little embarrassed. He didn't actually recognize Dobby; it was just that his cousin had winked at him, and the name "Dobby" popped into his head.

"Alright, Dobby, there's nothing to get excited about. You're so unique, isn't it normal for people to remember you?"

Seeing that Dobby had calmed down, Bobby looked at Harry and asked, "What's wrong? Why were you in such a hurry to find me?"

Harry handed the package to Bobby. "Look, cousin! This is a Firebolt! It's a Christmas present from Sirius!"

Bobby took the package, which Harry had clearly already opened; the polished, gleaming wooden handle could be clearly seen through the cracks in the cardboard.

There was a piece of paper attached to the package that read:

"To Harry Potter, my beloved godson."

The signature is "SB".

Bobby paused for a moment, "SB?" Then it dawned on him—it was an abbreviation for Sirius Black…

Well, being an idiot and being cuckolded... I have to say, Sirius Black's life was really unlucky.

"Congratulations, Harry. This will give you a huge advantage in the upcoming matches."

Harry carefully retrieved the Firebolt, saying with a hint of regret, "It's a pity you're not participating in the Quidditch Cup, cousin. You're so strong..." Harry reached into the crack in his bundle, stroking his flying broomstick, "Now that I have the Firebolt, maybe I can have a match with you..."

As they were talking, two figures walked towards them from the castle gate.

Dobby bowed to Bobby. "Your Majesty, I have delivered the message and will be returning now."

He bowed to Harry again, saying, "Mr. Harry Potter, it was a pleasure to meet you. I must return to Malfoy Manor now."

Seeing Bobby nod slightly, Dobby Apparated away.

Two people walked over, one tall and one short, a man and a woman. The tall one was Professor McGonagall, and Bobby didn't recognize the short one.

"Bobby!"

“Mama McGonagall!” Bobby ran a few steps and jumped into McGonagall’s arms.

“Oh, Professor McGonagall, you and Miss Bobby have such a good relationship.”

McGonagall smiled and gently pushed Bobby aside, introducing him: "Bobby, this is Mr. Aidan Lynch, captain of the Irish Quidditch national team."

Bobby looked at Lin Qi, a white man with a not-so-distinctive face, but whose eyes were sharp and memorable.

He was only five or six centimeters shorter than Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall, wearing a tall wizard's hat, appeared much taller than the man.

"Hello, Miss Evans, I'm Aidan Lynch, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Seeing Lin Qi extend his hand, Bobby politely shook hands with him.

"Mr. Lin Qi, may I ask why you're looking for me...?"

Lin Qi smiled, revealing eight white teeth, which immediately reminded Bobby of Lockhart. However, Lin Qi's smile was very natural. He said, "In this Quidditch World Cup, our Irish team has made it to the finals. According to the current schedule, our chances of reaching the finals are very high."

“We’ve analyzed the teams in the other half of the bracket, and it’s very likely that Bulgaria will make it to the final and face us,” Lin Qi paused. “Although we are stronger than them in overall strength, they have the talented Seeker Viktor Krum, whose presence makes the outcome of the match full of suspense.”

Bobby asked, puzzled, "What does this have to do with you coming to see me?"

"I hope Miss Evans can join our Irish Quidditch national team and play the Seeker position."

Professor McGonagall looked happy, proud, and elated.

Harry Potter looked utterly incredulous. And, has he gotten too cocky after getting the Firebolt? What did he just say to his little cousin?

Bobby declined, saying, "I am very grateful for Mr. Lin Qi's trust in me. However, I do not believe that my level has reached the national team level, especially since you have not personally witnessed my matches."

Besides, you yourself are the team's finder. What will you do if I go there?

Lin Qi still had a smile on her face as she took out a projection ball from her pocket, which was playing footage of her first year's competitions on a loop.

“I think Miss Evans’s skills are well-known throughout the Quidditch community. This game projection has been circulating in our circle for a whole year. Everyone agrees that your strength, speed, agility, reaction, insight, and technique are all top-notch! If a genius like Miss Evans joins us, what does it matter if I give up my position to be a substitute?”

Bobby instinctively wanted to refuse. Seriously? Joining the national team would mean training every day! She had so much to do, she was already so busy she barely had time for lunch breaks or searching for ingredients!

"But I'm not Irish."

Lin Qi laughed and said, "More than half of our team members are not Irish."

Monaco has fewer than five wizards in the entire country combined, yet they still have a national Quidditch team with members from all over the world.

Therefore, representing the Irish national team has little to do with where you are from.

Bobby wanted to continue making excuses, but suddenly noticed that McGonagall's mother was giving him meaningful glances.

Bobby blinked quickly.

(Mama McGonagall, I really don't want to go, training is so boring.)

McGonagall blinked.

(This is a rare opportunity; please help me fulfill my dream.)

Bobby was a little overwhelmed and fell into deep thought.

Aidan Lynch was very patient, standing there quietly waiting, looking even calmer than Professor McGonagall beside him.

After a long pause, Bobby finally spoke up: "Mr. Lin Qi, I'd like to ask if, if I join the Irish national team, I can advertise for my own products? I want to have the decision-making power over my own image design."

Lin Qi, a pure-blooded wizard, had only ever seen shop signs in magical commercial districts like Diagon Alley. How could he possibly understand these kinds of advertisements?

He stammered, "This...this I need to report to the Irish Ministry of Magic. I think, I think it shouldn't be a big problem."

Chapter 90 A Few Things About Christmas Eve (Part 2)

Harry followed Bobby and Professor McGonagall toward the castle, still a little dazed.

Then Professor McGonagall asked Bobby, "Bobby, are you really not going home for the Christmas holidays?"

Bobby nodded and said, "Yes, Snape's father will pick them up before dinner and take them to Hogsmeade."

McGonagall said, "There are more students at school this year, and it's not convenient for them to stay in the castle. I have a house in Hogsmeade, and I'll have the house-elves clean it up later so they can stay there temporarily."

Bobby knew that the house was bought by McGonagall's mother and her late husband, and it was a place of sadness for her.

Bobby looked up at McGonagall's face, and sure enough, those green eyes, just like her own, couldn't hide the deep sorrow she felt.

Bobby clung tightly to McGonagall's mother's arm, as if that would warm her heart.

Once inside the castle, McGonagall hurried away, while Harry was eager to share with Ron the news that his cousin had been scouted by the Irish national team.

Bobby stood there blankly for a while, not knowing where to go.

Christmas gifts have been sent, no need to worry about them anymore; Lupin has just drunk the latest version of the Wolf Slayer Potion and is waiting for the effects; Ravenclaw's tiara has been removed, and Voldemort's soul fragments have been banished, the tiara, now restored to its brilliance, is now resting securely on the head of Lady Ravenclaw's statue.

Speaking of Ravenclaw's crown, because someone went crazy giving Jade points, Ravenclaw's score has become the highest among all the others, and even Flitwick's father is embarrassed to give Ravenclaw any more points.

Ms. Gray also risked being sucked into the world of the dead to thank Bobby face to face; she was clearly genuinely moved and grateful.

Everything that needed to be done has been done, so what should we do in the few hours before dinner?

In the end, Bobby decided to go and get to know Norber and Norbeta, and every now and then he would pluck their venom, which caused the venom sacs of the two little dragons to shrink. Luckily, there was still half a Welsh green dragon's leg in the Seamless Stretch Bag, so he gave it to them as an extra meal.

Upon arriving at the fanged dragons' lair, Poppy smelled a familiar scent of hay. Thanks to Hagrid's efforts, it was much cleaner than the wild dragon's lair. Of course, Poppy also deserves credit; under her threat of her big stick, the siblings learned to relieve themselves outside as infants.

As soon as Bobby appeared, the two adult Peruvian venomous fanged dragons were startled, their spines standing on end, and they skillfully and quickly retreated into a corner, trembling.

That she-devil is back! The brother and sister haven't seen Bobby for a long time since their venom sacs shrank.

Upon seeing her again, Poppy exuded an even more terrifying aura that instilled fear in the dragons. If this were a game, in the eyes of these two pitiful venomous dragons, Poppy would probably have several large, blood-red words proclaiming "Dragon Eater" on her forehead.

This is a kind of innate fear of predators that food has for its prey.

Unaware that he was known as the "Dragon Eater," Poppy, with a friendly expression, pulled half a Welsh green dragon's thigh from his chest, threw it on the ground, and said gently, "Here, I brought you some good food, eat up!"

Norbert and Norbert shook even more violently.

You devil!

Poppy was very displeased by the Poison Fang Dragon's reaction. In her imagination, the two Poison Fang Dragons that she had raised from cubs should have run over to her affectionately like Fangya, asking for a hug and a cuddle, instead of acting like a wronged little wife.

"Never mind, let's just go," Poppy sighed, turning and leaving the dragon's nest.

You didn't see it, Poppy just took one step forward, and those two venomous dragons were so scared that they pressed their whole bodies against the wall!

Ungrateful wretch! You unfilial sons! I've raised you for nothing! I'll turn you into food reserves someday!

Ultimately, Bobby spent the rest of the afternoon with Jady in the Ravenclaw lounge.