'Winky - hic - is not only - hic - doing housework for Mr. 'Other people manage to do their own housework, you know, Winky,' Hermione said severely. 'Master cannot - hic - manage - hic - all by himself.' 'Master is needing his - hic - Winky!' whimpered the elf. 'But we're not sure if that's true,' said Hermione quickly. Winky swayed some more, staring blurrily at Harry.

'Yeah,' said Harry, 'we haven't seen him since the first task. She swayed slightly again and then said, 'M - Master is stopped - hic - coming?' Crouch might be up to, do you? Because he's stopped turning up to judge the Triwizard Tournament.' 'Hey, Winky,' said Harry, struck by a sudden inspiration, walking over to her, and bending down, 'you don't know what Mr. Crouch is her master, sir, and nothing Dobby says will persuade her that Professor Dumbledore is her master now.' 'Winky is pining, Harry Potter,' Dobby whispered sadly. The elves who had brought the eclairs gave her disapproving looks as they returned to work. ''Tis strong for a house-elf, sir,' he said. 'Well, it's not strong, that stuff,' Harry said.īut Dobby shook his head. 'Winky is getting through six bottles a day now,' Dobby whispered to Harry. As they watched her, she gave an enormous hiccup. She was clutching a bottle of butterbeer and swaying slightly on her stool, staring into the fire. Winky was sitting on the same stool as last time, but she had allowed herself to become so filthy that she was not immediately distinguishable from the smoke-blackened brick behind her. 'Oh dear,' said Hermione as she spotted Winky. 'Winky is over there by the fire, miss,' said Dobby quietly, his ears drooping slightly. 'Dobby, where's Winky?' said Hermione, who was looking around. You couldn't give us a bit of extra food, could you?' he said to the surrounding elves, and they bowed delightedly and hurried off to get some more. 'We should get some stuff to send up to Snuffles,' Harry muttered. 'You've just had breakfast!' said Hermione irritably, but a great silver platter of eclairs was already zooming toward them, supported by four elves.

'No chance of more of those eclairs, is there?' said Ron, who was looking around at the beaming and bowing house-elves. 'You saved my life with that gillyweed, Dobby, you really did,' said Harry. 'Harry Potter is too good to Dobby!' he squeaked, wiping large tears out of his enormous eyes. The house-elves gave them a very cheery welcome, bowing and curtsying and bustling around making tea again. When they had watched her fly out of sight through the Owlery window, they proceeded down to the kitchen to give Dobby his new socks.

They used Hedwig, because it had been so long since she'd had a job. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went up to the Owlery after breakfast on Sunday to send a letter to Percy, asking, as Sirius had suggested, whether he had seen Mr.

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