# Snape: "What has you standing in the middle of the room grinning like that?"
Snape emerged from the storeroom behind her, holding two bottles of powdered sunlight orchid root. He glanced at the letter in Orli's hand and the snowy owl beside her:
# Snape: "A letter from Potter?"
## Orli: "Yes, Professor. Harry and the others are all going to the Quidditch World Cup."
Orli said as she fed Hedwig a piece of toast and then let her fly away.
# Snape: "You're not going?"
Snape asked seemingly casually.
## Orli: "Of course not. I'm actually afraid of heights and not very interested in Quidditch."
Orli's words were mostly true. Even if she went, it would just be for the fun of it. However, Snape seemed quite satisfied with her answer, and his tone softened considerably:
# Snape: "Hmm. The liquid grass needs to be harvested next week, so keep an eye on the full moon."
He said as he turned and headed towards the cauldron. Orli had planted a patch of liquid grass in the garden at the end of July to improve the Wolfsbane Potion. This herb could only be collected under the moonlight on a full moon night.
Orli instinctively agreed, her fingers brushing over the letter in her pocket. With the Quidditch World Cup approaching, perhaps it was time to give Dobby a clear directive.
Taking advantage of Snape's focus on the cauldron, she quietly slipped out of the house and called Dobby over to a secluded corner of the garden.
# Dobby: "Miss Orli!"
Dobby was thrilled, having a task to do, especially one related to Harry Potter, made him feel great.
## Orli: "Dobby, how's the situation at the World Cup venue?"
Orli asked.
# Dobby: "Everything is normal, Miss Orli! The stadium is all set up, with many huge signs, and the boxes are on the upper level. Outside the venue is a whole camping area, and the guard there is a Muggle. Dobby has seen wizards casting Confundus Charms on that Muggle more than once, his poor brain is probably all muddled."
Dobby rattled on:
# Dobby: "Dobby also saw Veela, lots of them. They're as beautiful as you, but they look a bit strange, definitely not quite human. The goblins seemed to have noticed Dobby, but Dobby is different from them, Dobby is a house-elf! Dobby doesn't make friends with them! The Bulgarian team has arrived too, and star player Krum and his teammates are warming up on the field. The Irish team arrived four days early, planning to release a hundred vampire bats to disrupt Krum, just like in 1473, but Dobby thinks they're just joking..."
## Orli: "Alright, Dobby, thank you for the detailed information."
Orli had to interrupt him:
## Orli: "I have a very important secret message to tell you."
Orli lowered her voice mysteriously and leaned close to Dobby's big ear.
## Orli: "It's about the Death Eaters and Harry's safety. Can you promise to keep it absolutely confidential?"
# Dobby: "Dobby can! Dobby promises!"
Dobby squealed, and Orli had to cast a "Silencio" charm on him until he calmed down.
## Orli: "Dobby, what I'm about to say must not be told to anyone."
Orli said seriously:
## Orli: "I've received information that a group of Death Eaters who escaped capture years ago will attack the campsite on the night of the match, possibly including your old master."
Dobby couldn't make a sound, but his eyes widened in horror, and even his ears perked up.
## Orli: "These Death Eaters plan to cause some big trouble, tormenting the Muggle guards at the site. There's also one of the most vicious and insane Death Eaters, who has broken free from the Imperius Curse controlling him, planning to escape amidst the chaos—"
Dobby began to tremble.
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