Filthy creatures, this is the first and only impression of the goblin in front of him. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info originally suppressed humanoid creatures in Western language, and they would not appear on Privet Road at all.

However, in order not to cause any disturbance at Hogwarts, Sivin temporarily stopped this suppression. I didn't expect this to happen just after it stopped.

"Ha, Harry Poult~" Goblin surged his nose with the dirty pillowcase he put on his body. Harry didn't have a good impression of the creature in front of him, and he looked at the letters scattered on the ground, and his empty and lonely heart instantly refilled.

The ensuing anger filled Harry's chest, the creature that allowed itself to be lonely, empty, and miserable for dozens of days.

The faces of everyone present were not very good, because, when the Western text tells about the war of the meat grinder of humanoids, the magic suspended in the ceiling vividly shows the slaughter of humans by those creatures, especially the goblins.

As for little Hermione, under the inheritance of the Golden Nightmare King, it would be good if she could keep slaughtering gods and destroying Buddhas every minute, sympathy, what can you eat?

"Then the question is very simple, who sent you here, and what is your purpose?" Xiwen crossed his legs, as if he had the power of life and death in his hands, and once again opened the bloodline suppression of these goblin creatures.

The housegoblin was about to use magic to leave the privet road, but was grabbed directly from the subspace, and at the moment he was trembling and huddled there.

Hearing Xiwen's inquiry, and feeling the pressure from the bloodline, the goblin's eyeballs bulged, and the protruding eyes that were already the size of tennis balls now felt like they were about to fall.

"Great, existential, I ......" The housegoblin suddenly grabbed his ear hard, tearing desperately, as if trying to resist the pressure and keep the secret of his heart.

"Are you from the Malfoy family?" asked Harry. This sentence was like a powerful curse, and the housegoblin instantly stiffened, and his hands covered his ears with a few hairs like long bats.

"Dobby, Dobby can't say the owner's name, bad Dobby, bad Dobby. The goblin began to pound his head the ground.

"Mr. Harrypot, danger is coming to Hogwarts, and you must not go to Hogwarts. The house-goblin screamed, seemingly finally breaking free from Sivin's grasp and disappearing into mid-air.

Siwen let go of his grip on his own, because from the brief conversation, it had been confirmed that the main concern was that this domestic goblin was indeed from Malfoy's house.

"Still, I think it's meant to remind Harry?" Akihari looked thoughtful, "Maybe it's not a bad goblin?"

For this kind of thing, Xiwen doesn't want to be like a white-bearded old man, who has a lot of strength but only brainwashes and instills love and justice every day. The growth of young wizards requires them to establish their own worldview, values and outlook on life.

As far as Sivin himself is concerned, he wouldn't trust a creature called a goblin, because once there will be a second. This time it betrayed its own master and stood on your side, will it betray you next time and stand on someone else's side.

Therefore, in the ancient Eastern world, the places where Taoist priests kept money, money shops, were still managed by people from generation to generation, rather than cheap goblins.

The young man's mind quickly departed from this conspiracy theory, and they continued to eat and drink, discussing the last month of the summer vacation. Of course, three women in one play, three female academic tyrants began to discuss various academic issues passionately.

"By the way, Harry, look if those letters are from our poor little brother Ron. George pointed to the bundles of scattered letters left behind by the goblins.

Harry looked at the letters, from Hermione, from Ron, and from the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and Wood reminded Harry to review Quidditch tactics during the holidays, even if he couldn't train in actual combat.

"Our little brother Ron has been chattering with some of them for a summer vacation. Fred sat up straight like a dog, and seemed to have a hint of elegant comic, "Harry, would you like to go to our house for the rest of the holiday?"

Leave the privet road, go to the magical family life, such a rowing thing, little Harry could hardly think of anything to refuse. He was about to open his mouth, but suddenly hesitated again, "But my aunt and uncle probably won't agree." ”

Listening to the various methods of violating rules and disciplines proposed by the George Fred twin brothers next door, as well as the temptation of little Harry, a certain fair and strict Shimizu senior sister cleared her throat vigorously and glared at the three of them without anger and arrogance.

I have to say that in the past, Senior Sister Shimizu was just an ice beauty, but after in-depth study of the ice magic system, many times it was like an iceberg, full of cold and overwhelming.

Harry stayed until late and did not return home, and by the time he got home, the dinner party of the builders invited by his uncle had already dispersed. Judging from the rare red light on his uncle's purple face and his aunt's pale horse's face, he thought it was a very successful dinner.

Hum. Seeing Harry come home, his uncle snorted coldly, but he wouldn't lose his temper with Harry even if he had talked about a big deal.

"There's still leftovers on the table, let's clean it up. Aunt Penny also said angrily.

Harry obediently walked into the kitchen and cleaned up the messy pots and pans. It's a pity that the exquisite pudding cake has disappeared without a trace, and Dudley is also at home, how can this kind of snack still be preserved.

After cleaning up, Harry stared at his toes, moving his body step by step, and walked to his aunt's and uncle's living room again.

"What's the matter, boy?" said his uncle's big purple face stared at Harry with a pair of small eyes, especially when he matched his uncle's squinting movements, which made his eyes even smaller.

Harry hesitated, and said slowly, "My classmate's family happened to be passing by here, and they invited me to their house for the rest of the holiday, and I wanted to ......"

Aunt Vernon's face changed instantly, and his flesh trembled: "Boy, how can you tell you the address of our house, those freaks! Go back to your house, and now, you are not allowed to leave that house until I give permission!"

Uncle stood up, spitting and scolding, his voice so loud that even Aunt Petunia almost covered her ears.

Harry thought depressedly, maybe this was predestined, he really had a bad brain, and he wanted permission from them.

But with George Fred here, everything should be worked out. Harry thought as he went upstairs, babbling silently about the Dursleys.

Pushing open the door and falling on the bed, Harry stared at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, and suddenly shrugged his nose, what does it smell?

He turned his head to see a large piece of pudding cake quietly placed on his bedside table, precisely cut into triangles.

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It tastes very good~

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It's very sweet~

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Thank you~