Vio gestured to Mickey, who quickly took out a delicately wrapped box from behind him and handed it to Harry. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This, this is for me, are you here for my birthday?" Harry chuckled imperceptibly, untying the ribbon knot on the outside of the box, and then removing the lid, exclaiming.

What greeted you was a fantastic Quidditch pitch cake, and a giant chocolate sign was erected on the teal cream playground that read: Happy birthday to Harry!

"How's it going, I'm pretty good?"

"Thank you, vio-" Harry's eyes turned a little red. Over the years, no one had ever made a cake for him, except for a deflated cake that Hagrid had brought him on his last birthday. Before he could say anything more, a whistle suddenly sounded outside the window, and Aunt Penny's shrill voice came from downstairs: "Vernon, you're finally back!

"What?!What about the boy!it must have been a good thing he did!" Uncle Vernon roared with a decibel sound, the stairs were shaken, and he soon stood outside Harry's room and banged loudly. "Stinky boy, open the door and say, where did you get Dudley?"

Harry looked nervously at Vio and Mickey, who snapped his fingers and hid behind the curtain with Vio.

He opened the door uneasily.

Uncle Vernon rushed in in a rage, grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall, threatening viciously, "Say, what did you do with Dudley! Where did he go?"

"No・・・・・・ it's not me, I don't know—" Harry struggled, glaring at him. He thought to himself that if he could do anything to Dudley, he would never let Dudley simply disappear.

Vio looked at Harry's increasingly red face and secretly told Mickey to go out and get Dudley back.

At this time, Aunt Petunia came up, and she grabbed her husband's arm, which was as thick as a ham, in a panic, and said breathlessly, "It's not him, Vernon, he's not here this time—Dada was taken away by a car, and someone tricked Dada with a remote-controlled car." It's just a toy car・・・・・・woo woo・・・・・・" she said and buried her face in her apron and cried, not knowing if it was because Dudley, who was smart and clever in her mind, was deceived by a toy car, or because she was worried that Dudley would get lost and couldn't find it.

Harry lowered his head, and Vio smiled hard at the sight of him trying to control himself and curl the corners of his mouth downward. Only then did he understand why Vio and the guy she had brought with her had so coincidentally appeared when Aunt Petunia and Dudley were not there.

"Mommy!" Harry didn't have long before Dudley ran up panting. He rolled in the mud where he didn't know where he went, his body was covered in mud, his clothes were torn several times by tree branches and the like, and there were a few leaves in his hair, and he looked very embarrassed. But when he saw Harry being pinned against the wall by Uncle Vernon's neck, Piggy's eyes immediately filled with pleasure again.

"Dada, my darling, where have you been!" Aunt Petunia hugged Dudley, her hands running around his face as if Dudley had lost a few pieces of meat on a trip. "Are you hungry, Dada, you've lost weight, I'm going to cook you ham and bamboo shoot soup at noon・・・・・・ we'll wash it, oh my Dali baby・・・・・・"

Uncle Vernon then let go of Harry and turned to speak to his own son.

"I want that car!" Dudley was still screaming as he was surrounded by Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon as she descended the stairs.

Harry quickly locked the door again. Vio stepped out from behind the curtain and laughed knowingly with Harry.

"Oh, baby, let your dad take you to buy it later! Can you tell mom how you got back—"

"Hi there. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from the hallway. Vio jumped up, and she pulled the door open under Harry's bewildered gaze, tiptoed to the stairs, and poked her head down—the boy standing in the foyer talking to Uncle Vernon!

Dudley pointed at Xiao Luo and said, "He brought me back, but he doesn't know where the car went—"

"Oh, thank you, what a kind young man, just as kind and lovely as we Dada! You're also around here, why haven't I seen you before?" Aunt Penny stepped forward to hug Xiao Luo, who smiled and pointed back in the direction of his house, and took the opportunity to dodge.

"Uncle and aunt, can I play with Dudley at your house this afternoon?" asked Xiao Luo politely. Uncle Vernon looked him up and down for a moment, a light green short-sleeved shirt and casual jeans, similar to Dudley's outfit - very stylish, the kid was okay.

He turned to look at Dudley, who nodded indifferently, just as he was going to find his henchmen this afternoon, and could take him to show off.

Now that Dudley had returned, Aunt Penny continued to prepare food for the dinner in the kitchen, and Aunt Vernon went back to work - he had rushed back without even asking for leave after receiving a call from his wife, but fortunately he was the supervisor, and no one dared to say anything. Dudley didn't know what kind of ecstasy he was fed by Xiao Luo, and even took him to play with a virtual helmet that was never touched by others.

VIO was impressed by Xiao Luo in his heart, and even the Dursley family could easily handle it, and they must not be underestimated.

She went back to Harry's room and closed the door. Harry and Mickey were already staring wide-eyed.

"Vio, is it, who is it?" Harry had wanted to ask "what" it was, but felt that seemed too rude.

"Oh, I'm waiting for you to ask. Mickey, this is Harry Potter, my classmate at Hogwarts. Tell him about himself. ”

"Yes, little master. Mickey nodded solemnly and jumped onto Harry's bed, making eye contact with him, "Hello, sir." I'm a house-elf serving the Santriel family, and my name is Mickey. ”

"House-elf?" Harry repeated with some confusion, "House-elf?"

"The titular slave of the House of Sontrell. Vio took over and explained. "You know, my family is a pure-blood wizard family with a long history, and house-elves are one of the symbols of our ancient family identity. They will greatly liberate the wizard in terms of housework - that is, help us deal with all sorts of things. ”

"・・・・・・ that was the luckier time. More often than not, our masters treat us like slaves. Mitch added in a whisper, clearly haunted by what had happened to Dobby at the Malfoy House.

Harry looked at Vio in surprise, as if to ask if this was the case with their family.

VIO did not refute. While the Santrils and Sigoness both see Mickey as part of the family, more wizarding families don't see the house-elves who work and die for them every day.

Rather than embellishing it, it is better to show it bloodily and make the counterattack of the facts stronger. The shackles between these races have existed for many years, but it does not mean that they will continue to exist.

I hope this foreshadowing will make Harry less psychologically impactful when he meets Dobby later, and don't rush to reject it directly, lest Dobby get excited and cause trouble again.

She looked out the window, and on the window of the house opposite, the sun was shining, and the street lamps were gradually turning on, and it was almost time for dinner.

Harry also needed some time to digest what he had just heard, and they were silent for a moment.