It wasn't the first time Harry had seen a house-elf.

In fact, since Elena entered Hogwarts, there is hardly anyone in the school who is unaware of the existence of house-elves, and the students know very well how the three meals a day come from, and who is helping to clean up the room and laundry.

At times, Harry even felt like a house elf in the Dursleys.

Wipe windows, wash cars, trim lawns, tidy flower beds, prune roses, water roses, repaint garden benches...... This summer vacation was followed by the task of preparing three meals a day, as well as helping to clean up the kitchen and living room.

Thankfully, this life will only last another month at most.

And on the other hand, as Harry began to take charge of some of the kitchen affairs, the Dursleys' attitude towards him has improved slightly, at least not as much sarcasm as before, if it weren't for the fact that he accidentally slapped the bacon slice on Aunt Vernon's face just now, maybe he could still get Hedwig an extra chance to let off steam.

Putting aside the emotions brought over from the dining room for a moment, Harry frowned and looked at the two petty calculars who were scuffling together

The elf that appeared in front of Harry this time was slightly different from what he remembered.

Unlike the energetic house-elves at Hogwarts Castle who wore napkins with the Hogwarts crest (in fact, Elena had asked them to change their napkins into small clothes at the end of the semester), the two house-elves who rolled out of his closet looked like beggars.

The house-elf at the bottom of the pack must have been very old, almost naked except for a dirty rag around its waist, and its wrinkled skin made her look several times more than her body actually needed.

Although its head was as bare as all house-elves, its two bat-like ears grew a large pile of white hair, its eyes were bloodshot and watery, and its fleshy nose was large, almost like a pig's nose.

Kreacher was waving his wizened arms desperately to retrieve the letter that had fallen into the hands of the young elf.

The younger house-elf was wearing an old pillowcase with a few holes in his arms and legs, and Harry noticed that the elf's fingers and ears were covered in scars, as if he had been abused in the past, and it was because of these scars that it could not easily subdue Kreacher.

"Oh-hello. Harry said subconsciously, a little dazed.

"Harry Potter!" the younger house-elf screamed, "Dobby has always wanted to see you, sir...... It's a pleasure...... Dobby has long heard of your greatness, sir......"

At the same time, the old elf looked up at Harry whimfully.

"Is this true? Of course, Kreacher saw the scar, it must be true, it was the boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher didn't know how he did it—oh, yes, the young master's letter! Although the young master is a nasty nasty embryo, Kreacher will never allow the despicable villains of other families to steal the letter that the young master wrote to Harry Potter!"

Then, while Dobby's attention was a little distracted, Kreacher suddenly pounced again, trying to snatch the envelope back.

It's just that compared to the young and agile Dobby, Kreacher, who has entered old age, is obviously much slower, and before Kreacher's fingers can touch the envelope, Dobby has already jumped to the side nimbly and retorted sharply.

"Dobby didn't steal, Dobby only kept it for the time being to keep Harry Potter safe—"

"Wait, except for this letter...... You intercepted all the letters of my friends?"

Harry gradually picked up the conversation between the two elves and looked at Dobby angrily with a frown.

Last year it was Aunt Vernon, and this year it's a house-elf who doesn't know where he came from, and from last year to this year, it seems that every time this time approaches, it will be difficult for him to get the letters sent to him smoothly.

"Harry Potter don't be mad at Dobby - Dobby is all about ......"

Dobby blinked anxiously in defense as he jumped sideways around the room, dodging Kreacher's.

However, as Harry began to cooperate with Kreacher in blocking its path in the room, Dobby had to start making noise in the room, using all kinds of ornaments or clutter to gain space for himself.

"Where did you leave all my friend's letters?"

"It's not lost, the letter is still with Dobby, sir. ”

Dobby said quickly, waving the trash can to open the pounced Kreacher, jumping onto the top of the closet, and pulling a thick wad of letters from the pillowcase he was wearing. Harry recognized Draco's slightly lacy retro font at a glance, Ron's dancing handwriting, Hermione's neat font, and Elena's sister's cute handwriting......

"Don't be upset Harry Potter, Dobby is here for your own good, because Hogwarts could be dangerous this year......

Dobby blinked anxiously and looked down at Harry.

Dobby thought it would be ...... If Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him...... Harry Potter probably won't want to go back to school, sir...... Harry Potter promises Dobby that he won't return to Hogwarts, and I'll give you the letter. ”

Harry didn't bother to listen, and reached for the letter, but Dobby jumped and dodged away.

"No," said Harry angrily, "give me my friend's letter!"

With him and Kreacher working together, they managed to confine Dobby to a very confined space, and Harry was about to grab the nimble elf and retrieve the letters it had intercepted.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly remembered in the corridor outside the door.

Uncle Vernon's heavy body crunched over the wooden floor, accompanied by the roar of a man.

"What are you doing?!Boy, do you want to demolish my house?!"

Syllable.

Syllable.

With a hint of panic on their faces, the two house-elves unleashed a disillusionment, disappearing in front of Harry in an instant, along with the stack of letters that were only a few centimeters away from Harry's fingertips.

Harry was the only one left in the empty room, and the bedroom that had been turned into a mess.

Immediately after, the doorknob turned open.

"Ahh

Aunt Vernon's fierce face appeared in front of Harry, he looked around Harry's bedroom as if he had just been ravaged by a few big men, put his face in front of Harry, so close that he was terrifying, and said slowly through gritted teeth.

"If I don't come up, are you going to smash the windows of my house, or are you going to burn the bed? or are you going to make a few more deep marks on the wall?

"This, these are ......"

Harry looked around the messy bedroom, looked at Vernon Dursley's gloomy face, and explained weakly.

"Uncle Vernon, I know it sounds ridiculous, but there were two house-elves fighting here just now...... One of them intercepted the letter from my friend, and the other tried to take it back for me......"

"House-elf, why don't you say it's a goblin fight?"

Vernon Dursley grinned, showing some yellowed teeth, and said coldly with a non-smirk.

Harry swallowed and explained in a whisper.

"Elves are not the same as elves, although there are elves, but most of them are ...... Gringotts wizarding bank"

"Enough! I don't have time or interest in listening to your nonsense here!"

Mr. Dursley yelled, and the spit splattered in Harry's face, interrupting Harry's words directly.

"Listen to me, boy!"

Uncle Vernon pointed his finger at the bridge of Harry's nose and said fiercely.

"I'm probably going to make the biggest deal of my life tonight, and if you can help your Aunt Petunia get dinner ready and help me get this order, I'm going to leave you alone with your ghost-only owl, and he can fly as much as he likes at night, as long as it's not seen by the neighbors, or if you don't let your friends come to the door. ”

After a slight pause, Vernon Dursley raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.

"Of course, if you dare to do anything at dinner, I swear you'll regret being born into this world—and if I find out you're smashing things here, you'll move me back to the cubicle downstairs. ”

As for the dinner that Uncle Vernon was talking about, Harry knew what it was.

For the past two weeks, he has been talking about this almost all of his mouth.

There was a wealthy builder and his wife who were coming for dinner, and Uncle Vernon hoped that the man would order a large rig from his company, and if they were lucky, the family would have the money to buy a villa in Majorca.

Compared to Aunt Penny's barely passable English housewife cooking, Harry's cooking skills are really much better.

After a year of Potions class at Hogwarts, Snape's instruction in knife work, and Elena's occasional cooking skills, Harry, who already had a certain talent in housekeeping skills, improved quickly.

In terms of some simple cooking, it is almost up to the normal standard of Hogwarts house-elves in the past.

Although there are not many expensive ingredients to choose from, Elena's philosophy is to make the most delicious and rich dishes with the most ordinary ingredients, and in this regard, Oriental cuisine can open up the streets of Western cuisine.

"Understood, understood, don't worry, Aunt Vernon, I'll cook well in the evening. ”

Looking at Uncle Vernon with a fierce look on his face, Harry nodded and said very seriously.

"But...... When it comes to Hedwig, you have to talk about it!"

As for tonight's dishes, Harry had already settled them in with the Dursleys a week earlier.

Because it is a family dinner, it is not too complicated to prepare, and there are two kinds of pies as the main dish:

The first is the traditional English fish pie that Harry eats most often at Hogwarts, which can be easily made by simply topping the fried fish, cheese, cream, onions, and diced carrots with mashed potatoes and baking them in the oven.

Compared to the starry sky pie, this is obviously much simpler.

The second type is the Scottish steak kidney, which is a mixture of onions, steak and kidney, which needs to be eaten while drinking beer and chewing it in a big gulp, which is especially suitable for starting a conversation about business.

For the hot pot dish, Harry was going to make a Lancashire casserole.

This is a casserole dish that Gryffindor's little wizards often secretly make by the fire in the common room.

This dish mainly consists in the need to prepare all kinds of vegetables, lamb, beef slices, add salt, pepper, flour, marinate for a short time in advance, then remove the excess flour, throw it into the pot mixed with onions, carrots, stock, thyme and rosemary while stir-frying and boiling, and finally cover with full potato slices, butter, put in the oven, and it can be baked.

Since there were no ovens in the common room, it was common practice for Gryffindor's young wizards to transform the cauldron into a large crucible, suspended directly in the fireplace, and heated evenly with a fire charm in all directions, to achieve an oven-like effect.

In addition, there is jam pudding, mango chicken (banana, apricot, mayonnaise and chicken stirred), butterscotch frosting violet cake (this is Aunt Penny's specialty), stewed bean soup...... These are common dishes.

All in all, this dinner was arguably the most important event of the entire summer vacation for the Dursleys.

In order to make everything go smoothly, Vernon Dursley even overcame some of his fear of magic, not caring that Harry's cooking skills might have come from the wizarding school's teachings - wizards are human beings anyway, and they have to eat, and if the wizard's food can help him get orders, he can even tolerate Harry using his wand to touch things in the kitchen.

"It's better to be like this, it's good for all of us. ”

Uncle Vernon stared at Harry very earnestly for a moment, as if trying to tell if he was lying, and then slowly continued, raising his voice to make sure his son and wife downstairs could hear him as well.

"Well, then I think at noon, we'd all better get the evening done again......"

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And at the same time, the other side.

12 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family.

"What did you say?, the Malfoy House elf snatched my letter to Harry?!"

Sirius Black, who was fiddling with his beloved flying motorcycle in the foyer, jerked to his feet, and looked heavily at the old house-elf standing in front of him.

Kreacher nodded, his cloudy eyes flashing with annoyance, and said in a determined tone.

"That's right, I've seen that guy named Dobby at Malfoy Manor before, and he's the Malfoy family's house-elf. Not only your letters, Master, but I see that he has a lot of letters written by others to Harry Potter. ”

"Malfoy, Lucius's courage is a little too great. ”

Sirius Black snorted coldly, and casually straightened the giant airmobile bike that Hagrid had returned to him beside him, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and a hint of excitement to try.

Although Dumbledore did not allow him to go to Dursley's house to pick up Harry, nor did he take the initiative to talk to the former Death Eaters, if this was the case, then he would have to take care of it as Harry's rightful godfather.

"Well, I didn't have a chance to visit Lily's sister's family and talk about Harry......"

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2-in-1 Grand Chapter!

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