At night, there is no one.

On the street outside No. 4 Privet Road, the moonlight shines on the dark asphalt road, reflecting the light.

In the room, the conversation was lively.

At the very least, Dursley is doing everything he can to get the atmosphere hot.

“...... Everyone said what to do, call a plumber immediately, and at this time, two plumbers happened to come......"

The living room was full of people, and Vernon Dursley tried his best to tell his lame jokes,

"The first plumber said that there was water coming out of this side, and the second plumber said, yes, this is just the top ......"

"Hahaha!!"

As soon as Dursley finished speaking, Mr. Mason was the first to laugh.

This obviously looks like the kind of middle-aged bald man who doesn't smile, but at this time he laughs happier than anyone else.

Dursley chimed in, and the two laughed as if they had asthma.

However, in the midst of laughter, the eyes of the two remained on Carl.

Seeing the corners of Carl's mouth curled slightly, he couldn't help but smile even more happily.

If you stand outside the house and don't look inside, but just listen, you will think how lively the house is.

And with this momentum, Mr. Mason seemed to suddenly think of something, and said, "Carl, your mom and dad, have they been busy lately?"

As soon as the words came out, Vernon Dursley, who was in tune, immediately shut up, and the room became silent in an instant, and the pins were heard.

Dursley's blue eyes the size of green beans rolled around in the frames, though he didn't know why Mr. Mason thought so highly of Carl.

But the latter stopped at this sentence, and he understood it all.

The boy's parents must be some big shots.

And it's not your average big shot.

After all, as far as he knows, Mr. Mason's company has a market value of more than a billion pounds, and the latter, as the majority shareholder of the company, and as one of the main leaders of the company, has a net worth of at least hundreds of millions.

"Maybe. Carl shrugged helplessly.

For a month, he had been tracking Voldemort and had nothing to do with it.

Fortunately, Nick and Louise carry him letters from time to time, thanks to which he is more than just a bird.

After delivering the last letter, Hela did not go to the United States to look for him.

Plans are not as fast as they change, and in the past month, he has chased Voldemort almost all over Europe, staying in one place for no more than two days, and it is naturally impossible for Hela to keep up with him.

However, Hades, due to the natural connection between Madrotus and the spellcaster, and the former's physique far beyond that of ordinary animals, allowed this blood-cursed crow to find his place easily.

Thinking of this, Carl suddenly wanted to return to the wizarding world as soon as possible, and couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded.

So, in Mr. Mason's next questioning, Carl almost left ear in and out of right ear.

Even the former complimented him on his handsome appearance, but he didn't pay much attention.

After all, this is a fact for all to see, and there is nothing to be proud of.

Despite this, a meeting can be regarded as a joy for the guests and hosts.

Penny Dursley's cooking skills are so good that even Carl, who doesn't have a sweet tooth, is very happy.

To be honest, excluding those subjective bad feelings, the Dursleys are not difficult to get along with, although there are many shortcomings, power eyes, and love to gossip behind people's backs...... And so on and so forth, but as an average Muggle family, it couldn't have asked for more.

Carl gradually remembered the purpose of his visit, if not for Voldemort himself, he wanted to come to Privet Road, if not for anything else, but to see how powerful the magic of "love" left by Lily was.

In fact, he's seen it.

He could clearly feel that the whole villa was protected by a strange force, warm, but very powerful.

Ordinary people, including wizards, are not harmed by this force.

But some people ......

Karl looked to the side, where the man, his "cousin", was sitting quietly.

He could feel the force being directed at the latter, like a cloud of calamity that would fall at any moment.

But for some reason, something is stopping this force.

"How the hell did you do that?"

While Vernon Dursley was telling his lame joke, Carl asked in a low voice.

As expected, Voldemort didn't answer him.

The latter sat there, but it was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, Carl couldn't help but shake his head and sighed.

"Carl, Carl ......"

A voice pulled his thoughts back.

Karl turned his head and saw that Harry was looking at him, looking nervous and as if he was holding back a smile, and by the way, he secretly pointed to the other side with his finger.

Carl looked in the direction he was pointing, only to see the Masons and the Friedsleys sitting across from each other, covered in chocolate cake.

What happened?

Karl looked at Harry inquiringly.

He was just stunned for a moment, how did he become like this.

Then, without Harry answering, he saw who was responsible for the whole thing.

A small, crumpled creature with a rag bag over its coat was staring at Dursley and the Masons with large, round eyes.

"Ahh

Screams rang out from Penny and Mrs. Mason, respectively, so loud that they almost shattered the glass on the coffee table.

Dobby, somehow, suddenly appeared in the Dursleys' living room and magically swept all the uneaten cream cakes on the table towards the Masons and the Dursleys.

After Carl, Harry, and Voldemort were led downstairs by Dursley to meet the Masons, Dobby was left alone in Harry's room.

The elf was dumbfounded, he had come to Harry Potter, and he was even ready to take on the wrath of the great Harry Potter by intercepting the letters sent to him by the great Harry Potter's friends.

But he didn't expect that before he even had time to say what he meant, everyone in the room went downstairs, and no one paid attention to him at all.

I stayed in the room for a while, listening to the faint compliments coming from downstairs.

Dobby gradually made up his mind.

Even if he is hated by the great Harry Potter and his friends, even if he has to punish himself desperately afterwards, he must keep Harry Potter away from Hogwarts.

He, Dobby, the house elf, has to protect Harry Potter even if he risks his life!!

So, in the living room, in front of everyone's eyes, Dobby looked at Harry Potter and said in a sharp voice with great determination:

"Harry Potter can't go back to Hogwarts this year!"

After speaking, he snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, all the glass, ceramics and other fragile utensils in the living room were blown to pieces.

Immediately after, Dobby snapped his fingers again, and the thin figure gradually turned from bright to light.

It worked.

Dobby thought happily, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little.

With such a big disturbance, Harry Potter will definitely be grounded at home and will not be able to return to Hogwarts.

He, Dobby, kept Harry Potter safe.

Protects Harry Potter from the man who can't even mention his name.

It's just that I'm really sorry for the two friends who hurt Harry Potter.

Dobby had already planned to go back and immediately put his hands and feet in the boiling hot water, even if they were rotten.

Although even such a punishment is not light among domestic elves, Dobby feels that it is worth it.

After all, he kept Harry Potter safe.

Dobby thought like this, feeling the squeeze of the space around him.

He knew that the magic had worked.

He will soon be back at his master's house.

At this moment, he even wished that time would pass a little more slowly.

Because once he returns to his master's house, he will face the punishments he has conceived for himself.

That kind of punishment made him shudder even just thinking about it.

However, perhaps the god in charge of magic heard his call, and Dobby noticed that time seemed to slow down.

Because, after a long time, Dobby still didn't notice any changes in the surrounding scenes.

Dobby's eyes blurred, could it be that he really moved the heavens......

Could it be that the days of enslavement and torture of house-elves are finally going to-

"Knock Knock ......"

Dobby felt a knock on his head twice.

Afterwards, he saw a handsome face that he had never seen in his life fill his entire vision.

"Wake up, stop dreaming. ”

Cal crouched in front of Dobby, tucked his wand into his sleeve, and tapped Dobby's skull, awakening him.

Really, a house-elf has so much drama in his heart.

However, for the sake of the little guy being so pitiful and having a good eye, it would be better to spare him this time.

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