The Dursleys sat there with blank eyes, especially Vernon, with a dejected expression.

I have to say that it seems that God destined the Dursleys to not be able to leave No. 4 Privet Road-

Even if a person with a good temper is inexplicably pasted with a cream cake, he will not be indifferent, let alone the Masons who are obviously used to being in a high position.

Dobby is believed to be an impromptu show prepared by the Dursleys, but apparently, the "show" has clearly gone overboard.

Of course, if Carl was willing to say a few good things for the Dursleys, maybe things would have taken a turn for the better, and Carl didn't mind explaining, after all, the Dursleys were Harry's relatives anyway.

However, he had no room for such a thing.

Dobby wasn't one of the Hogwarts kids who hadn't graduated yet, in fact, he could count all the wizards Carl had seen who could surpass Dobby in his magical attainments.

It's only when you're faced with the magic of a house-elf in person that you know how tough it is.

After realizing that he was bound by magic and that time had slowed down, Dobby immediately showed a level of magic that did not match his appearance and body at all.

In Carl's magical perception, less than half a second after he tried to imprison the space around him, the point of light representing Dobby suddenly became erratic.

In an instant, the magic that Carl had learned from Dumbledore's strategic-level confinement illusion shifter had lost its purpose.

It was like the hard solid that had been held in his hand had suddenly turned into a wisp of steam, and Dobby himself was still standing there, but in the realm of magic, Carl was on the verge of losing his senses.

Magical vision, the visualization of magical perception, is a unique talent of Carl, even Dumbledore does not have, with the continuous use of familiarity, Carl has gradually become accustomed to seeing objects from the perspective of magic, even Voldemort can not escape his perception, Dobby did.

It's as if the magic between the two is not in the same system.

And this kind of magic that is almost not in a system, somehow, Carl inexplicably feels a hint of familiarity.

As a last resort, Carl had to change his ways.

In an instant, a red light hit Dobby's thin body.

The elf's big eyes rolled and he fell straight to the ground.

......

"Let go of Dobby, let go of Dobby, you bad sir!"

Petrified by the petrification spell below his head, Dobby shook his head desperately while shouting desperately at Carl in a spiky voice.

The petrification spell was the only thing Carl could think of to keep Dobby from running away under his nose in a sober condition.

While wands are not required, house-elves need to snap their fingers to cast spells, which is instinctive.

Although the elves who have not deliberately practiced their spell-casting skills have great magical powers, they have almost no actual combat experience and cannot get rid of their dependence on instinct.

This kind of magic between the fingers can no longer be activated when the body is bound in all directions.

At the same time, it also prevents Dobby from constantly punishing himself.

Because in the beginning, Carl just used his magic to conjure a rope to tie Dobby, and whenever he said the above sentence, Dobby desperately smashed his head to the ground.

It has to be said that house-elves are such magical creatures.

At this time, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and in the living room, the Dursleys looked at the little monster in front of them.

Dudley's gaze rarely missed his favorite show playing on the television, while Penny and Vernon sat nervously on the couch, exchanging glances.

Vernon Dursley's eyes flashed with anger, and anyone who was made out of the biggest business in his life would not feel good.

However, he was completely unable to attack, because the balance of power between us and foe was really not in his favor at the moment, Karl, his cousin, Harry, and the freak on the living room carpet who was stiff as a stone for most of his body.

Of course, the most important point is the brown and black wooden stick in Carl's hand.

On the other side, Harry looked at everything in front of him with some confusion, although he didn't know what the punishment would be for using magic outside of school, but he knew the red light just now, Karl obviously used a stun charm, but he didn't receive any punishment, not even a warning letter.

This made him wonder about the implementation of the Ministry of Magic's rule that "underage students are not allowed to use magic outside of school".

However, his attention was soon drawn to another matter.

Compared to half a year ago, when he only knew how to wave his wand and chant spells stupidly, Harry gradually understood some of the basic rules of magic.

Because of this, he knew how difficult it was for Carl's half-body petrification spell.

Not to mention the almost indiscernible speed of the shot and the ability to silently chant the spell, Harry hadn't heard Karl chant the spell, and naturally he didn't know how the spell of Carl's variant of the petrification spell was different from what he knew.

But regardless of whether the spell has changed or not, changing the casting effect of a spell that can already be called perfect according to one's needs is not in itself a realm that can be touched by the school days.

And Carl, by all odds, was only a year older than him.

However, compared to Harry's shock, Karl's heart was much calmer.

He knew exactly what Dobby was here for, and he knew what would happen in the future according to the original trajectory.

On the contrary, it was his arrival that completely changed the direction of the "plot".

Dobby was still screaming, and the cacophony echoed throughout the living room.

Despite doing everything he could to make his expression vicious, the elf's barren vocabulary only led him to describe Carl as a "badass".

And this vicious appearance with big eyes makes people feel a little cute no matter how you look at it.

"I said, can you stop it from making noise! The neighbors will hear it!!"

Vernon Dursley tried his best to suppress his anger and said that God knows how much effort it took him to keep himself from exploding.

"Boy, get this thing quiet!"

Dursley turned to look at Harry and said viciously.

He didn't dare to talk to Carl like this, so he could only make fun of his nephew.

What's more, he clearly remembered that just now, this little thing clearly said that he would not let his nephew go back to that damn school that taught people tricks.

"But ......"

Harry was desperate to be frustrated that he had been lying on the gun for no reason, but he also knew that no matter how much he explained, Uncle Vernon wouldn't listen.

What's more, just now Dobby clearly called out his name.

It can be said that in the eyes of Uncle Vernon, it was because of him that the order was lost.

Although he wanted to say that the whole incident had nothing to do with him, to be honest, even he didn't believe it.

Harry glanced at Karl for help, only to find that the latter was looking at Dobby with interest, as if he had no intention of keeping his mouth shut.

Harry had no choice but to look at Dobby.

"Uh...... That, Dobby—"

Harry said tentatively.

"You bad little gentleman, let Dobby go!"

Dobby's screams still echoed in the living room, glaring at Carl as hard as he could.

"Many—"

"Hurry up Dobby!"

"Dobby, stop!!I have something to ask you!!"

Harry exclaimed.

Dobby finally stopped, looking innocently at Harry.

The living room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to Harry, even the Dursleys and Carl.

Everyone wanted to hear what the boy had to say.

Harry was a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people. He meant to stop Dobby, and he didn't even know what to say next.

I said...... Ahem, that, Dobby......"

Harry thought about it, he did have something to ask.

From beginning to end, he only heard Dobby say that he would not let him go back to Hogwarts, but Dobby never said why.

Right now, Dobby is being controlled by Carl's magic, and it's the perfect time to ask.

"Well, Dobby, why the hell didn't you let me go back to Hogwarts?"

Stunned for a moment, Dobby's eyes looked left and right, looking like he wanted to say something.

Seeing this, Harry was relieved.

He looked at Carl and his cousin, then at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny, and Dudley was rightfully ignored by him.

Truth be told, Harry never imagined that he would one day think about such a question:

Will his uncle and aunt be willing to help him keep it a secret?

Somehow, he realized that he hadn't even worried about Carl.

Maybe he'd considered Carl his friend for a long time, since they first met in Diagon Alley last year.

"Dobby, what the hell is going on?"

Harry didn't want to hesitate any longer.

"There is a conspiracy ......"

Carl couldn't help but be a little bored listening to the familiar lines, and glanced at Voldemort by the way.

The latter glanced at him calmly.

What to watch?

It's not all your pot!

Carl hated it.

Here, Dobby continues:

"Something horrible is going to happen at Hogwarts this year......"

Halfway through the sentence, Dobby began to try to punish himself.

Fortunately, Carl's partial petrification spell worked, and Dobby was completely unable to move, just struggling meaninglessly.

"Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby—"

"Calm down, don't, calm down!"

Seeing this, Karl opened his mouth and yawned.

He could remember the next thing with his eyes closed.

Strange to say, after coming to this world for so many years, the memory of the past life has not diminished at all, but has become clearer and clearer.

At the end of the day, it's because he's too smart.

With Harry's best efforts to reassure him, Dobby finally calmed down.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry spoke, "Dobby, the conspiracy you talked about, follow ...... I mean, has it to do with the mystery man?"

Although it was clear that Voldemort should have been captured and locked up in the wizard's prison at this time, instinctively, Harry thought of the name at the mention of the conspiracy.

As if in mind, Harry noticed that Karl's cousin had taken a look at him.

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