Surrey County, Little Whinging District, Privet Road.

The road was lined with boxy, well-behaved buildings, and all the houses looked much the same, and the Vernon Dursleys lived at 4 Privet Road, neat and orderly, without anything strange or unusual.

At least...... There is no indication that there will be three wizards at the same time.

On the second floor of the Dursley's house, Harry's bedroom.

Syllable.

Just as Harry and his godfather had just discussed their plans for the next summer cohabitation, and were about to leave the bedroom and head downstairs to the dining room to help Harry's Aunt Petunia prepare dinner, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling from the bed.

"Stand back, Harry, stand behind me. ”

Before Harry could react, Sirius Black quickly drew his wand and quickly blocked in front of him.

"Answer my question, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Sirius Black looked warily at the figure that had suddenly appeared in the room, and shouted.

Although it is generally accepted in the wizarding world that not many Death Eaters will continue to follow Voldemort since Voldemort's reign has gone, Black, who has been in Azkaban for nearly a decade, knows that there are many die-hard lunatics among the Death Eaters, in addition to the wall grass similar to that of some of the Malfoy family.

"Wait, Blake, don't do it...... That person seems to be ......"

Harry, who was unexpectedly pulled behind him by his godfather, poked his head out and looked at the mysterious visitor lying on the bed in his bedroom, slightly stunned, with pale yellow hair and fluffy Slytherin wizard robes...... It's -

"Draco, why are you here?!"

Harry cried out in surprise, walked past Sirius Black, walked straight to Draco, grabbed his hand, pulled him up from his bed, and hugged Malfoy like a brother.

Draco Lucius's son, Draco Malfoy?

Sirius Black looked at the pale boy not far away, frowning heavily.

As the godfather of Harry Potter, in addition to the investigation of the Dursleys, after he was released from prison, he learned more about the life of Harry Jr. on the Hogwarts campus in the past year, and he was naturally no stranger to this Malfoy child.

Strictly speaking, Draco was even his cousin.

After all, Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, happens to be Sirius Black's cousin, although neither Black nor Malfoy seem to take this blood relationship too seriously - in order to maintain the status of pure-blood families, most pure-blood families in the wizarding world will have some kind of in-law relationship with each other.

"Because it's your birthday, Potter......"

Draco Malfoy stood upright, shook off Harry's arm over his shoulder, and stared into his eyes.

"But before that, I'm going to ask you a question before I decide if I want to send you birthday wishes - why do I write to you every day, but you haven't replied to me any of them?!"

"It may sound incredible, but you have to listen to me. ”

In the face of Draco Malfoy's aggressive questioning, Harry brushed his hair and said with some anxiety.

"In the past month, all your letters to me have been intercepted by a house-elf, and my uncle has only allowed me to send letters out once, and if I want to release Hedwig again, I can only do so when I reply to you......"

"Oh, is it, a house-elf who spends all day around your house and intercepts your letter?"

Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow and snorted noncommittally.

"yes. ”

Harry nodded helplessly, and replied dejectedly.

Although he didn't know much about house-elves, magical creatures that only appeared in ancient wizarding families, but because he knew a little about his experience at Hogwarts in the past year, Harry really couldn't think of which wizarding family's students he had offended, so much so that the other party sent a house-elf to cut off the connection between him and his friends.

Of course, Harry himself knew that such a thing, unless he saw it with his own eyes, was hardly very convincing.

Ignoring Harry's somewhat depressed mood, Malfoy raised an eyebrow and asked nonchalantly.

"You just said ...... Your uncle allowed you to send a letter out, did you ask your eldest sister for help?"

"No, how did I know at the time that something like this was going to happen. The first time, of course, I wrote to you as agreed. ”

As he spoke, Harry subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the godfather behind him, who was about to stop talking, and after thinking about it, he chose to try to explain it himself first - the only witness was still the house-elf of his godfather's house, which didn't seem so convincing.

"But if I'm right, most of the letters I sent you were intercepted by the elf named Dobby. ”

"Wait, more...... than?"

Draco Malfoy, who had been a little happy when he heard the first half of the sentence, suddenly looked stunned and frowned suddenly.

"How do you know who intercepted your letter? I mean, the elf's name ......."

"Actually, I'm not sure, but that little guy keeps saying "Dobby wants to protect Harry Potter", "Dobby is doing this for Mr. Potter's good", "Mr. Potter wants to listen to Dobby...... So I guess he should be called that. ”

Harry replied weakly, spreading his hands helplessly.

Dobby? How can it be Dobby? Is it the same name or is it pronounced similar?

The confusion on Draco Malfoy's face became more apparent, and after a moment of silence, he asked softly.

"What does that house-elf look like—no, they all look the same—well, Harry, do you remember what kind of 'clothes' that stumbled on your letters?!"

I don't know if it was intentional or not, Draco Malfort accentuated his tone on the 'clothes' at one time.

"Uh. Harry thought for a few seconds, then said with some uncertainty, "I didn't see it too clearly, but I remember it looked like it was wearing an old white-washed pillowcase, and by the way, it had some scars on its ears - what, Draco, do you know whose house-elf this is? I almost forgot, you must have been to some wizarding house......

"I ......"

Draco Malfoy was speechless for a moment, and his mind was in a state of confusion.

There was no doubt that Harry's description would be their house-elf nine times out of ten.

But - how can it be Dobby?!

In the entire Malfoy Manor, there are only three wizards who can command Dobby, and apart from himself, only his father Lucius Malfoy and mother Narcissa Malfoy can command Dobby.

It's just that Draco Malfoy really can't understand why his parents did this, and he doesn't know how to answer Harry next, knowing that he was originally going to come over to ask for guilt, but now he said this-

"Well, of course he knows the house-elf who intercepted your envelope. ”

At that moment, Harry and Draco suddenly heard a cold snort of disdain in their ears.

Sirius Black walked over with a blank face, pulled his godson away from Draco's side, looked Draco Malfoy up and down very slowly, and said coldly.

"Because, that's the Malfoy family, the house-elf of their own family—if I hadn't shown up today, would you have thought that you could be Harry's only friend with this little means?! ”

"No, it's not, I don't really know ......"

Draco Malfoy's eyes widened sharply, and he quickly defended himself in a bit of panic.

He felt himself trembling, not afraid of the menacing Sirius Black, but suddenly having a complex emotion of powerlessness, fear, and anger that he had been deceived by his parents, misunderstood by his friends, and unable to even justify it.

"Enough, I don't want to listen to the Malfoys' quibbles. Now, get out of here!"

Blake narrowed his eyes and interrupted Draco's words directly, looking condescendingly at the little wizard in front of him.

"It's Harry's birthday, don't force me to cast a curse on you - for the sake of your cousin, I'm not going to pursue your design of Harry this time, but stay away from Harry in the future!"

"I ......"

A blush of shame appeared on Draco Malfoy's face, clenched the unfinished birthday letter in his hand, gritted his teeth hard, took a deep breath, and directly opened Blake's finger pointing at his nose, and said word by word.

"I didn't send Dobby to intercept Harry's envelope, I swear by the Malfoys! And what happened in the middle of this, I'll find out for myself later! As for the school affairs, it's not your turn for now!"

"I'm sorry, I was worried about your situation, and I secretly came here to celebrate your birthday......"

Immediately afterward, Draco turned his head to look at Harry, who was stunned, and pursed his lips with an unnatural expression.

"Anyway, it's good if you're okay...... Then I'll go back first...... Hmm, that'...... Hedwig, can you lend me first, and I'll write to the eldest sister's Hogwarts Round-faced Fat Chicken Express to send me back to Malfoy Manor......"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think so. ”

Harry relieved himself and replied without being tactful at all.

Draco was slightly stunned, and let out a long, slow sigh, a hint of loss on his face.

Harry walked past his godfather again and walked over to Draco, looking at his grey eyes with great seriousness.

"It's my birthday party tonight, and if you're gone, there's no way to blow out the candles with me, and I don't want to have a rare birthday celebration with a friend and leave before I have been at home for a few minutes. ”

"Harry, that elf ......" Blake frowned, and couldn't help but remind again.

"I know it's a Malfoy elf, but what does that matter?"

Harry Potter nodded quickly and replied in a firm tone.

"I trust Draco, he's not going to be who you say he is. Besides, he's already my first friend in the wizarding world, and my best friend at Hogwarts, and I'd be sorry I wouldn't have him on my birthday. ”

"Even if it...... He's a Slytherin?"

As if suddenly something came to mind, Sirius Black said in a leisurely tone.

Harry turned his head to look at his godfather, who was more than half a head taller than himself, and plucked up the courage to respond earnestly.

"No matter what college he belongs to, a friend is a friend. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw...... It doesn't matter which college it is, this is what the eldest sister has been saying, and it is also something we have always believed. ”

“...... Well, I see. ”

Sirius Black raised an eyebrow and glanced at Harry's green eyes.

"You are truly the son of Lily and Jaime, exactly like your parents, and have inherited all the virtues of your father's and mother's personalities...... Jaime will be proud of you, and you will surpass your father. ”

"As for you, boy...... You just said you sneaked out?"

Sirius turned his head to look at Draco standing beside Harry, and pursed his lips.

How did he sound so excited and familiar with this script from an old, pure-blooded wizarding family?

If you think about it carefully, because she insisted on being friends with Potter, Lily, and Lupin, she finally had to completely break with her family, and even her name was removed from the family tapestry by her gentle and lovely old mother, isn't this such a person?

A thoughtful look flashed in Sirius Black's eyes as he looked at Draco standing in front of him.

In that case, why don't you ...... I'll help him again.

"Malfoy, well, I mean Draco," Sirius Black paused for two seconds and asked seriously, "after tonight's dinner, Harry will be going to stay at my house for a while, if you don't know how to get home and face Lucius's stinky face for a while...... Considering that your mother used to live in the old house for a while?"

You know, the mansion at 12 Grimmauld Place has been kept under almost all the secrecy known to the wizarding world.

It could not be plotted on the map, and was invisibly enchanted, and all windows except the main door were allowed to enter, and all windows were sealed off from the outside through which they could enter.

In other words, apart from the Black family, there was hardly anyone to visit.

Sirius Black smashed his mouth and walked towards the living room downstairs with his shoulders around the two boys with an excited expression.

If Lucius Malfoy had found out that his son had suddenly run away from home, and he had disappeared somewhere, his expression would have been wonderful—something to look forward to.

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