Chapter 63: Dobby, the house-elf

"Tell me what you mean!" Harry didn't put down his chair, though the monster didn't look like it was going to attack. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But if he dared to put down his chair carelessly, once George knew, he would be punished for running ten laps around the campus. What's even more terrifying is that when he is running, Malfoy will definitely laugh at him behind his back.

"Harry Potter!" the monster screamed, and could be heard downstairs, "Dobby has been looking forward to seeing you, sir, and it's an honor." ”

"Don't interrupt, tell me what you mean. Harry's voice was cold, if it was to face an ordinary person, he would not be so rude. But a magical creature that suddenly appeared out of nowhere with unknown intentions, he had to protect himself, especially if he was already determined to fight Voldemort.

Harry's indifference seemed to finally make the monster find its rhythm, and it humbly said, "Dobby, sir, my name is Dobby, and I'm a house elf. ”

Harry continued to be wary of the house-elf named Dobby, and he didn't speak. His training taught him that it would make it easier for the other person to say the next message.

"House-elves are slaves to their masters, forever serving a wizarding family and never disobeying their masters' orders. The little monster said.

"Who is your master?" Harry immediately grabbed the key information revealed by the little monster and asked.

The little monster shuddered, "Oh, Dobby can't name his master, and they don't know Dobby is here." Dobby needs to punish himself harshly for disobeying his master's orders, and Dobby is going to stick his head in the fireplace. ”

Dobby's punishment made Harry feel a little sick, "You don't dare to name your master, you're definitely not from my friend's house." Hermione's parents were normal people, and Ron told me about their whole family, and I knew all the rats in his house. George wouldn't have any men like you. ”

Harry remembered the last time George's raven came to deliver a letter to him, and George didn't choose the owl he usually used as a messenger even with his pets. Instead, he uses a raven, and his eyes are vivid all the time, as if he has become a raven.

Harry could tell at a glance that the raven had a strong George's personal style, George's personal imprint. Although he still prefers his Hedwig, he has to admit that George's raven is indeed too handsome.

Harry picked up the stool in his hand and slowly moved towards the door, not daring to let his guard down, the little monster in front of him was not from the house of anyone he knew.

"House-elves are slaves of their master's house and will not disobey the orders of their master's house. Since you're not from my friend's house, then most likely you're from my enemy's house, and you're afraid to name Voldemort?" Harry said, leaning closer to the door.

As soon as the little monster made a move, he immediately rushed downstairs and took out his wand, and by this time he could not care about any prohibitions.

The little monster covered his ears with his hands, "Ah, sir, don't say that name, don't say that name!"

"Bang" Harry slammed the door open, slammed it shut, and then rushed downstairs like crazy, and bumped into Uncle Vernon as he went downstairs.

Vernon was angry that he was downstairs telling a wonderful story about a key point when he was interrupted by Harry. He knew he had to warn this kid who didn't know what to do. "Whose do you think you're eating, drinking, you damn thing that no one wants. ”

Vernon lowered his voice and walked towards Harry, who could care what this fat man was going to do? Voldemort's house-elf had been killed, he had to get his wand, he had to be ready to escape. He pushed Vernon away, and thanks to George's nourishment and the good food of the Academy, Harry had grown into a half-young man.

Although he has recently lost some weight when he returns to the privet road, his trained physical strength is not small, and at this time he is anxious and afraid that he will not care about anything else. Shoving Uncle Vernon to the ground, Harry rushed to the cabinet under the stairs, smashed open the glass, and dragged his luggage out.

With the wand in hand, Harry's heart finally stabilized a little, and the house-elf of Voldemort's family did not chase after him.

Uncle Vernon was still sitting on the ground in a daze, he looked incredulous, how dare this kid? Although he disappeared for a year last year and came back as a terrible wizard, he was still only an eleven-year-old imp.

How dare he? This little imp has been acting so cowardly lately, just like the previous eleven years, no matter how much he was beaten and scolded, he could only bear it. On weekdays, this little ghost has been scolded and does not dare to resist, but now how dare he? Vernon felt a burst of anger in his heart, and almost rushed to kill this little ghost, this little ghost who dared to disobey himself.

Before Vernon could stand up, he watched as Harry rushed to the cabinet under the stairs like a ghost, smashed open the glass with a vicious face, dragged out his suitcase, and took out a swarthy stick.

Vernon's anger vanished. He felt like he was in the middle of summer, and someone had been splashed with a whole bucket of snow with ice slag on it. Before he could vent his anger, it was as if he had been sucked into a black hole and completely disappeared. All he felt was a bucket of snow water dripping from head to toe, and not only did he chill all over his body, but also the ice slag stung his skin.

It was only then that he finally remembered the most terrible fear he had buried deep in his heart, "He's a monster, even if he's only eleven years old, monsters don't have any age." ”

He finally felt terrible about his previous behavior and regretted it, "How could I be stupid enough to provoke this monster, he would turn our whole family into a roast suckling pig, and then cut it off one by one, and eat it bite by bite." ”

For a moment, the room fell silent.

Vernon only felt that the little man with the glasses in front of him had become a demon, and he might be thinking about how to kill us. At the thought of this, Vernon did not dare to make any sound. All he wanted was that the monster would be distracted by something else.

Dudley saw his father sitting on the ground, and he tried to step forward to help him up, but when he saw Harry, he could only huddle in the corner and tremble, he didn't dare to step forward.

Dudley knew that Harry was no longer the little bean that he could bully at will. He disappeared for a whole year last year, and when he came back, he had gone from a thin little bean to a sturdy half-young man. If it weren't for the exact scar on his forehead and the same black-rimmed glasses, Dudley would have barely recognized him.