Harry's bedroom, which had been quiet for many days, suddenly became lively today.

If there was nothing to do with Harry, the Dursleys had not even gone up to the third floor before, which allowed Harry to spend a few quiet days.

Even the daily meal was brought upstairs by Aunt Penny, outside Harry's door.

Every day when he opened the door, Harry could only see Aunt Penny's back as she fled in a hurry. Aunt Penny's long neck, which often spied on the neighbor's privacy, shrunk like a timid ostrich.

Aunt Petunia could see every day, and after the last intimidation, Dudley and Aunt Fenon, the other two members of the Dursleys, seemed to have disappeared into the house.

If it weren't for the occasional scream of excitement, Harry would have suspected that Aunt Fernon had taken Dudley with him and moved directly to avoid himself.

However, Harry was happy to see Dudley and the others, who used to bully him, and spent his days in the sun, lying in bed, occasionally playing with Hedwig, and eating a small cake specially baked by Aunt Petunia every afternoon...... This kind of happy life is comparable to the life of Hogwarts, and Harry, who is happy and bubbling every day, is almost unable to think of Rig and his friends.

Harry, who had been in a daze for a while, blinked, looked around the room, and found that he was the only one in bed, and everyone else was standing in the doorway and did not come in, and hurriedly beckoned Rig to sit down.

After jumping off the bed in three or two steps, and standing on the ground, Harry felt less rude.

Harry looked at the strange white-haired old man behind Rig, and he smiled shyly, pulling at his messy black hair and tugging at his crumpled pajamas with some embarrassment.

It's been a long time since he's seen anyone, and Harry has long since become a scruffy little boy, proving how real Mrs. Wesley's daily rants at the Burrow are.

Without his mother's urging and yelling, the boys from Wes's house would have to go and be in the company of ghouls, and their whole bodies would be dirty.

Rig, who had been waiting for a while, struggled to pull out a thin figure from behind him, and Dobby's thin claws were still hooked on his legs and refused to let go.

As soon as the strange creature appeared, Aunt Petunia, who was far away at the corner of the stairs, craned her neck to look in, gasped.

The screeching sound of a hot teapot boiling caught the attention of the wizards in the room, and Rig turned his head to look behind him, and Aunt Petunia's gasps stopped abruptly.

Her eyes widened in horror, her eyes rolled nervously, she covered her mouth tightly with her hand, and then watched Rig and them cautiously, stepping back down the stairs.

Rig shook his head helplessly, suspecting that he had scared the family too much last time, but he looked at the large white and soft bed where Harry had just laid, and the warm sunlight fluttered through the window and the finely textured curtains hit the bed...... The room was a perfect place to live, a stark contrast to the last time the Dursleys had found Harry living in a small, dark cupboard.

Looking at Harry again, he hadn't seen him for a few days, and Rig reasonably suspected that Harry had gained at least five pounds.

Rig looked Harry up and down, then Dudley's figure, and he was in awe of Aunt Penny.

Perhaps a pig career is the most suitable career for Aunt Penny, but she has not yet discovered her talent.

Downstairs, for some reason, there was a ping-pong sound, as if someone had knocked something down, and Penny's wail, Dudley's curious shout...... In first grade, Rig knocked down the armor in the hallway, and that was all there was to it.

But none of this has anything to do with this room upstairs.

Rig struggled to drag Dobby inside, and Dobby hung on his lap like an ornament, trying to hide backwards not to be seen by Harry.

Nicola Lemay pulled directly over the only chair in the room and sat down, he had already checked the room without any problems.

Quiet, peaceful, oh, Nicol Lemay blew his beard pleasantly, and this chair under his ass was also comfortable.

Harry looked at the strange house-elf, he was not the unfamiliar Harry Potter of the past, after going to the Hogwarts kitchen a few times, Harry was able to distinguish a little bit of the difference between the house-elves, and recognized one or two elves who often roasted his chicken legs.

"Hello?"

Harry looked at this curiously, dressed in old clothes, like a house-elf he had never seen before.

Dobby's moist eyes stared blankly at Harry Potter, whose eyes were already big, and now they widened in surprise, and they looked bigger than tennis balls.

"Dear Harry Potter, the great Harry Potter, actually spoke to Dobby!

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Tears of excitement rolled down its eyes and ticked onto the glossy floor that Aunt Petunia had carefully dragged on.

Rig and Nicolamay, who had been silent for a long time, looked at each other, if it was Dobby acting before, then his acting skills were too good at this time.

Harry had only said a word to Dobby, and the house-elf was about to faint with excitement, and when he found Harry to wipe his tears with paper, he was even more moved to cry.

Nicolame looked at Dobby for a while, then at Rig, and he shook his head slightly at Rig, even with Nicolamay's experience, he didn't see Dobby's flaws.

"I'm Harry Potter......" Harry finally found the only roll of tissues in the room, he tore open a section and handed it to Dobby.

Dobby's teary eyes dimly saw Harry Potter's outstretched hand, and its crying suddenly stopped.

Rig also took advantage of Dobby's crying time to stand next to Mr. Nicol, and he whispered to Nicol Lemay to discuss Harry's condition, confirming that Harry was indeed unharmed and in good condition, and then he was completely relieved.

Dobby only paused for a second, though, and before Harry could react, the house-elf's tears flowed like a screwed faucet, and Dobby's tears fell to the ground in a hurry, quickly forming a small puddle.

Rig and Nicolame were amazed by this, they were both self-proclaimed tough guy characters, they couldn't get out of the line of fire with minor injuries, and went directly to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital with serious injuries, and it was rare to see people crying like this.

"I guess I don't need to introduce it?" Rig pointed at Harry, "This is Harry Potter the Savior." ”

Harry was a little uncomfortable with the title, and he pulled back his bangs, which had grown a lot.

"It's Dobby, a house-elf." Dobby's tears were still flowing, and he couldn't say a word.

"This is my teacher, Nicol Lemay."