HP Magic Biography

Harry, who lives on Privet Drive, feels that this holiday should not be too bad.

Ever since returning from Hogwarts, the Dursleys' dislike for him had increased by an unknown number of percentage points.

Or are they eager to die outside?

Harry always thinks like this sometimes.

All of Harry's things were hidden by the Dursleys, even though Harry knew they were locked there.

But Crazy Uncle Dursley would check in there every day when he came back, and during the day, Aunt Petunia wouldn't let him out at all. Harry was not even allowed to use the toilet on the first floor, and Harry could only stay in his small room doing nothing every day.

But the good news is that due to the release of the foot ban, Harry has a lot less housework than before.

Compared with these, Harry wants to finish his summer homework as soon as possible. As soon as he thought of Hermione's terrifying eyes and Snape's sneer, Harry felt that he had no good way out.

Speaking of Hermione, it has to be said that Harry didn't hear from anyone throughout the holiday, Ron, Hermione, and Van Lin. Even Harry's birthday today, there is no news.

But looking at the scene in front of him, Harry had to get through the immediate crisis first. Harry looked at the abnormal house-elf in horror. Harry didn't know what he said wrong. This damn house-elf was banging its head on Harry's desk frantically.

Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!

Come on - what are you doing? Harry hissed, jumping up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed. Accompanied by a loud hiss, Heiwei woke up and flapped his wings against the railing of the cage vigorously.

Sir, Dobby must punish himself, said the elf, its eyes becoming slightly squinted.

Dobby was in the service of a wizarding family.

Dobby is the genie of a house—duty to serve a house and a family forever...

Do they know you're here? Harry asked curiously.

Oh no, sir, no .

But won't they know you put your ear on the oven door? Sir, Dobby guesses they do. Dobby always has to punish himself for something, sir. They don't care if Dobby goes on. Keep doing it. Sometimes they remind me to do some extra penalties...

But why don't you leave? Run away? Harry didn't understand Dobby's thinking.

An elf must not be set free, sir. The family will never set Dobby free... Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir... Dobby sobbed, and it looked like he was crying sad.

Harry's eyes widened.

Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Harry said apologetically, seeing Dobby so sad, Harry blamed himself very much.

Offend Dobby! the elf choked up. Dobby has never been apologized by a wizard...like a peer...

Your master is really bad! Harry said angrily, They shouldn't have done this to you.

In Harry's opinion, Dobby was no better than a former slave.

Yes. Dobby replied habitually, but immediately he realized what he had said.

Bad Dobby, bad Dobby...

Dobby kept yelling, holding a desk lamp in his hand and smashing it on his ugly nose.

Give him to me!

Harry snatched it over, not knowing what he had done wrong again.

No, Harry Potter. Dobby backed away, Dobby spoke ill of Master,

Dobby had to punish himself, as a house-elf should be.

The dull knocking sound sounded from Harry's room again.

Harry felt like he was going to be driven insane by the bloody house-elf.

Stop it, damn it... I tell you to stop! Harry found his own wand from there.

PetificusTotalus (total petrification)!

The world has finally calmed down. Today is an important day for the Dursleys to entertain customers, and Harry doesn't want to be hungry for a while.

Hey, listen to me. If you don't want to cause any trouble, I hope you can sit down for a while.

Harry seemed to be talking to himself, just now he wanted to lift Dobby's spell, but the situation in front of him caught him off guard.

Dobby lifted Harry's spell himself, crying more and more, and hitting his head against the cabinet more and more.

That kid Dudley must have forgotten to turn off the TV. I'll go up and have a look. Uncle Dursley's voice came up from downstairs, and Harry groaned inwardly.

Quick! To the wardrobe! Harry hissed, shoving Dobby in, closing the cupboard door when the handle swung open.

What the hell are you doing? Uncle Vernon said through gritted teeth, bringing his face close to Harry's.

Sorry. Harry pushed his glasses, looking very nervous at the moment.

Just then, the wardrobe door opened.

Seeing this, Harry quickly closed the door of the cupboard. But it didn't work, Dobby always wanted to come out of the closet.

Uncle Vernon looked suspiciously at the wardrobe, and Harry could see the disappearance of dinner from Uncle Vernon's eyes.

As you can see, Uncle Vernon. Harry pushed hard on the wardrobe door.

There's something wrong with this closet door.

Damn it. Uncle Vernon didn't have time to think so much, and there was a deep disgust in his tone of voice.

As soon as possible... fix this damn door for me. Vernon's face was in a sauce-purple state.

You know, everything you use is ours, boy! If something goes wrong with this wardrobe, you won't have dinner for a week.

Okay... yes, Uncle Vernon. Harry stammered, thankful that Vernon didn't check the cabinet.

You know what you just spoiled the good part of my conversation. Vernon grabbed Harry by the collar with one hand.

...if you make any more noise, you're dead, kid!

After speaking, Vernon pushed Harry a little, straightened his clothes with his hands, and put on that ugly smile again. He will continue to receive the Masons.

Accompanied by the sound of the door closing heavily, Harry felt relieved, and immediately lay down on the bed, gasping for breath.

Harry was very suspicious at the moment, whether he had a fake birthday, luckily the dinner didn't go to waste, this might be the best news.