Spell Players at Hogwarts

"It's not Harry Potter's fault."

In front of Hedwig's birdcage, a slightly high-pitched voice reached Harry's ears.

This made Harry nod subconsciously, it was obviously Hedwig's fault.

Harry put his finger in, and Hedwig, who seemed to be aware of Harry's unusual mood, was not polite to her little master.

How dare this stupid wizard question an owl?

It’s true that a cat can’t stand a three-headed dog.

Hedwig took the initiative and pecked Harry's finger with her sharp beak.

"Oh, hey Hedwig, bad bird!"

Harry woke up suddenly and pulled his finger back, but as a bird of prey, red blood still flowed out from the wound.

"Goo!"

Hedwig spread her wings at Harry aggressively. If it weren't for the fact that there was no real thing, Hedwig would have to let Harry see how she could break the mouse's cervical spine in one fell swoop.

"Bad bird!"

A high-pitched voice suddenly amplified, "How dare you hurt the great...Harry Potter!"

Hearing this voice, Harry immediately woke up.

Is there anyone else in their room?

"Who is it?" Harry stood up suddenly, "Who is here!"

The owner of the voice seemed to be frightened, and then disappeared as if half dead.

Harry pulled out his wand and then glanced around the room. With a squeaking sound, Harry quickly locked the wardrobe on the left side of the door.

"In addition to your weapons, retreat three feet from the enemy, the water is as clear as a spring, and you faint..."

Harry silently recited the contents of "The Granger Duel Bible: Potter's Customized Edition" and recalled the short stories about dark wizards told in the book.

In the wizarding world, hearing strange noises is never a good sign.

Well, maybe it’s because of my own spirit...ah!

The moment he opened the door, Harry was shocked. There were such...such creatures in the world that were even less lovable than Dudley.

Can't tell what color the skin is.With a texture similar to mud, the eyeballs protruded like light bulbs and looked as if they were about to fall out.

The long pointed nose and huge wind-catching ears look very similar...

"Goblin, you are Gringotts..."

Harry paused, recalling the appearance of the goblins in Gringotts.

Although it still looks unsightly, and even a bit sinister, no goblin would appear in front of other creatures wrapped in a dirty pillowcase.

However, after denying the identity of the goblin, Harry's attitude became visibly heated.

He knew this creature.

"Are you... Lynch's house elf?" Harry couldn't help but ask. He had long heard that Lynch had a dedicated house elf to serve him, but he had never seen it.

"Dobby...Dobby..."

Dobby seemed surprised that Harry found himself, in the face of Harry's questioning, and according to the basic principles of house elves, he should be very proud to blow himself up.

but……

"Bad...Dobby!"

bang~

The wardrobe made a dull banging sound, like a hammer on Harry's heart.

What is this ratio doing?

Harry was a little confused. When he came to his senses, Dobby had already smashed the wardrobe five or six times.

"Oh no, my God, what are you doing, stop, I order you, stop!"

Harry hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Dobby, but when he thought of his identity, maybe he should be petrified at this time...

No!

Harry thought a little frustrated, but in the face of Dobby's behavior, Harry still rushed forward regardless of his own safety.

"Bad Dobby...Bad Dobby..."

The house elf was still shouting, and Harry used local materials to wrap him up in a ball of unwashed quilt.

"Dudley's TV should be off."

In the living room downstairs, Uncle Vernon, who had just sat down, looked a little ugly, but he had to put on a smile.

This boy is dead, I say so!

After begging for mercy, I walked with heavy steps, and ashes rained down from the small cupboard.

"Stop moving, don't move!"

Listening to the footsteps outside, Harry hurriedly stuffed the balled-up Dobby into the closet and closed the closet door.

"What are you doing kid!"

The door was opened, and Uncle Vernon's face as red as pig liver was right in front of him.

His eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment Harry knew that he would no longer have to go downstairs to eat white potato bread and the like for half a month in the future.

Although this is very bad for the teeth, I'm sorry Hermione, there's nothing I can do about it.

Harry thought melancholy, the only impact would probably be that he wouldn't be able to go out for the next week, right?

"Nothing, sir."

Harry responded very calmly, "This wardrobe... the door is broken, and I am planning to repair it."

"Stop playing tricks, kid!" Vernon looked very angry, but when he thought of the Masons below...

"I should have known. Everything you use here belongs to us. Get it done as soon as possible and don't make any damn noises."

"I see."

"Listen, kid, if you dare to cause any trouble at this time, you will be dead. Do you understand?"

Vernon grabbed Harry's collar with his hands and lifted him away from the closet. Then the door was opened smoothly. In addition to a layer of shriveled quilts, on the floor behind Vernon, a figure with protruding eyes stood out. Appeared on the ground.

"Ah, I see!"

Harry quickly agreed, then put his left hand on the closet door.

"What are you doing, kid?" Vernon looked over reflexively. Taking this opportunity, Harry thrust out the wand with his right hand.

"Expelliarmus, I mean... today is really important, huh!"

Harry nodded, and at the same time, Dobby's body hit the door panel with a dull sound.

Harry patted the closet door and said, "Well, I'll take care of it."

"As soon as possible!" Uncle Vernon glared at Harry fiercely, and then pushed Harry away.

Just when Harry was worried about whether Uncle Vernon would find Dobby, Dobby himself disappeared through the door.

"Ran?"

bang~

The door was slammed shut, and Harry couldn't help but start to worry.

A crazy house elf broke into his home and used magic. What was the second warning?

By the way, this should be regarded as self-defense.

"Harry Potter used magic outside of school..."

A sharp and strange voice reached Harry's ears, and when he looked up, he found Dobby looking at him with surprise on his face.

"what?"

Harry couldn't believe it, "Are you happy?"

"Harry Potter used magic outside of school. According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school."

"That's you trying to attack Uncle Vernon!" Harry yelled a little angrily, "You were actually sent here by Digory to attack me!"

"Dobby was just trying to protect Harry Potter!"

Speaking of this, Dobby immediately puffed up his chest.

"You call this protection?" Harry felt a little unable to keep up with the house elf's thoughts and even laughed a little angrily at him.

"No matter what... Dobby... Dobby cannot let Harry Potter return to Hogwarts."

"You were indeed sent by Digory." Harry's face darkened. On the one hand, he was thinking about how he should take revenge, and on the other hand, this house elf who came to cause trouble...

"Dobby is not Diggory's elf... Dobby... Dobby can't tell his master's name, bad Dobby..."

Dobby yelled, then reached out a hand to grab the lamp and smashed it on his head.

"Bad Dobby... unexpectedly attacked Harry Potter's family. Bad Dobby..."

I have to admit that Dobby's series of self-casting spells really taught Harry a lesson.

On the correct way to open an apology.

"Hey, stop, stop... you can't die yet..." Harry tried to stop Dobby, but after seeing the wand in his hand...

"Tongtong Petrochemical!"

Harry suddenly took action, and the blue light instantly illuminated Dobby's body. Dobby, who had been punishing himself, suddenly turned gray, but then, like a light bulb bursting, a weak The explosion sounded behind Dobby.

How to describe that scene?

Countless envelopes spurted out from under Dobby's shabby quilt. They flew into the sky and landed all over the room. Among them, Harry saw several particularly familiar notes.

For example, dear Qiu Zhang...etc.

"You...intercepted my letter?" Harry stared at the petrified figure on the ground with wide eyes.

Although I don’t know how many letters there are, there are at least two envelopes with Qiu’s notes written on them!

"Sure enough, you were sent here by Cedric." Harry's face turned completely dark. He raised his wand and carefully recalled in his mind what magic should be used to deal with the scene in front of him.

Anyway, I am destined to be warned, so if I continue to hide it...

slap~

With a burst of air, Dobby, who had secretly escaped the control of magic, suddenly appeared on the bed behind Harry.

Harry, who was originally surprised by Dobby's escape, was shocked by Dobby's move.

Good guy!

If I knew how to do this, I would have just beaten Cedric in the grade challenge.

"Dobby, Dobby thinks that as long as Harry Potter doesn't receive letters from his friends, Harry Potter..."

"Leave these words to the Ministry of Magic, flying sand and rocks!" Harry roared, and then with a flying sand and rocks, he successfully blew up the bed he had slept on for more than a month.

There was only a thud, and the bed frame fell to the floor with a muffled sound, accompanied by the vibration of the air cannon exploding, like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide drum.

Dobby was startled, and then suddenly appeared at the door like a flash.

"Dobby is for Harry Potter!"

"For me, and then let Hogwarts expel me, and then secretly intercepted my letters?" Harry's eyes turned red, recalling his days at Hogwarts.

The care of professors, the love between classmates, and the fun of fighting wits and courage with the enemy...

Ahem, it’s actually not much fun.

But since you won't let me go back to Hogwarts, what else is there to talk about between us?

Harry was silent, his eyes red.

What should you do when facing an enemy?

Stay vigilant, seize the opportunity, strike decisively, and kill with one strike!

"Passed out!"

Seeing Dobby lowering his head hesitantly, Harry immediately seized the opportunity. He wanted to subdue this little thing and then hand him over to the Aurors.

In this way, he can be cleared of using magic outside of school, and secondly, he can return to the wizarding world early.

You know, he has paid the room fee for a whole year in the Tmall store and is a VIP user.

How could the Dursleys be as happy as being in a tavern and seeing Autumn.

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through Harry's mind. Although they might not be that specific, they were roughly the same.

fuck him!

Dry!

Is it ok?

Row!

this kind.

But Dobby is obviously not an ordinary elf. As a special house elf with a highly awakened self-awareness, although he still follows the rules of serving wizards, since Harry is not the master, he cannot resist or dodge.

Dobby was sobbing and wiping his tears, loudly reciting the crimes he had committed today.

The red magic beam hit the corridor floor, and a dark, slightly burnt hole seemed to have opened in Harry's heart.

Ah this...

Harry was a little suffocated. He could almost hear Uncle Vernon's roar and Aunt Petunia...

"Uh... don't run!"

Before he had time to think about it, he saw Dobby running out. Naturally, Harry couldn't let the culprit (certainly) escape.

At worst, I can exchange some pounds for compensation myself?

Harry raised his wand and jumped over the messy ground.

Dobby kept dodging.

"Harry Potter cannot return to Hogwarts!"

"Don't run!"

"Dobby is doing this for Harry Potter's own good!"

bang~

"More than……"

"Whatever Potter you love, whatever Potter you like, as long as you stand still, I will promise you."

Harry: (｀⌒′メ)

Dobby: Σ(°△°|||)︴

"Harry Potter had no intention of saying yes to Dobby," the house elf screamed, dodging Harry's stun spell.

Although Dobby seems a little crazy, thinking about it... Dobby is not stupid at all.

Harry: ヽ(#`Д′)ノ—fainted!

……

"Probably... the TV is called Harry."

Looking at the shaking ceiling, Uncle Vernon forced a smile to the Masons.

Little Alvin Mason's mouth opened in surprise.

"The crystal lamp seems to be falling down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint red light flashed away, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling fell to the ground, leaving only a charred mark above it.

"Ah this..."

The Dursleys sat numbly on the sofa with their mouths agape, while the Masons also had faces full of horror and anger.

"Are there any terrorists hiding upstairs in your house?"

Mrs. Mason held little Alvin in her arms and trembled, "Just for a batch of drilling rigs?"