Everyday players at Hogwarts

Harry had never imagined that there could be such a disturbing creature.

What a fuss.

"You said please!"

"Never...never..." the unknown house elf choked.

The slender nose was drooped, almost touching the ground.

But then, Harry thought about why this elf was like this. He must have never been treated like this in his daily life.

Didn’t the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic publish guidelines on the rights of house elves?

"But this law is for abuse. Maybe his dignity was just ignored." Harry thought innocently.

"Then he is definitely not from Sirius's family. No, that's not right. Sirius is good, but his family is said to be all dark wizards." Harry continued to think, he felt a little confused, but this The poor little thing seemed exhausted and kept sobbing.

Perhaps a century later, the unknown house elf said: "Great and respected Harry Potter, I am not sent by the gentleman of the Black family you say."

"Great? I'm just an ordinary 11-year-old wizard."

"Please sit down - uh, please just sit on the grass," Harry said. He suddenly felt that his face must be red.

"Please sit down! Please!" The elf seemed to be about to faint with excitement. "No wizard has ever asked Dobby to sit down - as if he were an equal -"

"Your name is Dobby?" Harry felt that the name seemed familiar, but Dobby had not yet recovered from Harry's words.

Dobby sat there hiccupping, looking like a big ugly baby. Finally he caught himself and stared at Harry with great admiration through his large, tearful eyes.

"What has your master sent you to do?" said Harry.

He understood that house elves cannot run around without the owner's instructions. It is said that even the use of magic requires permission.

"Master?" Dobby trembled, "Oh, no, sir, they don't know...Dobby will give himself the most severe punishment for coming to see you. Dobby will clean the master's house ten times, no, once A hundred times! If they find out, sir——"

"It seems that your master's family is not bad, but how come you came to see me without your master's permission?" Harry looked very knowledgeable.

"Not bad?" Dobby shook his head, then bent down unexpectedly, as if he wanted to hit his head on the ground, but stopped when he was about to hit it, shouting: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" "Dobby is going to punish himself!"

"What's wrong with you?" Harry was confused. For the first time, he felt that just reading a book was not enough. No, this Dobby was completely different from the house elf in the book.

"Dobby almost said something bad about the master, sir..." "The little master ordered me not to torture myself, and told me to clean up the master's house every time I want to torture myself." Dobby's eyes were already a little bit aligned.

Harry understood now that his master was probably not a decent person.

"Is someone trying to attack me?"

"Your master's family?" Harry was keenly aware of Dobby's reason for coming here.

As for why he came here and even disobeyed his master's orders, it might have something to do with his little master.

In Dobby's words, his little master's style of painting was obviously different from theirs.

Maybe his little master admired him very much, and Harry was a little used to it.

The disagreement between their family and their little master led to Dobby's arrival.

"Yes, it must be." Harry thought confidently. This was the confidence of being a superstar in the wizarding world.

Dobby shook his head.

"There is a conspiracy, Harry Potter. There will be a dangerous man at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year." Dobby said in a low voice, suddenly shaking. "Dobby has known about this for some time, sir. Harry Potter can't take any chances. He's too important, sir!"

"Danger? Is Voldemort dangerous?... You should be referring to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... But our school has Dumbledore - the greatest since the founding of Hogwarts. Headmaster." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, probably because Dobby's little master was worried.

He is a child after all, so he probably knows something about what kind of dangerous person this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is.

But as he said, is that professor in danger from Voldemort?

And Harry also knew one thing, Sirius didn't know what to say to him at first, he mentioned it in the letter.

Because of Quirrell's death, Hogwarts saved a large amount of money - Quirrell's salary.

It is estimated that Dumbledore got a taste of the sweetness and wanted to save some money through Voldemort's curse on this course.

After all, although Dumbledore was decent, there was a fox-like cunning hidden beneath his decency.

Just like Harry himself, he was played around in the last school year.

"Harry Potter isn't entirely right."

"Dobby can say no more," said Dobby, wiping his tears with his soiled pillowcase.

"Dobby knows," he croaked, "that Harry Potter met the devil again a few weeks ago... and Harry Potter defeated him again."

"Harry Potter is indeed great, but Harry Potter's life safety is more important than anything else!"

"Dobby wants to protect Harry Potter and send him a message, even if Dobby has to exhaust himself afterward... Dobby wants to say that Harry Potter cannot return to Hogwarts." Dobby used His eyes as big as lightbulbs stared at Harry and said seriously.

"Are you kidding, Ron, Draco is waiting for me at Hogwarts!"

"Assuming that the person you said is dangerous, then I will go to Hogwarts, where my friends can be!" Harry retorted.

"What kind of friend doesn't even write a letter to Harry Potter?" Dobby said slyly.

"They were just playing pranks - wait, what do you mean?" Harry frowned.

"Dobby cannot lie to the great Harry Potter. I have blocked all your letters."

"Although Dobby doesn't know why Harry Potter's use of magic will not be warned by the Ministry of Magic, but if I intercept Harry Potter's letters, you may not want to go to Hogwarts." Dobby wore it from his body He pulled out a thick stack of envelopes from his pillowcase.

"Give me the letter." Harry couldn't help but feel a little angry in his tone.

"Harry Potter, don't be angry with Dobby - Dobby is doing this because of..." Dobby rubbed his feet on the ground, as if he didn't hear Harry's words, "Also, Harry Potter's I hid the gift in the little cupboard in the stairwell.”

"Dobby, you have to understand that you can't stop me from going to Hogwarts."

"Also, that's not a cabinet, it's my former bedroom."

"Now you understand why I want to go to Hogwarts." Harry suddenly lost his desire to get a reply to the letter immediately and patiently explained to Dobby.