Everyday players at Hogwarts

Harry never thought that there would be such a distressing little monster.

So pitiful.

What kind of creature are house elves?

The magical creature in Ron's mouth that takes pleasure in serving others?

Or in the books, house elves are servants of wizards, usually existing in ancient wizard families living in exquisite residences such as manors. They must obey all the requirements of their masters, that is, family members, unless they are freed.

But Dobby was different from what was mentioned in the books and from Ron's mouth.

He is like a child who has not grown up but serves others as a slave.

No vacation, no dignity, and even the possibility of abuse.

Harry's eyes softened, and he saw the shadow of his former self in this little monster, the one who was still three or four years old, didn't know how to resist, was wronged, and only knew how to endure cold violence.

"Dobby, your little master just asked you to change the punishment to the number of times you clean your master's house, but there is no rule that it must be completed in one go." Harry suggested.

"Oh, Dobby intercepted Harry Potter's letter and hid his gift. But Harry Potter is still worried about Dobby... Dobby has long known your greatness, sir, but your kindness , Dobby didn’t understand before..." Dobby said coquettishly.

Then, for some reason, he suddenly panicked and thrust the letter into Harry's hand, "Harry Potter, it's time for Dobby to go."

"If you must go to Hogwarts, beware of strangers!"

"Dobby?" Before Harry could say anything else, there was a loud crack, and there was only air left in front of Harry's eyes.

Was his master calling him?

Harry couldn't help but feel a little confused, and immediately checked the letter.

On the other side, in the gap between the sharp points of time and space, the gap between the phantoms, where the wizard could not observe, a dark place filled with strong squeezes from all directions suddenly lit up a beam of light.

Just when Dobby was about to leave here and show up at Malfoy Mansion, a shining human figure appeared in front of Dobby.

Here, time and space have lost their meaning, and there is no conventional medium for transmitting sound.

But a clear voice still sounded in Dobby's ears.

It was the most amazing feeling.

Dobby felt light and airy, and the thoughts and worries in his mind were swept away, leaving only a hazy, invisible and intangible joy.

Then, that voice echoed in a distant corner of his empty head: "Then why did you give up admonishing Harry Potter like that?"

Dobby was immersed in indescribable joy, and his brain automatically recalled the words: "Harry Potter defeated the mysterious man one-on-one! If Harry Potter really had to go to Hogwarts, Dobby wouldn't Stop it, Dobby has already hinted that the teacher of his course is in danger, and Harry Potter also understands!"

The humanoid nodded and disappeared as silently as before.

And Dobby also returned to the Malfoy family mansion in the next second.

Calculating the time, it is the same as the normal time it would take for Harry's family to get here.

The time in between seemed to have been stolen, and Dobby didn't notice it, as if nothing happened.

This humanoid is Ryan. Although with the current level 6 'thinking', Ryan can figure out the reason why Dobby is different from the original world line, even in the slightest.

But there is no sense of participation.

Ryan can't help but have the desire to appear holy in front of others.

Logically speaking, there is no way to stop the disembodiment spell except through the anti-disapparation spell.

After it is activated, no one can insert into the void without physically contacting the shifter, but Ryan can, and can even adjust the time there.

After Ryan understood that he had this ability, he finally used it on Dobby today.

While Ryan was still immersed in the pleasure of appearing in front of his favorite childhood character, Harry, who was confused, heard the sound of a car engine starting.

Harry poked his head towards Privet Drive, but found no sound.

"Harry!" Three familiar voices came from midair.

Harry raised his head, but saw nothing.

"Ron, you forgot to turn off the invisible booster." This was Sirius's voice.

"You idiot!" This was Draco.

With a sudden pop, a turquoise car appeared. It stopped in mid-air. Ron leaned out of the front window of the car to look at him. Sirius was sitting in the driver's seat, and Draco was sitting in the back. He turned his head to one side and looked at him from the corner of his eye.

The sight before him made Harry open his mouth.

"How's it going, Harry? What's going on?" said Ron, "Why don't you reply to me? Is it the Dursleys?"

Draco's ears perked up, but he looked away, looking unconcerned.

"If it's really that guy Dursley, it seems I was too merciful last time." Sirius said with a little anger as he landed the car on the ground.

"Harry, what you have in your hand is - you didn't just get the letter." Draco couldn't help it. He keenly observed the unopened stack in Harry's hand through his peripheral vision. It was like a letter I had just received.

"It has nothing to do with Uncle Vernon. Draco, you're pretty much right, so to speak." Harry excitedly hugged Ron as he got out of the car.

The friend he hadn't seen for a long time put a smile on Harry's face again.

But it also gave him a view of the back row, where besides Draco there was another creature - a house elf!

He looked completely different from Dobby. He was thin and small, only half a man tall, with pale skin hanging down, and a lot of white hair coming out of his bat-like ears.

He was also wearing something similar to a pillow towel, but it was much cleaner than Dobby's.

"That's Kreacher, because the Malfoy brat, the son of Miss Sissy in his mouth, has really cleaned himself up. He was wearing this dirty rag before." Sirius forced himself to find Harry. Topic said that he might have misunderstood Harry's expression.

"Oh, how could Miss Sissi's son end up in such a place, the annoying little son of an old scum, the annoying, ungrateful bastard!"

"Well, and Harry Potter, Kreacher saw the scar. It must be real. He was the boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Kreacher doesn't know how he did it-" Kreacher said in a bullfrog-like voice. , a deep voice chanted softly.

"Kreacher, don't speak of my friend like that," Draco scolded.

"Yes, young master. Kreacher had no choice but to listen to Miss Sissy's son." But he went on to talk about the person who was not Draco's friend - Sirius, "who broke his mother's heart." , the young master is not even worthy of cleaning the soles of his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, what will he say if he sees Kreacher serving the young master? How the mistress hates him, how disappointing he is - "