Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Harry loved his birthday - they stayed up late that day, leading almost everyone who didn't want to go to bed early into a party. With the arrival of other friends, Harry finally understood why Crowney bought so many oysters - by the end of the meal, there were not even enough oysters, and everyone felt hungry. But the British night was anything but, they even made their own mashed potatoes and chips, and sweet salads stirred into condensed milk.

While having fun, Ron and Hermione complained to him about why he didn't reply to his letters--.

"I didn't receive anything at all!" he replied, "I thought you didn't want to play with me anymore!"

The friends hurried home after playing until late at night, thanks to the convenience of magic - otherwise, Harry thought, they might all have been warned by the Sheriff for the noise of the all-night party!

He had never slept so late before, and when he woke up, it was almost noon the next day, but he felt that his body was filled with an unprecedented refreshing atmosphere - like rushing outdoors on a hot summer day. , as if taking a cool shower after sweating all over.

And when he returned to Surry County after dinner, the originally cold little house was filled with a joyful atmosphere - seeing him coming back, they didn't even jeer like they usually did, and Aunt Petunia even changed into a suit A new black dress that he had never seen before.

"Ah! You're back!" Aunt Petunia's tone was softer than ever before, "Miss Albert has spoken to us. You must be sleepy just after lunch - go and rest!"

Harry walked doubtfully to his small room. As he walked, he could still hear Aunt Petunia whispering excitedly: "A villa in Majorca! I must have a duplex!"

"It'd be better to have three floors!"

"If you can - Petunia!" Vernon's thick voice also sounded low, "I also want a golf room."

"Why not!"

It seemed that they had a very happy last night - the order from the Masons that Uncle Vernon was always chattering about seemed to go very smoothly. They are already planning to buy a new villa in Majorca - it seems his birthday is indeed a lucky day! Everything was so exciting and happy. He didn't want to do anything now. He swore that he would have a good sleep and then feel the afterglow of this happiness.

The feeling of fullness made her drowsy. If he could, he really wanted to fall asleep for a second - but the problem was that there was already someone sitting on his bed.

Or maybe we can't call this creature "human", after all, no one has such an appearance: this monster has a pair of pointed and long ears, and looks like two erect bat wings. Those strange green eyes occupied almost the entire length of his head, looking extremely terrifying.

The excited and cheerful voices of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were still coming through the door of his room, but Harry could not hear what they were saying at all.

"Harry Potter." The creature let out a shrill and harsh cry maliciously, and he jumped up high. "Where were you last night!"

"Uh-" Harry was a little at a loss, but he subconsciously wanted to say hello to this unknown visitor, "Hello?"

"Harry Potter!" The creature looked even angrier. He walked up and down the floor, angrily stamping on everything he could see with his bare feet, including cardboard boxes. , some of which were piles of clothes - all covered with dirty footprints.

But no one will do his laundry! Harry was also a little angry.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room!?" Harry sat down with his arms crossed and glared at the rude intruder angrily. Hedwig also stared at this unknown creature with wide eyes.

"I am Dobby, sir, house-elf," he said. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter!"

"Can you please stop your behavior?" Harry was caught off guard by his sudden change of polite behavior. He was a little embarrassed about his previous angry attitude. "These things - I mean , I have to clean up after myself. It would bother me if you got them dirty."

"Are you looking for me? Sorry - I didn't mean to offend you, I just hope you can communicate with me normally."

But Harry didn't know which pain point he had touched on this sensitive creature, and the creature began to scream and choke again: "No one! No one! How could it be offensive! Harry - Potter!" You actually said it would offend Dobby!"

"If you can, could you sit down and talk to me?" Harry covered his ears, wishing he could cast a soundproofing spell right now, "Can you stop?"

Harry was very tired, but he still leaned against his bed and comforted this ugly and short creature: "You can speak slowly -"

"You!" the creature sobbed, "Harry Potter actually said you to a lowly house elf! And asked Dobby to sit down! Never-no one! would treat Dobby like this!"

"Maybe the people you met are not good people." Harry thought about applauding this strange creature, but he soon understood why it sounded like everyone hated this creature.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" The rag-clad creature began banging his big head around, this time hitting his desk, his lamp, his window, and poor Hyde. Powerful!

"Kaka!" Hedwig began angrily hitting her cage, looking like she had had enough of the creature's fuss, as if the next moment Harry let her out, she would trap Dobby like a field mouse. Grab it and press it under your feet.

"Please—!" Harry grabbed Dobby's arm anxiously, "Please don't do this!"

"Dobby wants to punish himself! Sir!" Dobby's eyes looked cross-eyed. "Dobby said something bad about his master, sir!"

"Master's house?"

"The wizarding family that Dobby serves, sir... Dobby is a house elf - he must serve one family forever."

'Thank God,' Harry thought, 'otherwise I don't know what to do with him.'

"Then do they know you're here? I'm very sleepy right now - I kinda want to rest, Dobby." Harry's eyelids also began to fight. He hoped that this unknown creature would return to where he originally needed to be. Where, "I'm not in the right state to entertain a—uh—house elf."

"No! Sir! They don't know!" Dobby didn't seem to understand Harry's intention of seeing him off at all. "They don't know... Dobby wants to punish himself the most severely because he wants to see you. Dobby is going to stick his ear in the oven door if they find out!"

This was too terrible. Harry couldn't imagine such a scene at all. It would look cruel and disgusting, and his sleepiness was almost driven away.

"Oh," he said, "if you stuck your ear in the oven, wouldn't they notice?"

"No one cares, Dobby thought. Dobby always punishes himself for things, sir. They make Dobby do it, and sometimes they remind me to punish myself even more."